Ding—
Ding, ding, ding—
Clear rings of clashing metal sounded one after another in the forest.
Qian held Short Sword in hand and fought one against three, taking on the three Chunin under him without falling into the slightest disadvantage. He could even be said to be handling them with ease.
The battle lasted for about fifteen minutes before Qian found an opening and kicked each of them in turn, sending all three flying straight back.
Thud—thud—thud—
The three of them hit the ground heavily.
One young ninja, around fifteen or sixteen, complained, "Captain, can't you go a little easier? You hit so hard every time!"
Of course, what came out of his mouth was a complaint, but in truth, it was mostly just a joke.
He knew Qian's strength very well. If he really struck hard, it would not be as simple as taking a fall.
Their captain's Medical Ninjutsu was superb. He could absolutely give them unforgettable memories, then heal them back up afterward.
Perhaps because he suddenly thought of something, the young Leaf ninja could not help shivering.
Hearing his complaint, Qian smiled and was just about to say something when a figure suddenly approached from afar, rushing over at an extremely fast speed.
Qian recognized him. This was Nara Sishui's guard, a Chunin whose strength was fairly decent.
He was mainly responsible for communication between Jonin like them and Nara Sishui, occasionally relaying the latter's orders.
Judging by how hurried he looked, something major had clearly happened.
When the three subordinates of Qian on the ground saw this, they also realized the matter was not simple and hurriedly got up, coming to Qian's side.
Sure enough, as soon as the other party arrived before them, he delivered bad news: the defensive line northwest of the stronghold