Ding—
A crisp metallic clash rang out.
Qian swung the Short Sword in his hand and precisely caught the Kunai Siguang thrust at him.
At first, Qian thought the two sides would remain locked like that for a moment.
Unexpectedly, Siguang pulled back the instant they made contact.
Then he used the recoil transmitted through the blade, turned around, and ran toward another battlefield without even looking back.
The whole process was smooth as silk, without the slightest hesitation.
Qian was left staring in a daze.
The other party had been so fierce just now that Qian had thought he was going to go head-to-head with him, and he had even prepared himself for it.
"And that's it?"
A huge question mark practically popped up over Qian's head.
However—
He had to admit that being able to fool the powerful insight of the Sharingan and keep Qian from noticing his true intent at the first moment was also a skill in itself.
Shaking his head, Qian did not choose to pursue him. Instead, he shifted his attention to the surviving Iwagakure low- and mid-ranked ninjas nearby.
It was clear that the lead Jonin's "strategic relocation" had left all these people at a loss, as if they might collapse and flee at any moment.
And Qian's focused gaze was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
They had witnessed Qian's brutality earlier and absolutely did not dare face him.
So when Qian looked at them, these people could no longer hold on. One after another, they abandoned their opponents and scattered in every direction.
Seeing this, Qian wasted no words. His body flashed, and like snatching up chicks, he caught several people in succession and drained their chakra dry.
Feeling the chakra in his body nearly overflowing, Qian once again