Time slipped by, second by second.
In the blink of an eye, fifteen minutes had passed.
Of the Kirigakure Special Jonin besieging Qian, four were dead or wounded, while Qian had suffered only a few superficial injuries.
He had even healed those wounds during the battle with his improved Mystical Palm Technique.
Facts proved that once strength reached a certain level, human-wave tactics no longer had much effect.
Perhaps each of these Kirigakure Special Jonin had their own strengths, and if they joined forces, dealing with an ordinary jonin would not be much of a problem.
But against Qian, they were not enough.
With everything Qian had—whether it was his level 6, nearly level 7 Swordsmanship, or the Rank A ninjutsu he could use without hand seals, the Rasengan, or his skill at forming seals one-handed—if any one of them had belonged to an ordinary jonin, would it not have been their ultimate trump card?
And now, all of these were gathered in Qian alone. Paired with the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, how could these Kirigakure Special Jonin possibly be his match?
Screech—
After another slash cut across the chest of a Kirigakure Special Jonin, Qian abruptly pulled back and opened up the distance.
At that moment, a thin mist rose and swiftly grew dense.
The surrounding light had already been dim because it was night; now, with this layer of white mist, it became even harder to see anything nearby.
Qian knew this was Kirigakure's signature ninjutsu—Water Release: Hidden Mist Technique!
During the battle just now, some Kirigakure Special Jonin had tried to use this jutsu to block his vision, but he had quickly locked onto their positions and forcefully killed them.
With that, the ninjutsu had naturally broken.
But now...
Qian's Sharingan spun rapidly, his gaze sweeping back and forth,