In the blink of an eye, another half hour passed.
Hiss—
Qian drew his Short Sword out of the heart of a Mist Village Special Jonin, let the man's corpse collapse to the ground, then looked around.
At that moment, only a sparse few Mist Ninja were left surrounding him, while more than a dozen corpses lay at his feet.
Clearly, in the chaotic battle of the past half hour or so, the Mist Village side had suffered heavy losses.
Qian flicked the blood from his blade, looked at the few of them, and said in a tone that suggested he had not quite had his fill, "You seem to be a little short on manpower."
At Qian's words, the expressions of the Mist Ninja shifted again and again, but none of them refuted him, because it was the truth.
A dozen or so of them had surrounded Qian and fought him for more than half an hour, yet Qian did not have a damn thing wrong with him, while they had taken heavy casualties.
Now, they were indeed a little short on manpower.
But no matter what, they could not let Qian leave.
With that thought, they prepared to summon more people to come and surround Qian.
And right then, the sound of howling wind came at him.
Qian swept his peripheral vision to the side, then shifted his entire body half a step back.
The next moment, a great blade like a door plank swept past before his eyes and drove straight into the trunk of a nearby tree.
The blade touched the trunk and sank in as if a hot knife were cutting through butter, almost without the slightest obstruction.
Its sharpness was obvious at a glance.
Before anyone could react, another figure appeared in front of