Clang, clang, clang—
A crisp series of metallic clashes rang out.
Qian held his long blade, fighting two against one without falling behind in the slightest.
Time passed, second by second.
In the blink of an eye, another fifteen minutes had gone by.
Kisame Hoshigaki and Snow Wind briefly pulled back and, after steadying themselves, looked at Qian's still-youthful face with grave eyes.
After several battles, even as enemies, they had no choice but to admit that Qian was a true genius.
At his age, to fight the two of them back and forth like this—if that was not genius, what was?
It was easy to foresee that as long as he did not die in this war, he would absolutely become one of Konoha's pillars in the future.
And that made Kisame Hoshigaki want to kill Qian all the more urgently.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard the two of them tried, they could never find an opening in Qian.
No, to be more precise, it was not that they could not find openings, but that they could not exploit them.
In the end, Qian was still too young. Though the battlefield environment had spurred his growth, compared with these two veteran Jonin, his battle experience was still somewhat lacking.
Under such circumstances, he would inevitably reveal some openings.
The problem was, even when Qian showed an opening, they could not seize it. Even if they did, Qian could rely on sheer strength to fight his way back.
And that was what gave Kisame Hoshigaki the biggest headache.
Maybe I should risk my life just this once.
Kisame Hoshigaki thought this, then covertly glanced at Snow Wind.
However, the tacit understanding he had expected did not appear. In the other man's eyes, he saw only fear hidden extremely deep.
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