In autumn and winter, the sky always darkened rather early.
It was not even seven yet, but night had already fallen.
By now, more than two hours had passed since the battle began.
On the battlefield, the fighting between the ninjas on both sides had long since reached a fever pitch. Whether on Konoha's side or the Mist Village's, casualties were extremely heavy.
Even so, without orders from their commanders, the ninjas on both sides still could not retreat and had to keep fighting.
Fortunately, as the battle went on, the battlefield had long since stopped being limited to the narrow area between the east side of Black Stone Outpost and the sea.
Long before this, the footprints of the ninjas on both sides had already spread across an area several kilometers around.
And that let many ninjas catch their breath.
Why say that?
It was simple. Once the personnel spread out, they no longer had to face another enemy immediately after killing one enemy ninja.
On this battlefield, which could still be considered fairly broad, they could set traps and carry out ambushes, thereby saving some of their stamina.
However, none of this had anything to do with Murakami Hane or the other Mist Village Jonin, because Qian did not give them that chance at all.
To be sure, Qian had already understood what they were thinking, and he was also happy to see them cooperate with him in grinding Proficiency.
But that did not mean he was going to go easy on them.
On the contrary, he had maintained a high-intensity battle the entire time.
Because only like this could he obtain the most Proficiency.
Grinding Proficiency was not something that could be done by merely going through the motions. He had to genuinely practice according to the