"Catching a turtle in a jar, huh?"
Qian swept a hidden glance around him and murmured inwardly.
Outwardly, however, he remained perfectly calm.
For no other reason than that, in his eyes, this was an opportunity—a perfect opportunity to end this war.
Kirigakure had suddenly mobilized this many people to surround and kill him. If he could turn their own trick against them, then even if he could not keep all of them here, keeping only a portion would be enough to deal Kirigakure a heavy blow.
After all, every Jonin was a pillar of the village. Losing a few low- and mid-ranked ninja might not count for much, but if they lost several Jonin, that would be a serious problem.
Qian could practically foresee that once something like this happened, then forget negotiations—Kirigakure would probably withdraw directly from this battlefield.
When that time came, the war could more or less be declared over.
The only problem was that he would have to bear a certain amount of risk.
Qian rapidly thought it over in his mind, and in the end determined that this risk was still within the range he could bear. Thus, he decisively chose to turn their own trick against them.
Narrowly avoiding the pincer attack of two Kirigakure Jonin, Qian used the "Flash Sword Technique," looked toward the third man, then stepped out.
Seeing this, the three Kirigakure Jonin almost without thinking assumed a defensive formation in which they supported one another.
There was no helping it. Over the past stretch of time, Qian had always seized chances like this to launch a fierce round of attacks at them.
At times like these, they had to work together with all their strength to block Qian's attacks without injury.
So preparing in advance was perfectly normal.
However,