"Second match, Uchiha Qian wins!"
Hearing the examiner's words, Qian lowered the kunai in his hand, took two steps back to open a little distance, then turned and walked toward the staircase.
During that time, he did not say a single word. It all came down to two words—cold and aloof.
It was not that Qian was deliberately putting on an act. Rather, this posture was a very good way to shut out those who wanted to get close to him.
That way, he could focus on his own affairs in peace.
Only after Qian walked into the stairwell did everyone in the field seem to react. They leaned close and whispered to each other, a burst of murmurs rising.
Even though Qian did not listen carefully, some exclamations still reached his ears, things like, "How is he that strong?" and "That was way too fast."
Indeed, this battle had ended too quickly.
Counting from the moment the two of them faced off to when Takakura Shota conceded, not even two minutes had passed. The actual fighting had lasted only a dozen seconds.
For these candidates, whose understanding was still at the Genin-to-Chunin stage, it was truly somewhat inconceivable.
But to the Jonin watching the match, the situation was quite clear.
This battle seemed to have lasted an extremely short time, and Qian had won with great ease, but what it displayed was a complete crushing advantage in battle experience and technique.
With that, supplemented by skilled usage of the Sharingan, it was not strange for him to end the fight in an instant.
Even so, some Jonin were still shocked by Qian's strength.
Among them was Uchiha Zhi Ren.
Only now did he realize that he and some of the higher-ups in the clan had focused too much attention