Minato Trapped?

Black Rock did not hesitate. He yanked hard on the hidden wire lodged in a crack in the rocks with his right hand.

A dense barrage of poison needles and kunai coated with Explosive Clay shot out from the surrounding thickets like a storm.

They had practiced this blanket-strike trap hundreds of times. Even Hidden Leaf's Ino–Shika–Cho squad would be turned into pincushions if they stepped into it.

Yet the black shadow charging forward had no intention of drawing his blade to block.

Qian Ye did not even raise his head.

In his mind, Observation Haki had already mapped out every trajectory across the battlefield with perfect clarity.

Which poison needle would graze past his ear in half a second, which kunai would fall toward his knee—everything was as clear as a slow-motion replay.

Qian Ye's body swayed strangely as he ran, his steps lightly shifting half an inch to the right.

Hundreds of poisoned hidden weapons brushed past the hem of his clothes and buried themselves in the dirt behind him.

Not even a single strand of hair was touched.

"How could he dodge all of them?!"

The Hidden Stone ANBU lurking in the treetops had his pupils trembling violently, convinced that he had fallen under some high-level genjutsu.

The next moment, Qian Ye's figure abruptly vanished into the lingering smoke from the hidden weapons.

"Looking for me?"

A calm voice drifted from behind the Hidden Stone ninja.

The Hidden Stone ninja's hairs stood on end. He twisted his wrist and drove a poisoned short blade backward toward Qian Ye's heart.

The strike was fast, precise, and ruthless—the instinct of an assassin tempered through countless trials.

But just before the blade could pierce Qian Ye's chest, Qian Ye's fingers had already reached the man's throat.

No Chakra leaked out.