When Mortals Are Mired in Mud

Without even leaving an afterimage, the Mizukage vanished from where he stood.

Obito's Two-Tomoe Sharingan vaguely caught his movement trajectory, but his body could not keep up with his nerves' reaction.

Bang!

A heavy palm struck Obito squarely in the chest without any flourish.

As if he had been hit head-on by a battering ram, Obito flew backward and spat out a mouthful of blood in midair.

His body snapped three thick bamboo stalks in succession before embedding itself firmly in a boulder.

The bone-cracking sound was enough to make one's scalp go numb.

"Obito!"

Kakashi's eyes turned bloodshot as he raised his blade and charged again.

The Mizukage flicked his fingertip slightly.

A high-pressure water whip compressed to the extreme burst from the ground and tightly wrapped around Kakashi's ankle.

With a casual swing.

Kakashi was flung into the air like a sack before being smashed hard into a pile of jagged stones.

The water whip dispersed.

Kakashi rolled twice, his Short Sword flying from his hand. Blood foam spilled from his nose and mouth, and he could no longer get back up.

In merely three breaths.

Konoha's two genius Jonin had been instantly beaten into dead dogs, losing all ability to fight.

The Mizukage slowly turned his head and fixed his gaze on Ye once more.

On the surface, Ye looked as though he faced a formidable enemy, taking up a defensive stance, but inwardly, he cursed.

That old bastard really hit hard. Obito will probably be stuck in bed for half a year after this.

I can't drag this out any longer. The act has gone far enough.

Relying on the dynamic vision of his Three-Tomoe Sharingan and his perfected Body Flicker Technique, Ye began circling the Mizukage at high speed.

The Ice Release in his hands