Defended Against Nothing

Above and below the cliff face was a vertical drop of over twenty meters.

The three Konoha jonin knelt with their knees against the ground, hands pressed together, while the one in the middle clamped a short sword shattered beyond recognition between them.

With how devout they looked, anyone unaware of the situation might have thought they were worshipping their ancestors.

The dozens of Iwagakure ninjas in the underground warehouse collectively craned their necks upward, all of them dumbfounded.

At that moment, time seemed to have been paused.

A second ago, the Iwagakure commander had still been imagining how to chop the hostages into pieces and break White Fang's spirit.

This second, the hostages had outright ignored the laws of gravity and taken off from where they stood?

The expressions on their faces went from seeing a ghost, to confusion, to utter blankness.

[ Ding! Guard-Break Points from the Iwagakure commander, +999! ]

[ Ding! Guard-Break Points from an Iwagakure jonin, +888! ]

The system notifications exploded through Ye's mind like a string of firecrackers going off backward.

This wave of crowd control and guard-breaking was an absolute win.

Ye had no time to count his winnings and quickly scanned the three men's conditions.

The severely injured one was still spurting blood from his thigh, but it was not fatal.

The other two had merely run out of Chakra. They could still move.

This utterly absurd scene had forcibly torn apart what had been an inescapable death trap.

At the center of the underground stone chamber, the blood on Hatake Sakumo had yet to dry, but the despair in his eyes had already vanished without a trace.

He looked up toward the cliff face, his gaze briefly meeting Ye's.

There was no confusion whatsoever in those eyes.

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