At that thought, Yechen seemed to descend into madness. He drew his long sword and planted its tip in the ground, his scarlet eyes fixed on those ahead as though they were prey.
That was right-prey.
Ever since entering this battlefield, he had never once shown his true strength.
Now that he alone faced the Rock Ninja force, he no longer had anything holding him back.
"Flame Demon Sharingan Yechen, I never thought we would meet again so soon."
A Jonin stepped forward from the opposing ranks, looking at that small figure with contempt.
He was none other than an Iwagakure Jonin who had fought Yechen before. Back then, he had boldly told Yechen to watch his back. Seeing him again now was a delightful surprise.
Killing an Uchiha prodigy would earn him considerable military merit, of course, but killing a Title-bearing Ninja would make his name resound throughout the Shinobi World.
"Who are you...?"
Yechen's gaze carried a sinister charm, and he paid the man no heed whatsoever. Even if an opponent from a few months ago came forward now, he would not give him a second thought.
There was no point. Soon, they would all be dead.
"Arrogant brat..."
The next instant, a kunai gleaming with cold light shot toward him.
Clang!
A blade flash flickered, and Yechen knocked the kunai away with a single slash.
"Is that all you've got?"
"Flame Demon Sharingan Yechen, you're as conceited as ever. Remember the name of the man who kills you: Matsui Shūji of Iwagakure!"
As he finished speaking, Matsui Shūji twisted his wrist, drawing back the kunai he had thrown, then swept it sideways straight toward Yechen's throat.
An ordinary ninja would have been caught off guard by this move, but beneath the Sharingan, nothing escaped Yechen's eyes.
When