He Mu

"Taijutsu, Eight Extremes Collapse!"

"Water Release, Water Surging Wall!"

"Fire Dragon Technique, Flame Pillar!"

"Earth Release..."

In the blink of an eye.

A massive barrage of ninjutsu instantly blasted toward the Grass Ninja squad.

The Grass Ninja squad was completely dumbfounded.

More than a few of them couldn't help but let out a string of curses.

Didn't they say that the Hidden Jun Village was just a newly established minor ninja village?

Yet now, the ninja they encountered from the Hidden Jun Village-

The weakest ones started at Genin, and even Chunin weren't the least bit rare.

The intel had a flaw, and a major one at that.

Consequently, a comical scene directly unfolded.

Clearly the attacking party, the Grass Ninja squad somehow found themselves on the back foot from the very start.

There was no help for it; they had run into a bunch of players from the Hidden Jun Village who played dirty.

So much for honorable ninja combat-who carpet-bombed with ninjutsu right out of the gate?

Treating Chakra consumption as an afterthought, they opened with ultimate moves straight away.

Visible to the naked eye, the previously arrogant Grass Ninja squad was immediately reduced to a desperate struggle.

"Now's our chance, let's move!"

Dai Xiaomei poked her head out from behind the bushes to the side, accompanied by three female players from her team.

Hitting a man when he's down was the essential creed of every veteran camper.

As a seasoned camper, Dai Xiaomei naturally wouldn't miss such a once-in-a-lifetime golden opportunity.

Without hesitation, she launched an attack against the Grass Ninja squad trapped in the encirclement.

Sure enough.

Right then, inside the live broadcast room.

The barrage of viewer comments grew bizarrely uniform.

Nothing but endless streams of the word "camper."

This streamer was truly shameless.

"Wind Release, Wind Blade!"

Dai Xiaomei let out a low cry, her hands moving in a blur as she rapidly formed Hand Seals.

Wind-attribute Chakra began to swirl and gather frantically around her.

Before long, a cluster of wind blades roared toward the chaotic Grass Ninja squad.

The remaining players were naturally unwilling to fall behind.

Each of them tossed out another ninjutsu attack, following right behind to bombard the enemy.

The resulting shockwaves caused the surrounding ground to tremble faintly.

The expressions of the Grass Ninja squad changed drastically; how could they have anticipated such a massive shift in the battle's tide?

"Fire Release, Explosive Flame Formation!"

Just then, a low shout rang out.

A figure suddenly stepped out from within the Grass Ninja squad, hands moving in rapid hand seals.

A tremendously powerful ninjutsu was cast instantly.

Boom...

A violent explosion echoed immediately.

Flames surged straight up from the ground, threatening to engulf the surrounding space.

The ninjutsu unleashed by the players collided with the barrier.

It kicked up a meager amount of ripples, and then was swallowed up entirely.

"This is, a Jonin..."

"Crap!"

The players of the Hidden Jun Village finally snapped to their senses.

No wonder their ninjutsu had been blocked.

The Kusagakure had actually deployed a Jonin.

In the Shinobi World, ninja ranks were strictly divided.

A single Jonin could easily take on multiple Chunin.

Moreover, a Jonin's Chakra Energy far exceeded that of Chunin and Genin.

Naturally, the destructive capacity of ninjutsu used by a Jonin far surpassed that of Chunin and Genin.

"Hahahaha, don't you think it's a bit too late to realize it now?"

"Run, wail, and then die!"

Kusagakure's Jonin, He Mu, sneered coldly as he looked over the group of players.

His heart was filled with irrepressible excitement.

As long as he wiped out the Hidden Jun Village, he would undoubtedly claim the greatest merit.

Perhaps he might even get a chance to lay his hands on those miraculous ninjutsu they had confiscated.

A forbidden technique capable of reviving ninjas was enough to drive every ninja mad.

"Run?"

"What are you barking for?"

"Did you drink fake booze?"

"What a cute boss..."

The players of Junying Village chattered noisily among themselves.

Not a single player showed any intention of retreating.

Instead, they looked over the members of the Grass Ninja squad as if examining some bizarre creature.

"You..."

He Mu was dumbfounded, never expecting the ninjas of Junying Village to react this way.

He was a Jonin, after all; faced with him, shouldn't these low-ranking ninjas be trembling in fear?

Yet now, why did things look like this?

Where on earth had something gone wrong?

For a moment, He Mu even fell into a state of severe self-doubt.

"Captain, make your move!"

"Yeah, wipe out this bunch of clueless newbies!"

"Do it quickly, lest complications arise from delay..."

The remaining members of the Grass Ninja squad hurriedly chimed in with advice.

He Mu raised his head once more, glaring at the players:

"Die!"

With those words falling.

He Mu churned the vast Chakra Energy within his body, holding his hands suspended in mid-air as he rapidly executed hand seals.

"Fire Release, Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!"

He Mu sneered repeatedly; he held nothing back with this move.

He directly unleashed the most powerful technique among the ninjutsu he had learned.

He fully intended to wipe out all the ninjas in a single stroke.

Instantly, a scarlet fire dragon took shape in mid-air.

The scorching temperature felt as though it would melt the surrounding space itself.

Whoosh...

The fire dragon breathed.

Its massive head reared back to let out a sky-ward roar, and the next instant, it charged straight toward the players' position.

"You can be proud to die beneath my proudest ninjutsu!" He Mu said with a smug expression, hands behind his back.

From his perspective, this battle was drawing to a close.

Mere Chunin and Genin were unworthy of provoking the dignity of a Jonin.

In the flash of an eye.

The scorching fire dragon plunged toward the player formation.

The extreme heat was enough to leave people gasping for breath.

However, the next moment.

He Mu's eyes bulged wide as he stared ahead.

He saw that the group of players, faced with the fire dragon, showed not the slightest intent to dodge-instead, they wore expressions of eager anticipation.

Of course, what He Mu did not know was that the reason the Junying Village players were so excited was entirely because of the Contribution Points reward.

Eliminating a Kusagakure Jonin.

Granted a whopping 2,000 Contribution Points.

When did ordinary missions ever offer such a reward?

Such a once-in-a-lifetime windfall was something they naturally had to seize.

Ignorant fools! He Mu thought to himself.

Yet, the next moment.

Every single player reached out and fished into their pockets, each pulling out a thick stack of yellow Talisman.

Before He Mu could even make out what they looked like.

The next second, the players hurled the Talismans in their hands.

In an instant, the Talismans slammed into the fire dragon en masse.

Crackle-crackle explosions rang out endlessly.

One second, two seconds...

The massive fire dragon didn't last long before the Talismans blasted it into a wisp of residual flame that dissipated in mid-air.

"What the hell, what is this!"

"You... you're cheating!" He Mu's expression finally shifted.

Half his face began to twitch.

In his heart, he branded the whole affair as demonic.

Having been a ninja for so many years, where had he ever seen such a combat method?

Carpet-bombing with ninjutsu was one thing, but this was even more vicious.

Direct Talisman bombardment.

They didn't play by conventional rules in the slightest.

And yet the power of these Talismans was absurdly high.

They actually managed to block his Fire Dragon Technique.

And it didn't stop there.

The relentless players quickly turned their gazes toward the remaining members of the Grass Ninja squad.