"Hmm, another 10,000 chakra points. Not bad!"
Qing Ming released his grip, sensed the chakra within him, and nodded in satisfaction.
At that moment, two heavy thuds echoed as the lifeless bodies of the two Mist Genin collapsed to the ground, completely devoid of life.
Ignoring the fallen enemies, Qing Ming scanned the battlefield and locked his gaze on another Mist Chunin.
At this moment, the target was engaged in combat with a Leaf Chunin.
Clang!
Qing Ming drew his longsword from his waist, and with a flash of green light around him, executed the "Instant Blade Technique."
In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside the Mist Chunin.
Without hesitation, he swung his blade.
However, perhaps due to witnessing Qing Ming's earlier rapid kills, the Mist Chunin was somewhat prepared.
The instant Qing Ming's blade descended, the opponent crouched low, narrowly evading the strike.
Not only that, but the Mist Chunin also rolled away smoothly, putting some distance between himself and Qing Ming.
The series of movements were fluid and precise.
However, Qing Ming merely shook his head and said, "It's useless."
With that, he advanced again, his blade flashing as he struck with even greater speed.
This time, the Mist Chunin, wary of Qing Ming's Sharingan-induced genjutsu, deliberately avoided eye contact, leaving him unable to track Qing Ming's attack angle immediately.
The combined disadvantage of these two factors left the Mist Chunin unable to dodge in time.
With no other options, he was forced to block the strike.
At the critical moment, he raised his kunai to intercept Qing Ming's blade.
Clang!
The sharp ring of metal clashing echoed.
Qing Ming's powerful strike forced the Mist Chunin to stagger back half a step.
That single step back cost him the initiative.
In an instant, Qing Ming lunged again, his silhouette flashing like a ghost as he appeared on the other side of the Mist Chunin.
Whoosh!
The longsword swung with a sharp wind as Qing Ming pressed his assault.
The Mist Chunin, sensing the killing intent emanating from the blade, hurriedly leapt back.
Though the slash missed, Qing Ming was undeterred.
He closed the gap yet again, attacking from another angle with the relentless precision of his sword.
Panic set in for the Mist Chunin. Overwhelmed, he could only continue blocking, but Qing Ming's strikes grew heavier and more precise.
Clang clang clang!
The sound of relentless blade strikes filled the air like a torrential downpour.
Qing Ming circled the Mist Chunin, attacking continuously.
It took only a few moments for the Mist Chunin to falter under the pressure.
As Qing Ming delivered another strike, the Mist Chunin's reaction lagged, and he was caught.
With a flash of steel, Qing Ming's sword severed half of his opponent's arm.
"Argh!"
A scream of agony escaped the Mist Chunin's lips.
Qing Ming was unmoved.
Seizing the brief moment of paralysis caused by pain, he activated "Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique."
The Mist Chunin instantly found himself immobilized, feeling as though enormous stakes had pinned him down, causing excruciating pain.
Ignoring the Chunin's struggling, Qing Ming weaved hand seals and activated "Chakra Absorption Technique."
Placing his palm on the opponent's chest, he unleashed a powerful suction force, draining chakra from the Chunin like a raging torrent.
At first, the Mist Chunin remained composed, albeit alarmed by the rapid loss of his chakra.
However, when the absorption extended to his physical and spiritual energies—the very essence of his being—terror consumed him.
His voice quivered with disbelief.
"Physical and spiritual energy... This can't be happening! No—"
The Mist Chunin's agonized scream filled the battlefield as he realized the irreversible outcome.
Despite briefly breaking free from the illusion's hold in a desperate struggle, it was already too late.
When Qing Ming withdrew his hand, the Chunin had already lost his life.
Thud!
The lifeless body hit the ground.
Without sparing it a glance, Qing Ming immediately targeted another Mist Chunin.
This time, the new opponent reacted quickly, formulating countermeasures almost instantly.
Yet, in the face of absolute power, all tricks proved futile.
In mere moments, Qing Ming captured the Chunin and repeated the now-familiar process of chakra absorption.
Seconds later, another life was extinguished, and Qing Ming's chakra reserves surged past 80,000.
However, reaching higher levels would no longer be as simple.
The reason?
Two Mist Jonin had finally broken away from the larger battle and were now closing in on him.
Clearly, the Mist Village had decided to eliminate this significant threat.
Qing Ming was unsurprised by this development.
As a ninja with a fearsome reputation, he knew he would be targeted whenever he entered the battlefield.
This was precisely why his earlier actions were swift and decisive, ensuring maximum gain before interference.
Now, with his chakra fully replenished, he no longer needed to hold back.
In fact, he welcomed the challenge these Jonin posed.
Why?
It was simple—his "Instant Blade Technique" had advanced significantly after the valley battle, nearing the brink of perfection at Lv6 (8450/10000).
A few skilled sparring partners could push it to completion.
With these thoughts, Qing Ming drew his sword once more, green energy swirling around him. Activating the "Instant Blade Technique," he rushed toward the approaching Mist Jonin.
On the other side, the two Jonin exchanged glances as Qing Ming approached head-on.
Instead of dodging, they subtly adjusted their positions to form a pincer formation, ready to counterattack.
Just as Qing Ming closed the distance, the two simultaneously hurled kunai aimed at his throat and heart.
Sensing the danger, Qing Ming's Sharingan spun rapidly, locking onto the kunai's trajectories.
He sidestepped one kunai and deflected the other with his blade.
But the Mist Jonin had anticipated this.
Using the deflection as an opening, they launched a coordinated attack—a punch aimed at his head and a kick targeting his neck.
Qing Ming reacted swiftly, ducking low to evade the strikes before lunging forward.
The Jonin, relentless in their pursuit, each drew a kunai, slashing and stabbing toward him.
Unfazed, Qing Ming leaned back to dodge the slashes and parried the stabs with his longsword.
Clang!
The sound of kunai striking steel rang out.
One Jonin attempted to leverage his strength to overpower Qing Ming, but Qing Ming remained rooted to the ground, his chakra anchoring him firmly.
Seizing the moment, Qing Ming twisted his blade, forcing the Jonin off balance and into his striking range.
Eyes narrowing with focus, Qing Ming reversed his grip on the hilt and swung his sword upward in a lethal arc, aiming to cleave his opponent in two.
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