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Often, it is the things that are least likely to happen that one finds themselves dwelling on the most.
"Kill!!!"
While Ronglin was lost in his stray thoughts, the suicide squad charging from the front had already reached him.
There was no exchange of words or attempts at intimidation. There was only a single command, followed by five Death Squad Ninjas drawing the blades from their backs and lunging toward Ronglin.
"Come then!!"
Ronglin gripped the KubikiribĹŤchĹŤ and met them head-on. He swung the massive blade in rapid succession, tracing several semi-circles through the air and leaving cold trails in his wake.
Clang!!!
The KubikiribĹŤchĹŤ collided with the attackers' ninja blades. The five Death Squad Ninjas coordinated their assault with precision: three attacked from the front while the other two struck from the flank.
Wielding the KubikiribĹŤchĹŤ, Ronglin possessed terrifying strength. Aside from Tsunade, he was virtually matchless in raw power. It was a shame Tsunade never cared for weapons; otherwise, the world would surely have seen an even more violent and frightening side of her.
Peerless strength surged from the KubikiribĹŤchĹŤ into the three frontal attackers, sending them flying backward.
At that moment, two cold flashes of light lunged toward Ronglin's sides, aiming for his vital spots from behind.
These Death Squad Ninjas fought with a suicidal momentum. Even if one wanted to trade injury for injury, the opponent would not hesitate for a second. They were willing to sacrifice their lives just to leave a single scratch on you.
Furthermore, their blades were coated in lethal poison. A single scratch would be fatal.
Unless one was as monstrous as Tsunade and could immediately concoct a corresponding antidote to neutralize the toxin, even a minor wound was a death sentence.
And even then, detoxification had many limitations. Putting aside whether you could actually create the antidote, where would you even find the necessary herbs in the heat of battle?
When fighting these Death Squad Ninjas, one absolutely could not allow them to leave a wound. Otherwise, the consequence was almost certainly death.
"You want to ambush me? Try again in your next life!!"
The space immediately surrounding Ronglin was a forbidden zone. He would not allow these ninjas to get close, as a single mistake would lead to immense trouble.
His Power of Time activated. The ninjas attacking from the left and right suddenly froze in place. No matter how much they struggled, they could not break free from the shackles of time.
The KubikiribĹŤchĹŤ swept through in a clean arc, and the two men were instantly bisected. Blood and organs spilled across the ground as their bodies were split down the middle. They collapsed to the earth, their remains still twitching amidst the gore.
It was a gruesome sight; any ninja fresh out of the academy would have likely vomited until they were blind.
"Follow in your comrades' footsteps and report to King Yama."
Ronglin flicked his wrist, sending the blood clinging to the KubikiribĹŤchĹŤ flying into the thick fog. It looked like tiny, blood-red flowers blooming in the mist.
There were no cries of alarm or screams of agony. These were Death Squad Ninjas; even in death, they remained silent.
Looking at the five new corpses on the ground, Ronglin frowned slightly.
"It's a good thing there aren't many of these Death Squad Ninjas. Otherwise, they could actually cause some real trouble."
The five ninjas hadn't even lasted thirty seconds before becoming ghosts under Ronglin's blade.
He gave the KubikiribĹŤchĹŤ a experimental swing. To a normal person, the blade was incredibly heavy, but in his hand, it felt as light as a feather. After fighting with it for two days, Ronglin was starting to like the feeling of hacking people down with such a strangely shaped weapon. It was just a shame that carrying the thing around was such a hassle.
Two squads left!
This time, Ronglin did not wait to be attacked. He took the initiative to meet the incoming Death Squad Ninjas, intending to resolve the threat in the shortest possible time.
What Ronglin didn't know was that while he was slaughtering the suicide squads, Kirigakure had finally gathered intelligence regarding his presence.
Bam!!!
Inside the command center, the Third Mizukage's face was livid. He slammed his hand onto the table and roared, "It really is him Uchiha Ronglin!! That brat has some nerve, sneaking all the way to the perimeter of our camp!!!"
Previously, the Third Mizukage had been certain that such a feat was impossible. If not for the suggestion from the HĹŤzuki Clan Head, he wouldn't have even bothered checking.
But now, the facts had slapped him hard across the face. It was Uchiha Ronglin!!!
And he was alone!!
The fact that a single person had killed so many Kirigakure ninjas made the Mizukage feel like he was going to cough up blood. In the past two days, the number of ninjas who had died at Ronglin's hands had reached several hundred.
No one could have imagined that Ronglin would dare to wander through the mist, constantly taking the initiative to hunt down and execute his enemies.
"Send men to surround and suppress him!!! I don't believe a single Uchiha Ronglin can turn the world upside down!!"
Driven by fury, the Third Mizukage immediately issued the order to intercept and kill Ronglin.
"I want to see if Konoha will mourn when I leave Uchiha Ronglin's corpse here!!!"
Although he looked down on the boy and believed his reputation was inflated, he had to admit that possessing such strength at the age of ten was truly heaven-defying. Even Mangetsu HĹŤzuki of the HĹŤzuki Clan had not reached such a level at that age.
The loss of such a genius would be a massive blow to Konoha.
The Third Mizukage had been plotting how to deal with Ronglin eventually, but he never expected the boy to deliver himself to his doorstep after killing so many of his subordinates. Since the war began, the total casualties inflicted by Konoha were roughly equal to what Ronglin had killed by himself in the last two days.
Under the Mizukage's command, a large number of Kiri Shinobi quickly left the camp, heading in different directions. Their objective was to encircle the man the Third Mizukage now viewed as a primary threat: Uchiha Ronglin.
"Tell Mangetsu HĹŤzuki to mobilize as well!!!"
After a moment of thought, the Mizukage decided to send the HĹŤzuki genius along with the army. He wanted to see how Kirigakure's genius compared to Konoha's.
"Uchiha Ronglin?"
When Mangetsu received the order, he was visibly taken aback.
Over the past few days, he had heard more than enough rumors about the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist being defeated.
Although the Third Mizukage had clarified that they were nothing more than rumors, Mangetsu who was once one of the Seven Swordsmen himself felt that things weren't that simple. Given the strength of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, could they really be defeated that easily?
Even if they were defeated or some were killed, it was impossible for them all to have died. Among those guys, someone would have definitely run away especially that fat one who was terrified of death...
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