Observing the battle below, Qing Ming felt that he hadn't applied enough pressure. At the very least, the Mist Shinobi had not yet shifted forces on a large scale from other areas.
After some consideration, he targeted a specific section at the rear of the Mist Shinobi forces and descended.
Almost the moment his feet touched the ground, several nearby Mist Shinobi rushed toward him.
However, Qing Ming had chosen this location with purpose—there were no high-ranking ninjas in the vicinity.
Among the attackers, only one was a Chūnin, while the others were mere Genin.
Whether they were following orders or simply acting on impulse, Qing Ming wasn't concerned.
Sweeping the area with his Sharingan and observing their movements, he swiftly unsheathed the blade at his waist.
With a flash of green light from his body, he executed the "Instant Blade Technique."
In the blink of an eye, Qing Ming transformed into a blur, counterattacking the group.
"Watch out!"
The Mist Chūnin issued a warning, but the gap in strength was simply too vast—his words came too late.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Several arcs of blade light shimmered, and the Mist Genin had their throats slit in an instant.
When Qing Ming stopped, he was already in front of the Mist Chūnin.
Locking eyes, Qing Ming cast the "Genjutsu: Sharingan," drawing the ninja's consciousness into an illusion.
In the real world, Qing Ming traced his hand lightly across the Chūnin's neck, releasing his "Chakra Scalpel" to sever his throat.
The intense sensation of suffocation jolted the Chūnin out of the illusion, his face twisting in terror mixed with resentment.
Ignoring the man's glare, Qing Ming sidestepped incoming kunai and shuriken. Taking advantage of the gap in nearby threats, he performed the "Shadow Clone Jutsu."
Poof!
A burst of chakra mist erupted, and three identical figures appeared beside him.
The sudden multiplication of foes caused a moment of hesitation among the surrounding Mist Shinobi, particularly the higher-ranked Jonin. Their gazes darted between the clones, trying to identify the original.
But Qing Ming didn't give them time to deliberate. After exchanging a glance with his clones, they split up, each heading in a different direction to engage the enemy.
Screams began to echo again across the battlefield.
Even with his chakra divided into four, Qing Ming's strength far outclassed the surrounding Mist Genin and Chūnin.
Though a few Mist Jonin soon intercepted him and his clones, he had already caused casualties among dozens of their lower-ranked comrades.
Moreover, Qing Ming remained unrelenting, frequently unleashing high-powered ninjutsu without concern for chakra expenditure.
Though these techniques couldn't harm the Jonin directly engaging him, they posed a serious threat to the surrounding Mist Shinobi.
Notably, the positions Qing Ming and his clones targeted were strategic zones crucial to the Mist Shinobi's defenses—also serving as key entry points for Konoha's forces. This left nearby Mist Shinobi unable to disengage.
While Qing Ming wasn't immediately subdued, this situation placed immense strain on the defenders.
Thanks to his disruptive actions, the Konoha forces performing the feigned attack on the western city had managed to breach the perimeter and enter. With so many Mist Shinobi tied down, the advance became markedly smoother.
Seeing the opportunity, Yūhi Makoto decisively ordered reinforcements to bolster the western front, creating the illusion that it was now the main assault.
Faced with such tactics, the Mist Shinobi command dared not gamble.
Reluctantly, they shifted forces from other sectors to fortify the west.
Time Passed
As reinforcements arrived, Qing Ming began to feel the mounting pressure.
One of his shadow clones fell victim to a Mist Jonin's cunning trap, vanishing in a puff of smoke as another ninja struck from underground.
Receiving the clone's memories, Qing Ming memorized the Jonin's appearance.
He immediately performed the "Mind Transmission Jutsu," reaching out to Yūhi Makoto outside the battlefield.
"Qing Ming?"
Yūhi Makoto's voice resonated in his mind.
"It's me," Qing Ming confirmed. "How many Mist Shinobi have moved? Have we met the target number?"
Understanding his question, Yūhi Makoto replied without hesitation, "One moment!"
A few seconds later, after verifying the numbers, he returned, saying, "The northern and eastern forces have each shifted a third of their units, while the southern front has lost half. That's sufficient!"
"Good," Qing Ming responded. "I'll head there immediately. Prepare the next phase."
"Understood. Be careful out there!" Yūhi Makoto added a brief warning before cutting the connection.
Back on the battlefield, Qing Ming dodged an incoming pincer attack from two Jonin.
Without pause, he raised his hand, channeling chakra into an enormous "Rasengan," nearly a meter in diameter.
Having seen this technique in action multiple times, the two Jonin knew its devastating power. They'd witnessed how even smaller versions had left opponents either dead or critically injured.
Faced with this massive variant, their instincts told them to avoid a direct confrontation.
Seizing their hesitation, Qing Ming unleashed the jutsu, forcing them to retreat.
Then, he swiftly followed up with the "Water Release: Hiding in Mist Jutsu," enveloping the area in thick, impenetrable fog.
Since perfecting this technique, he'd rarely used it. Though it effectively hindered his enemies, it also obscured his own Sharingan.
Caught off guard, the two Mist Jonin reacted too late.
While they scattered kunai into the mist and began dispersing it, Qing Ming activated his "Wind Release: Wind Wings," ascending swiftly into the air.
"There he is! Attack!"
A sharp-eyed Jonin spotted Qing Ming's silhouette above the dissipating mist and hurled a kunai, rallying others to follow suit.
But it was too late.
With his Sharingan spinning, Qing Ming easily tracked the kunai's trajectory, evading with a graceful sweep of his wings.
As he rose higher, he effortlessly dodged additional projectiles, soon exiting the range of their attacks.
Below, his remaining clones continued to draw enemy fire before deliberately dispelling themselves, returning their memories and chakra to him.
Circling the battlefield twice to ensure his withdrawal didn't appear too hasty, Qing Ming suddenly shot off at high speed, leaving the western sector far behind.
Many Mist Shinobi watched his departure, their faces etched with frustration.
But for most, it was relief.
After all, for the majority of the Mist forces, Qing Ming's overwhelming strength had been terrifyingly oppressive. Fear was only natural.
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