Chapter 160: Counterattack

Clang!

Qing Ming deflected an attack from one of the Iwagakure Jonin with his sword. Before he could make his next move, another Jonin swung a strange weapon at him, resembling a scythe. It was difficult to block, and Qing Ming had no chance to parry at that moment.

With a powerful push off the ground, he leaped into the air just as the scythe swept under his feet, whistling through the air. He retracted his sword, landing two or three meters away. But before he could regain his footing, several kunai came whizzing toward him.

Qing Ming quickly turned his head, and the tomoe in his Sharingan spun rapidly, allowing him to instantly see the trajectory of the kunai. His body flickered as he narrowly dodged the projectiles thrown by the third Iwagakure Jonin.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him, aiming a kunai directly at his throat. It was the first Jonin who had attacked him. Without time to catch his breath, Qing Ming swung his sword to block the attack.

The Jonin didn't let up and continued his relentless strikes with the kunai. However, Qing Ming, with the heightened perception of his Sharingan and his mastery of swordsmanship at level five, blocked every move with pinpoint accuracy.

It wasn't long before the Jonin started to tire.

Seeing an opportunity, Qing Ming prepared to counterattack. But before he could, the scythe-wielding Jonin closed in again, joining forces with the first Jonin to keep up the pressure on Qing Ming.

Left with no choice, Qing Ming had to stay on the defensive.

This was the trio's strategy—continuous, coordinated attacks to force Qing Ming to make a mistake and then finish him off.

Qing Ming could tell that these three were well-trained in their teamwork. The Jonin with the kunai and the one with the scythe acted as the main attackers, while the third Jonin, who had been throwing kunai from afar, covered them, filling in any gaps in their offensive.

Their coordination was tight, and for an ordinary Jonin, such teamwork could be deadly.

But Qing Ming wasn't just any ordinary Jonin.

Despite their impressive synchronization, the trio wasn't flawless. To him, they still had weaknesses.

Like now.

Qing Ming dodged a kunai thrust from the Jonin in front of him. Although the scythe-wielding Jonin quickly moved in to cover the gap, it still gave Qing Ming a split second to react.

And that was all he needed to turn the tide.

In an instant, Qing Ming activated his Sharingan's hypnosis ability.

The scythe-wielding Jonin, having locked eyes with Qing Ming throughout the fight, froze in place, momentarily lost in a trance.

"Dairou!" The kunai-wielding Jonin, noticing something wrong, called out in alarm and immediately positioned himself in front of his comrade, blocking Qing Ming's next sword strike.

Before Qing Ming could launch a follow-up attack, the third Jonin, serving as the backup, had already thrown several shuriken aimed directly at Qing Ming's vital points.

Hearing the faint sound of the shuriken slicing through the air, Qing Ming smiled, pushed off the ground, and leaped backward, evading the incoming projectiles.

With a flick of his wrist, several shuriken appeared in Qing Ming's hand. After a quick glance to gauge the third Jonin's position, he flung the shuriken toward him.

Without waiting to see the result, Qing Ming leaped back again, putting more distance between himself and the two remaining Jonin.

At that moment, Dairou finally snapped out of his trance.

But what greeted his eyes was a massive fireball.

While retreating, Qing Ming had completed the hand seals for the Uchiha clan's signature jutsu—Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique.

This time, he used 300 chakra points, forming a fireball nearly three meters in diameter, radiating intense heat. Even at a distance, Dairou could feel its scorching temperature.

Just as the fireball was about to engulf them, Dairou remained calm. Not because he wasn't afraid, but because his comrade, the kunai-wielding Jonin, had already made his move.

With rapid hand seals, the Jonin slammed his palms onto the ground and activated his Earth Style: Earth Shore Return technique. The earth in front of them flipped, raising a stone slab about two meters wide, blocking the fireball.

Boom!

The fireball smashed into the stone slab, resulting in a violent explosion. Flames licked around the edges of the slab, and the extreme heat singed the two Jonin behind it, causing their faces to burn painfully.

Crack!

A faint cracking sound came from the stone slab.

The two Jonin looked toward the sound and saw a small crack forming on the surface of the slab.

Crack, crack!

Two more cracks appeared.

Seeing this, the two Jonin's expressions changed, and they quickly leaped back.

As soon as they moved, the stone slab shattered with a loud crash, sending flaming rocks flying in all directions.

Dairou and his comrade dodged the debris, but their clothes were singed with several holes, making them appear disheveled.

Qing Ming, observing their state, raised his hands, ready to press the advantage and continue his assault.

But just then, he felt a slight tremor beneath his feet. Without hesitation, Qing Ming jumped backward.

A sharp stone spike, about one and a half meters long, shot out from the ground where he had just stood.

"Earth Style: Rising Stone Spears?!"

Qing Ming immediately recognized the signature jutsu of Iwagakure.

Scanning his surroundings, he spotted the third Jonin in the distance, his hands pressed against the ground, eyes locked onto Qing Ming.

It was clear that the Rising Stone Spears were his doing.

'If that's the case, there must be more than one,' Qing Ming thought to himself.

As if confirming his suspicion, another familiar tremor came from beneath his feet. He dodged again, narrowly avoiding another stone spike that pierced the ground where he had stood moments earlier.

And this was only the beginning.

Within seconds, Qing Ming had to dodge nearly a hundred stone spikes, each one emerging faster than the last, with less and less warning.

If not for the enhanced perception granted by his three-tomoe Sharingan, Qing Ming wouldn't have been able to evade them so easily.

Once the tremors stopped, Qing Ming muttered, "Is it over?"

He glanced around, seeing that the once-wooded area had been transformed into a forest of stone spears, their sharp points protruding from the ground, creating a chilling scene.

Looking back at the distant Jonin, Qing Ming noticed the man's face had turned grim.

Clearly, he wasn't happy with the outcome.

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