Sharingan Evolution: Proficiency's Path

As Qingming observed the opponents, the four Sand Shinobi were also watching him. It couldn't be helped—who didn't know about the legendary Sharingan in the ninja world? Just by standing there, Qingming made his three teammates almost fade into the background.

After a brief standoff, the lean man from the Sand side, who seemed to be in charge, spoke up, "Sharingan? So, you're a ninja from the Uchiha clan?"

Hearing this, Qingming immediately adopted a proud demeanor and retorted, "And who are you?"

His tone showed not a shred of respect, even toward a jonin.

That's right—the lean man in front of him was a jonin, though Qingming wasn't sure if he was a special jonin or a full jonin.

"Hmph! Arrogant brat!" The lean man snorted coldly and said, "Remember this, kid—it's Sand Village jonin 'Shafeng' who will end your life!"

As he spoke, Shafeng opened his three-star fan, completing his hand seals and once again launching a Wind Release: Sickle Weasel Technique.

In an instant, violent winds, filled with countless invisible vacuum blades, rushed towards Qingming.

Qingming's eyes narrowed slightly, and his Sharingan began to spin rapidly.

Without turning his head, he said to his teammates, "Leave the jonin to me. The other three are yours."

With that, without waiting to see if his team understood, he drew his short sword and charged into the oncoming storm.

Although the vacuum blades were invisible, they left subtle traces when they cut through the air. Most people wouldn't notice, but with his dual-tomoe Sharingan, Qingming could clearly see these marks.

With this advantage, combined with his level 5 swordsmanship, Qingming was able to skillfully deflect each vacuum blade. The clash of his sword against the blades rang out continuously as he gradually closed in on Shafeng.

Seeing this, Shafeng's pupils contracted slightly. He quickly pulled his three-star fan open another notch, revealing a second dot.

Then, he rapidly completed more hand seals, pouring a large amount of Wind Release chakra into the fan, and with a powerful swing, shouted, "Wind Release: Great Sickle Weasel Technique!"

This time, the windstorm was even more ferocious, and the vacuum blades were much denser.

However, Qingming still showed no fear. He charged straight into the storm, his sword flashing as he deflected every blade that came near, preventing any from getting within a meter of him.

At the same time, the six other shinobi had already begun their own battle.

However, because of the intensity of Qingming and Shafeng's clash, the others had instinctively shifted their battle further away.

Qingming glanced over briefly and saw no clear advantage on either side, so he quickly refocused. The outcome of the overall battle would likely be decided by his fight.

With that in mind, Qingming increased his speed, moving even faster towards Shafeng.

Noticing this, Shafeng didn't hesitate. He fully opened his three-star fan and began forming seals for an even stronger jutsu.

But this time, Qingming didn't give him the chance.

Seeing that the distance was now ideal, Qingming activated the Body Flicker Technique, dramatically increasing his speed.

Ordinarily, charging headlong into such a storm would be suicidal. But Qingming was different. With his dual-tomoe Sharingan, he could use his powerful perception to dodge the vacuum blades as they hurtled toward him.

Thus, after paying a small price, Qingming managed to break through the range of the Great Sickle Weasel Technique and appeared right in front of Shafeng.

At this moment, Shafeng had not yet completed the hand seals for his technique.

Seeing the stunned look in Shafeng's eyes, Qingming swung his short sword.

Shafeng reacted quickly, though. The moment he saw the sword coming, he stopped his jutsu and instantly ducked behind his fan.

Clang!

Qingming's sword struck the fan, producing a dull sound.

Refusing to let up, Qingming quickly retracted his sword and flashed to a new position, launching another attack from a different angle.

Sensing the danger, Shafeng hurriedly closed his fan and swung it forcefully, attempting to knock Qingming and his sword away.

However, Qingming's reflexes were incredibly sharp. As soon as Shafeng moved, Qingming withdrew his sword, flashing once more to attack from yet another direction.

Qingming had expected this next move to at least force Shafeng to dodge, if not strike him outright.

But to his surprise, Shafeng neutralized the attack with a simple maneuver.

Shafeng reopened his fan slightly and used the corner as a pivot point, rotating the fan 90 degrees to perfectly block the incoming sword.

Qingming's blade scraped across the fan, producing a teeth-grinding screech.

Taking advantage of the moment, Shafeng quickly formed hand seals. Before Qingming could press his attack, Shafeng struck with his palm.

Even though Qingming was nearly a meter away, the force still sent him flying.

No, it wasn't that he was struck—it was more accurate to say he was blown away.

If Qingming wasn't mistaken, this was Wind Release: Gale Palm, a C-rank wind-style jutsu.

Although this was just a basic wind jutsu, it had numerous practical uses. Blowing Qingming away was only the simplest application. The real utility came from combining it with thrown weapons like kunai and shuriken, using wind pressure to accelerate them for more precise and lethal attacks.

Just as Qingming was sent flying and hadn't even landed yet, Shafeng already had a kunai in hand, ready to follow up with a deadly strike.

Unfortunately for Shafeng, while his speed was impressive, to Qingming's Sharingan, it wasn't quick enough to be overwhelming.

Qingming still had time to counterattack.

As soon as Qingming's feet touched the ground, he pulled out three shuriken from his pouch and threw them without even looking.

However, this seemingly casual throw caused Shafeng's hair to stand on end. Without thinking, he dodged to the side.

But the three shuriken collided in midair, changing direction and sealing off Shafeng's escape route.

"What!?" Shafeng was startled. He quickly raised his kunai and barely managed to block one of the shuriken.

But he didn't have time to deflect the other two.

In desperation, he twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the second shuriken.

Slash!

The sound of blades slicing through flesh echoed as one of the shuriken grazed Shafeng's shoulder, leaving a gash about an inch long.

Blood seeped out of the wound, staining his clothes.

Glancing at the cut on his shoulder, Shafeng's eyes now held a hint of fear as he looked back at Qingming.

He had no choice—the skill behind those three shuriken was terrifying. It wasn't just about throwing them; it required perfect timing and precise prediction of his movements.

Qingming had nailed both.

In other words, as long as Qingming had enough distance, he could easily play Shafeng to death.

But what Shafeng didn't know was that Qingming hadn't been entirely confident in his prediction just now. They had only just begun fighting, and he hadn't yet fully grasped Shafeng's tendencies.

In fact, Qingming had simply acted on instinct, sensing that this direction had the highest probability of success.

He hadn't expected to actually land a hit.

Truth be told, Qingming was just as surprised as Shafeng, but he hid it well, projecting an air of calm and confidence to keep the pressure on his opponent.

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