Sharingan Evolution: Proficiency's Path

However, Shafeng was, after all, a jonin. He quickly regained his composure. Though his gaze toward Qingming still held caution, the fear from before had dissipated. Perhaps he had realized that Qingming's earlier strike was mostly coincidental; otherwise, Qingming wouldn't be posturing in front of him like this.

Seeing that his bluff had failed, Qingming didn't get discouraged.

After all, he wanted to test his own strength.

He recalled the time he faced Iwagakure's jonin, Kohara Shuji. Back then, Kohara hadn't even used his full power, yet Qingming had been completely overwhelmed.

Now, months had passed, and his single-tomoe Sharingan had evolved into a double-tomoe. His overall abilities had significantly improved.

His ninjutsu—Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu—had risen from level 3 to level 4. It now involved shape and nature transformation, improving both its flexibility and power.

His genjutsu—Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique—had also improved, advancing from early level 2 to nearly level 4. Both its casting speed and power had greatly increased.

His primary fighting style, Konoha-style Kenjutsu, had reached its pinnacle at level 5.

Additionally, his Body Flicker Technique and ninja tool throwing skills had improved. The former had risen from level 3 to level 4, and the latter had reached the pinnacle of level 5, showing notable progress as well.

Besides enhancing his existing skills, he had also mastered a technique that better complemented his Sharingan—Uchiha-style Kenjutsu—and brought it to level 5 mastery.

Not only that, but he had also managed to merge this technique with Konoha-style Kenjutsu, creating a more advanced sword technique better suited to his abilities.

Moreover, in his genjutsu training, besides the Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique, he had also learned the Genjutsu: Sharingan, reaching level 3, with impressive results.

With all these advancements combined, his close combat and long-range capabilities had both significantly improved.

So now, Qingming was eager to know if he could defeat Kohara Shuji. He hadn't forgotten that Mizutani Shizuko had died at Shuji's hands while trying to save him.

However, it would be reckless to challenge him outright.

Now, with Shafeng in front of him—a ninja who, while weaker than Shuji, was still stronger than an average special jonin—Qingming was determined not to let this opportunity slip by.

Seeing the burning battle spirit in Qingming's eyes, Shafeng felt a sense of offense.

He was a jonin after all, and yet here was a mere chunin daring to challenge him. Was it simply because this kid was a member of the Uchiha clan?

"Hmph, just a two-tomoe Sharingan," Shafeng sneered in his mind.

With that thought, his aura exploded.

Suddenly, a suffocating pressure of death swept over Qingming, causing him to pause momentarily. But he quickly recovered.

If an average low- or mid-level ninja with a weak will had faced this pressure, they might have been overwhelmed, leaving themselves vulnerable to attack.

But Qingming was different.

His aspirations were far beyond anything the shinobi of this world could understand. A mere sense of impending death wasn't enough to shake his resolve.

Thus, a strange scene unfolded: Shafeng stood there, his expression serious and his body exuding a menacing aura, while Qingming remained calm and composed, watching him with keen interest.

Time ticked by, and eventually, Shafeng could no longer hold back. He finally spoke, "You—"

But before he could finish, Qingming moved.

Three shuriken shot out with a swift whoosh.

Seeing this, Shafeng immediately cut off his words and, with a thought, channeled Wind Style chakra into his fan before giving it a mighty swing.

A gust of wind blew through, sending the three shuriken flying back.

This wasn't a formal ninjutsu—just a simple use of Wind Style chakra.

It was akin to how Sarutobi Asuma infused Wind Style chakra into his blades to increase their cutting power. As long as one had mastered the shape and nature transformation of Wind chakra, they could achieve similar feats.

The same principle applied to Fire Style chakra. After mastering its shape and nature transformation, it could be used with flexibility.

For example, Qingming did just that. In a flash, he dodged the incoming wind.

Then, with a thought, he channeled high-temperature Fire Style chakra from his palm into his short sword.

Instantly, the blade, which he had taken from Iwagakure's special jonin, Shiroishi Sota, turned from snow-white to dark red, with flickers of flames dancing along its edge.

Feeling the intense heat radiating from the blade, Qingming was overjoyed. His long-imagined dream of combining physical and magical attacks had finally come true.

If this sword strike hit, not only would his enemy's flesh be torn apart, but they would also suffer from the searing heat, delivering a double dose of pain and suffering.

Qingming could hardly wait to test it out.

Without hesitation, Qingming pushed off the ground, shooting forward like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, he appeared to Shafeng's right side.

The short sword swung out, aimed directly at Shafeng's neck.

Sensing the intense heat from the blade, Shafeng didn't dare to be careless. He quickly rotated his fan to block the strike.

But just as he did, a wave of drowsiness hit him, making him want to close his eyes.

"Not good!"

Shafeng's heart skipped a beat. He bit down hard on his tongue, and the pain, along with the taste of blood, brought him back to full awareness.

It was clear that a jonin's mental fortitude was far stronger than that of lower-ranked ninjas. Even though Qingming had fully activated his Sharingan, he still couldn't completely put Shafeng under hypnosis.

Perhaps it was due to the imminent danger right in front of him.

In any case, before Qingming's sword could land, Shafeng had already snapped out of it.

Rather than blocking the attack directly, Shafeng bent sharply backward, dodging Qingming's strike.

Qingming didn't flinch. With a quick flick of his wrist, the sword's horizontal slash turned into a diagonal strike aimed at Shafeng's chest.

In the next moment, the blade passed through Shafeng's body, leaving behind a pile of hot sand.

That's right—sand.

At the last moment, Shafeng had used a substitution technique, replacing himself with a sand clone and causing Qingming's strike to miss.

Qingming had noticed Shafeng's movement but hadn't been able to stop him, as Shafeng had the experience to avoid making direct eye contact with the Sharingan.

"Wind Style: Great Sickle Weasel Technique!"

Just as Qingming retracted his sword, Shafeng, now safely distanced, launched a counterattack.

And this time, he unleashed the full power of the Great Sickle Weasel Technique.

Earlier, Qingming had charged into the windstorm twice, but this time, he didn't dare to.

The storm this time was far too terrifying.

In the previous attacks, the wind had only stripped leaves from the trees.

This time, entire trees were being uprooted, torn to pieces by the countless invisible blades of wind.

Even the ground itself was being torn up, layers of earth shredded away by the wind.

In such conditions, charging into the storm was no longer an option—it was dangerous just to get close.

Without hesitation, Qingming used the Body Flicker Technique, swiftly sprinting to the side to escape the storm's range.

Not only him, but the three Sand and Leaf ninjas fighting on the outskirts also retreated further away after witnessing the terrifying scene, not daring to stay even a moment longer.

For a time, the battlefield was empty, with only the raging storm remaining.

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