Sharingan Evolution: Proficiency's Path

Ding—

Ding ding ding—

The sound of metal clashing rang out repeatedly.

Qingming wielded his short sword, blocking more than a dozen attacks from the two enemies in an instant, but there was no hint of joy on his face.

It was simple: the pressure these two exerted on him was far greater than that of the two Rock Ninjas he had fought earlier. While the previous opponents were cautious of their own safety, these two did not care at all. They acted as human shields, deliberately putting themselves in harm's way to create openings for their comrade.

This reckless fighting style put Qingming in a bit of a frenzy.

Normally, he could have risked injury to take down one of them first and then dealt with the other. However, that wasn't an option this time.

He glanced at the kunai in their hands, which glowed with a black-purple aura. If he wasn't mistaken, they were poisoned. Given the circumstances, Qingming couldn't afford to get hit.

So, he had to hold back for the time being.

Fortunately, Qingming's swordsmanship was far superior to theirs. After adapting to their rhythm, he quickly gained the upper hand.

In no time, the two ninjas bore several wounds.

But as expected of tools trained by the Root organization, their combat ability showed no signs of diminishing, even after being injured.

However, humans were still human. No matter how strong their willpower, their fighting capacity would inevitably decrease once their bodies reached their limit.

At that point, Qingming could seize his opportunity.

Thus, he remained patient, steadily wearing down their "hit points."

As time passed, Qingming suddenly sensed something was amiss. Logically, his intentions were clear, and the two ninjas should have realized the danger they were in.

Given the Root ninjas' typical behavior, they would never accept a slow death.

Therefore, they were likely to counterattack, and Qingming was prepared for their retaliation.

But instead, they seemed to be completely oblivious to the danger, as if they had lost their wits, just dragging the fight out.

Blood had pooled all around them, yet they showed no signs of urgency.

Wait a minute… Blood!

Qingming's eyes widened in realization as he looked around.

He noticed that the ground had become soaked in blood, and those bloodstains were intertwining to form a sealing formation.

"Oh no," he thought, retreating instinctively.

But just then, one of the Root ninjas rushed forward, desperately trying to hold him back, while the other began forming hand signs rapidly.

He watched in shock as blood surged from the wounds of the injured Root ninja, creating dozens of crimson patterns on his body.

Then these blood patterns spread down his legs, connecting with the blood that had pooled on the ground.

The blood began to writhe, forming an orderly sealing technique.

"Blood Ghost Barrier, activate!"

A low voice came from the Root ninja, now covered in blood patterns.

In the next instant, four blood-colored barriers shot up, forming a small barrier about twenty meters long and ten meters high.

At that moment, the injured ninja pulled back, maintaining a safe distance from Qingming.

Qingming didn't pursue but focused on observing the barrier with his Sharingan.

He had caught the name of the barrier—Blood Ghost Barrier—so what was "Blood Ghost"?

As he pondered this, he saw the injured ninja suddenly stab a kunai into his own heart and pull it out expressionlessly.

In an instant, blood gushed forth, soaking his clothes and transforming him into a bloody figure.

The barrier around them seemed to sense something, glowing dimly as it did.

Qingming's instincts screamed at him, and without hesitation, he dashed forward, swinging his sword to sever the ninja's neck.

With that strike, the Root ninja collapsed to the ground, but Qingming's heart sank when he realized the man was still alive.

Upon closer inspection, the blood at the ninja's neck wound wriggled, visibly mending the fatal injury.

"Is this what they mean by Blood Ghost?" Qingming wondered, disbelief creeping into his mind as he swung his sword again.

Yet, just like before, the injuries healed rapidly as the blood moved.

"Physical attacks are ineffective?"

Qingming steadied himself, contemplating his next move.

Just as he prepared to use ninjutsu, the injured ninja emitted a low growl, launching himself at Qingming with blinding speed, kunai aimed directly at his chest.

Simultaneously, the other Root ninja threw several shuriken, blocking Qingming's escape and targeting his vital spots.

The Sharingan in Qingming's eyes spun rapidly as he swung his sword, deflecting all the attacks.

But this was just the beginning.

For the following moments, the injured ninja repeatedly attacked Qingming, using his blood-soaked body as a shield.

The blood-soaked ninja seemed to be killed countless times, yet he remained relentlessly animated.

Qingming attempted to use fire techniques to test whether ninjutsu attacks would work, but he could never find an opening.

Truly, having a foe capable of infinite resurrection was incredibly troublesome.

Only thanks to Qingming's exceptional swordsmanship could he fend off the two opponents; otherwise, he would likely have sustained serious injuries by now.

Qingming had also tried to use genjutsu to control the blood-soaked ninja.

However, as the number of deaths mounted, the ninja had lost nearly all his reason and continued to attack without thought.

Qingming's genjutsu fell flat, as ineffective as throwing a stone into the sea.

Clearly, the Root ninja had come well-prepared.

Left with no choice, Qingming redirected his focus to the other Root ninja.

Unfortunately, that ninja was slippery, refusing to engage in a direct confrontation.

Fortunately, with the aid of the Sharingan, Qingming was ultimately able to predict the ninja's movements and found an opportunity.

Swish—Swish—

Two strikes severed the blood ninja's throat and right hand.

As if foreseeing the attack, Qingming evaded the incoming kunai from the other Root ninja, closing the distance in a single leap.

Activating the hypnotic ability of the Sharingan, he temporarily incapacitated his opponent.

Seizing the moment, Qingming swung his short sword.

Slash—

The sound of steel slicing through flesh rang out as he cut a gaping wound across the chest of the Root ninja.

The agony jolted the dazed ninja back to reality.

As he attempted to retreat, Qingming wouldn't let this chance slip away. He flipped his left hand, revealing a shuriken.

Swish—

The shuriken flew true, striking the ninja in the throat.

He knew another update was coming that night.

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