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"The enemy is no longer something we can deal with. Since we will be killed sooner or later, then... eh? Ah!!"

The squadron leader who was preparing to give an impassioned speech suddenly let out a scream in the middle of his speech. In the astonished eyes of many warriors, the squadron leader's head flew up.

"Mysterious meaning——Blade Hell!!"

The well-trained ninja warriors reacted quickly. Dozens of warriors lowered their bodies in uniform movements at the same time, pressed the sword cassette on their waists and drew their swords out of their sheaths instantly.

The invisible blade wind formed a tight blockade and slashed towards the space around the squadron leader where the enemy might be hiding. However, just like the previous times, the blade wind that drew the sword cut out neatly criss-crossed patterns on the ground like a chess grid.

Apart from the slash marks, there are no other results.

"The boss has been killed." One of the samurai took off his helmet and put it on the ground with a bitter smile. Under the helmet was a young and resolute face, "Let me give the boss the order that he has no time to finish."

The young man glanced at the captain whose head rolled far away and whose body was lying in a pool of blood. He observed two seconds of silence.

"The enemy cannot be dealt with only by us. Since we will be killed sooner or later, then before we die, we must exert our greatest value -" the young ninja warrior raised the blade in his hand, "Take out everyone's

The most ferocious sword skills expose the enemy's flaws as much as possible, even if it wastes more of the enemy's energy, it is worth it!"

The samurai who lacked the ability to sense were being played like headless flies. If they chose to escape, many of them could escape as the ninja warriors had the same mobility as the ninjas.

However, the headquarters did not issue an order to retreat. It would be cost-effective to use the ninja warriors who are at the lowest level among all the effective forces of the coalition to hold off the terrible enemy for a while. If these warriors are allowed to evacuate now, it will be difficult to track down the enemy without a trace.

A hundred times more difficult.

Human lives have become cold numbers, and a thousand-man team of ninja warriors is nothing more than an insignificant number on the scale.

"It seems to be very lively here." When there were less than two hundred ninja warriors left, the limited reinforcements sent by the headquarters finally arrived.

Too many people died, and the blood of countless dead people flowed and gathered into one red stream after another, flowing towards the low-lying areas of the dry land, forming one lake after another of blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

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Zabuza sniffed. The overly strong smell of blood reminded Zabuza of the "Blood Mist" era.

As a master of assassination, Zabuza detected key information from the corpses everywhere. The fatal injuries of all samurai were in vital parts, such as the throat, heart, forehead, kidneys, spleen...

Moreover, there are rarely more than two wounds on a corpse, and most of them are killed by one blow.

(A terrifyingly powerful assassination master...) A fierce fighting spirit rose in Zabuza's eyes.

Judging from the limited intelligence provided by the headquarters, the enemy has extremely powerful hiding capabilities, and its traces cannot be detected by any means of perception by the coalition forces.

(I am at an absolute disadvantage.) Zabuza took off the sword from his back and banged it beside him. (The enemy will definitely attack, but I can't detect any signs of the opponent's attack. I am proficient in the silent killing technique.

My enemy's attack methods are very similar to mine.)

Zabuza slowly closed his eyes, (he could only rely on his intuition honed in long battles and his understanding of assassination techniques to counter his opponent.)

When no trace of the enemy can be detected by any means of perception, the large number of useless images seen by the eyes become useless junk information that can interfere with the brain's judgment.

Time passes by minute by second, psychological tactics are a vital part of the assassination technique, and patience is an essential quality for any fog ninja who wants to master the silent killing technique.

Whoosh!

A slight sound of breaking through the air sounded next to Zabuza's ears. Zabuza's ears twitched, but his body did not move. (It was a small stone or something, trying to distract me or induce me to dodge, thus exposing the flaw.

)

Zabuza completely saw through his opponent's intentions.

Perhaps he found that the useless temptation was of no use to Zabuza, so the enemy's formal attack soon began.

There was no sound, not even the slightest airflow disturbance in the air, and Zabuza suddenly felt like his hair was standing on end.

"clang!"

Zabuza raised his sword like a shield and blocked it behind him. The vibration from the sword made Zabuza feel lucky, (it blocked it!)

A probing attack from the enemy had already caused Zabuza to be covered in cold sweat as if he was exhausted.

"Cang!" Before Zabuza could breathe a sigh of relief, an attack with a more tricky angle came again, and Zabuza once again successfully intercepted the enemy's assassination.

After the second attack, the third attack did not arrive for an unknown amount of time. When Zabuza thought that the enemy had left, Zabuza once again sensed the danger based on his intuition alone.

"clang!"

The third volley was successful.

Zabuza closed his eyes. He was holding a scary big knife that was too big in both hands, but he looked extremely cautious. The muscles in his arms were tense, and he held the big knife in front of him. His whole body was dripping with cold sweat as if it had been washed by water. The sweat was flowing smoothly.

The handle of the knife kept falling down with a thud.

——

(It seems that the mode that cannot use advanced ninjutsu is not enough to defeat you.)

The unfamiliar voice coming from behind made Zabuza's soul tremble.

"Ninja Technique - Instantaneous Body Technique!"

"Earth Escape - the art of rock coffin!"

Under Zabuza's feet, the ground turned into a mousetrap, and the two hard rocks suddenly lifted up and clicked together. Although Zabuza noticed it, he used the teleportation technique to escape, but the earth escape attack was still affected.

he.

The sandal of Zabuza's right foot was caught by the rock coffin board, so Zabuza no longer had the shoe on his right foot.

I even took off my shoes, it was cold...

The teleportation technique had already allowed Zabuza to escape far away, but Zabuza was frightened. He was afraid that he would not be safe, so he continued to jump far back. When he was sure that he was a little safer, Zabuza gasped heavily.

Stop breathing.

The ghost-like enemy finally appeared. His whole body was wrapped in bandages. Even the kunai in his hand was wrapped around by the bandages, leaving only a little bit of the tip of the kunai exposed.

Now, the bandage on Kunai is falling off bit by bit.

The body was covered in bandages and looked a little thin. There was also a circle of bandages scattered around the body. At this moment, Zabuza finally felt the enemy's deliberately hidden aura, as well as the powerful and almost suffocating killing intent.

He couldn't feel any breath at all, and suddenly there was a surge of murderous intent that almost turned into reality. The huge contrast made Zabuza feel the strong impact of murderous intent.

"This is..." Zabuza's pupils tightened. He finally remembered who this short man was. "The second generation Tsuchikage, known as 'Nobody', has no..."

Finally, even the shadow-level reincarnated warriors from the dirty earth appeared.