A few moments later, Qing Ming arrived above the northern district.
At this time, the battle here was raging intensely.
With the majority of the Mist's forces diverted to the western district, Yuhi Mahiru had promptly launched a full-scale attack.
As the primary offensive direction, the northern district had gathered the most Leaf Jonin.
Under their leadership, even without Qing Ming's intervention, the Leaf forces had already breached the district.
Now, all that was left was for Qing Ming to deliver the final blow.
Circling twice in the air to confirm his target, Qing Ming descended directly into the Mist's rear lines.
As expected, this move caused immediate chaos among the Mist forces.
After Qing Ming killed several individuals in quick succession, it wasn't until a Mist Jonin finally arrived that someone was able to stall him.
Qing Ming didn't waste any words and engaged in battle instantly.
It quickly became apparent that the Jonin was no match for Qing Ming. In mere moments, his body was marked by multiple wounds.
Left with no choice, the Mist commander was forced to deploy additional reinforcements.
Finally, with the number of Jonin opposing Qing Ming increased to four, they managed to stabilize the situation.
While this tactic temporarily restrained Qing Ming, it left a critical gap in the front line of the Mist forces.
After all, Jonin aren't as easy to produce as weeds—each one requires time and effort to cultivate.
The Mist had already lost a significant number of Jonin in previous clashes.
Now, with the Leaf concentrating the forces of several bases for this assault, their Jonin numbers far exceeded those of the Mist forces in Sand River City.
In other words, the Mist Jonin were already under considerable pressure. Pulling four of them away to deal with Qing Ming only worsened the situation.
This imbalance quickly showed on the battlefield.
The Mist Jonin on the front lines began to falter against the Leaf Jonin, steadily retreating.
Their retreat forced the Mist Chunin and Genin to follow suit.
Step by step, the Mist line was pushed back into the city.
In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed.
Qing Ming seized an opportunity and successfully took down a second Mist Jonin.
At the same time, the Mist's defensive line in the northern district completely collapsed, forcing their remaining forces to flee toward the central district.
There, the Mist had prepared their final line of defense.
Qing Ming ignored the fleeing Mist forces, intending to press his advantage and eliminate the last two Jonin as well.
However, just then, a voice echoed in his mind.
"Qing Ming Jonin, the captain has instructed you to proceed to the central district immediately. If possible, destroy the Mist's fortifications there."
This method of communication was unmistakable—Yamanaka Clan's "Mind Transmission Technique."
Hearing this, Qing Ming paused for a moment. Dodging a kunai coming at him from the side, he replied, "Understood."
Without further ado, he severed the mental connection.
After glancing at the remaining two Mist Jonin beside him, Qing Ming abandoned his plan to finish them off. After evading their attacks several times, he created distance between them.
Quickly forming a series of hand seals, he activated the technique—Wind Release: Wind Wings.
Whoosh!
A pair of faintly glowing chakra wings sprouted from his back.
With a strong flap of his wings, Qing Ming shot into the sky.
Once airborne, he performed additional hand seals, consecutively activating "Chakra Cloak" and "Earth Release: Hardening Technique" to add two layers of defense.
Only after finishing his preparations did he fly toward the center of Sand River City.
The distance was short, and Qing Ming arrived almost instantly.
Looking down, it was clear the Mist forces had constructed their defensive line here long before, prepared to hold their ground for as long as possible.
Without hesitation, Qing Ming descended rapidly, dodging incoming tools and techniques while forming hand seals to activate Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!
In an instant, a massive fireball over 30 meters in diameter appeared, radiating intense heat and light like a second sun in the sky.
With a thought, Qing Ming directed the fireball to descend, targeting the center of the city.
However, having witnessed this technique in the western district, the Mist forces were prepared.
The moment Qing Ming launched his attack, several Mist Jonin teamed up to cast the village's widely known B-rank technique—Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!
Roar!
Amid the chaos, the crowd seemed to hear the faint echoes of dragon roars.
Moments later, several enormous water dragons formed and surged upward, colliding with the massive fireball.
As water and fire clashed, neither side gave way.
The water dragons were suppressed, unable to advance further.
Likewise, the fireball was halted midair, unable to descend.
In the sky, the constant clash of elements created endless "hissing" sounds. Steam billowed outward, engulfing the area in a thick white mist.
Seizing this opportunity, Qing Ming released his control over the fireball, allowing it to be extinguished by the water dragons.
Meanwhile, he used the obscured vision to evade any further attacks and activated another technique—Water Release: Exploding Water Shockwave!
In an instant, a massive torrent of water poured down like a waterfall, flooding the city.
The Mist forces stationed here, as well as those who had arrived earlier, were caught completely off guard.
By the time they stabilized themselves and attempted to resist, it was already too late.
Qing Ming maximized his chakra output to create the flood, and within moments, the central district was transformed into a vast expanse of water.
The numerous fortifications within the district were utterly dismantled by the rushing currents.
Even though the Mist forces were adept at water-based combat, they couldn't form a proper defensive line under these circumstances.
Moreover, since this water was created by Qing Ming's technique, there was no telling if he had prepared any additional traps.
As a result, the Mist forces didn't dare linger.
Simultaneously, the reinforcements heading toward the central district froze in place upon seeing this scene.
The Mist commander, hidden within the shadows, realized the battle was lost and ordered a full retreat.
The aftermath unfolded simply: the Mist fled, and the Leaf pursued.
The battle dragged on for nearly two hours before the Mist forces managed to escape aboard their warships. Only then did Yuhi Mahiru declare victory.
Meanwhile, at another key stronghold, the outcome was equally decisive.
Though Qing Ming wasn't present, Namikaze Minato was, and he singlehandedly killed over a dozen Jonin and Special Jonin. His actions completely broke the Mist forces' morale.
That stronghold fell even faster than Sand River City.
Reading the battle report in his hands, Qing Ming couldn't help but click his tongue.
It was evident that Namikaze Minato also sought to end the war as quickly as possible.
Otherwise, given his usual temperament, he wouldn't have taken such drastic measures.
More than a dozen Jonin—it was likely that most of the Jonin stationed at that stronghold had fallen by his hand.
No wonder the Mist forces had crumbled so quickly.
"I wonder, after suffering such heavy losses, will the Mist Village develop a grudge and refuse to back down against the Leaf?"
This thought briefly crossed Qing Ming's mind.
But he quickly shook his head to dismiss it.
It wasn't that he underestimated the Mist Village, but they simply didn't have the strength to confront the Leaf head-on at the moment.
The current Leaf Village, untouched by the Nine-Tails' attack or Orochimaru's betrayal, was brimming with skilled ninjas.
Under these circumstances, any rational individual in the Mist Village wouldn't choose to engage in a direct conflict.
If anything, this might prompt them to seek peace talks more quickly.
Various thoughts flashed through his mind as Qing Ming put away the battle report.
With a simple hand sign, he created a Shadow Clone, leaving it to handle the post-battle cleanup.
As for himself, he left Sand River City, finding a quiet place to continue his training.
No matter how vast the world or pressing the matters at hand, nothing was more important than improving himself.
He had wasted enough time today—he couldn't afford to squander any more.
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