On the edge of the cliff, seven figures surrounded the two on guard duty, and several different killing intents overlapped, enveloping the two, instantly causing their bodies to tremble and cold sweat to stream down their foreheads.
The youth's breathing became ragged as he looked at the cliff edge not far away, a look of disbelief in his eyes.
The enemies had indeed not invaded from the coastline, but had used the blind spot below the cliff to climb straight up, then caught them off guard.
"Heh, two Konoha guys," Suikazan Fuguki, tall with sharp teeth, stood in the center, his arms crossed, and said mockingly as he looked at the two who were frozen in place.
"Ehehe, let me send them to their graves!" Kurosuki Raiga, holding the Lightning Blade in both hands, licked his lips, his two blades crossed in front of him, lightning flickering on them.
"Let me sew them up."
Wearing a mask, with wild, flowing hair like a savage, he held the long sword, Needle Threading. His tone sounded normal, yet he spoke words that sent shivers down one's spine.
"Alright, hurry up, don't forget the mission Mizukage-sama assigned." Biwa Jūzō, standing to the side with the Kubikiribocho on his back, took a step forward and said in a deep voice to the restless group.
Ever since the Kubikiribocho was summoned back last time, many Kirigakure Ninja immediately became excited, all wanting to become the newly promoted Ninja Swordsmen.
And Biwa Jūzō, who was implicitly expected by everyone to be severely punished for losing the Ninja Sword, not only wasn't punished, but Yagura even gave the Kubikiribocho back to him.
Although many were displeased, they dared not say much due to his extremely high status and powerful strength in the Village.
And Biwa Jūzō was not a fool; Yagura's intention was clearly to win him over. If he hadn't seen that, he would have been eaten alive in the cruel and bloody Hidden Mist Village.
So among the current Ninja Swordsmen, his loyalty to the Mizukage lineage was the highest, and thus he dared not neglect this mission personally arranged by the Mizukage.
"Alright, alright, I get it." The short-tempered Munashi Jinpachi waved his hand impatiently, shouldered his Exploding Blade, and turned to walk inland.
These were just two ordinary Chunin; they weren't worth him using his Exploding Blade, and their mission was infiltration, so fighting would create too much commotion.
Anyway, there would be many more battles later, so these two Chunin didn't matter.
Suikazan Fuguki glanced at the others, then turned and left with Biwa Jūzō and Kurosuki Raiga, leaving Kuriarare Kushimaru and two others to raise their Ninja Swords at the terrified duo…
The screams had just begun when they abruptly ceased. The three, with satisfied expressions, chased after the others, their faces bearing bloodthirsty smiles.
Behind them, on the cliff, a strong wind swept through, blowing pieces of flesh to the cliff edge, where they then rolled off and fell into the sea.
Only the scattered bloodstains on the ground could prove that something had existed and occurred there.
Because there was still some time until the shift change, the group's movements were not exposed. However, the inland patrol team quickly noticed the disappearance of the two when they passed by.
News quickly reached the Konoha Camp. Upon receiving the message, White Fang, who was fighting on the front lines, immediately understood the enemy's plan and intended to order a retreat. However, under the Third Mizukage's command, all Kirigakure Ninja, like madmen, launched a furious assault, preventing the Konoha Ninja from retreating and forcing them to remain engaged.
Damn it!
Even the usually mild-tempered White Fang's face darkened. He swung his sword even faster, his continuous attacks making the Third Mizukage feel a slight strain, forcing him to focus on defense and grit his teeth to hold on.
Compared to White Fang's robust physique, his own body was already critically ill; this kind of high-intensity battle could not be sustained for long and would continuously worsen his physical condition.
But he could not retreat, because he was the Mizukage of a Village. If he fell here, then this Third Shinobi World War would mean the Hidden Mist Village had lost.
While the two were locked in battle, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, after slaying another patrol squad, entered the Land of Fire's forest. As they delved deeper, they encountered more and more Konoha Ninja, but under their combined efforts, most Ninja were dealt with, with only a small number escaping with various strange injuries.
"Tsk, these Konoha guys are so weak, but they're much more satisfying to kill than those sand-playing guys!" Munashi Jinpachi said excitedly, stepping on a corpse beneath his feet.
Previously, on the Suna Hidden Village Battlefield, he had been incredibly frustrated by the Sunagakure Ninja's attack methods and fighting style.
As soon as he arrived there, he was ready to give those Sunagakure Ninja bastards a taste of their own medicine, but he never expected that as soon as their puppet master unit came out, he was instantly subdued. Every time he fought them for a long time, he would finally hit something, but it would always be a puppet. Coupled with various traps, poisons, and hidden weapons, it made him feel sick whenever he saw a puppet master now.
"Alright, don't forget our objective." Suikazan Fuguki pulled out a map from his body, glanced at it twice, then put it away, turning to rush forward. The others behind him had no objections and followed suit.
Their mission this time was to attack Konoha's Border Line from the rear, coordinate a pincer attack with the main army, and then allow them to successfully capture and establish a base on the coastline.
"Hmm?" Suikazan Fuguki, walking at the very front, suddenly paused, his brow slightly furrowed as he looked towards the jungle ahead.
"What's wrong? Let's go." Munashi Jinpachi, beside him, also stopped and said somewhat impatiently.
"Don't rush, three more brats are coming."
"Oh?" Hearing this, Biwa Jūzō, not far away, instantly brightened, plunged his sword into the ground, and a murderous smile appeared on his face.
"Perfect. Before the big battle, let the Kubikiribocho drink some blood to recover."
As soon as he finished speaking, three figures burst out of the jungle, directly encountering the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.
Looking at the seven people who suddenly appeared, the group reacted after a brief moment of daze. Shiranui Genma, wearing a headband and a Senbon in his mouth, held a Kunai and half-crouched on the ground, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.
"This isn't good, we're surrounded. There's no way to retreat now."
They had been sent out by the Konoha Camp to find the whereabouts of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist and then report back. They never expected to be so lucky as to run into them in this vast jungle.
They were only three Chunin, while the opponents were all Jonin-level Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist. Now, whether they stayed to fight or tried to run, it was… a dead end!