During the fierce battle of the outpost camp under a surprise attack by Iwagakure ninja, Shinyi was surrounded by elite Iwagakure Jonin, yet he showed not a shred of fear. His eyes were like deep, cold pools, reflecting the firelight with a sharp gleam that seemed capable of piercing every thought and intention of his enemies. The attacks of the Iwagakure ninja came whistling from all directions like a dense storm of arrows, but Shinyi's figure moved like nimble lightning, weaving freely through the gaps in the rain-like assault. At times he was like a light, agile swallow, side-stepping a razor-sharp ninja blade; at other times he was like an agile ape, dropping low to avoid a roaring fireball. Every evasion was executed with absolute precision, the enemies' attacks missing him by a hair's breadth, leaving only streaks tearing through the air.
Amidst this intense interchange of offense and defense, Shinyi maintained absolute calm and focus, his mind like a sharp surgical blade dissecting the enemy's tactical coordination. Finally, he keenly caught the fleeting, tiny flaw in the Iwagakure joint attack—a flaw like an imperceptible thread, shimmering in and out of view within the enemy's seemingly flawless net of assaults.
A slight smile curved the corners of Shinyi's mouth into a cold smirk. His hands rapidly formed Hand Seals, his ten fingers dancing in the air like nimble dancers, and he shouted in a low voice: "Wind Release: Wind Blade Slaughter!"
Chapter 180