Ling had changed greatly, and he could feel it.
It seemed that the enlightenment of this battle had not only brought him enlightenment and the opening of the Shura Eye, but also his ninja talent.
For example, climbing the wall. He had only had a little idea and was still far from doing it, but he suddenly could do it.
Another example was the action of him jumping off the roof. It was not something that a person who had just become a ninja could do.
However, Ling could do it and complete it.
In his mind, it seemed that he should have known all these things. Before this, he would not have fallen asleep just because of these memories, but now he only understood.
He knew that he didn't need to use too much chakra. He could control this amount well. If he used too much, it would be a waste of chakra. If he used too little, it wouldn't have any effect.
He also knew that the chakras attached to his feet had to be evenly distributed. Even if he moved or fought, he had to do this. Otherwise, it would easily cause his body to be uncoordinated.
The immortal caressed my head and tied my hair to accept immortality.
It was probably referring to his situation.
He couldn't understand, and he didn't think about it. During the day, he stood on the roof and quietly observed the battle outside the village. Under his thin body, something called the heart of the strong was slowly awakening. Endless vitality was contained within, making his eyes clear and profound.
At night, he cultivated in his room, refining chakras and working hard to increase his chakra capacity.
The battle between the families continued day and night. Every day, many corpses of people they knew were pulled back from the battlefield.
The sound of crying and mourning could not be heard.
Uchiha had not returned home since the start of the battle. He was the top fighting force of the clan, and he needed to deal with the elite Jounin of the Feather Coat Clan. Originally, Uchiha Tajima was in his prime and should not have let an old man go out. However, as the clan leader, he could not easily leave the clan to fight.
He was the core of the clan and needed to take charge of the overall situation and deal with the matters of the entire clan.
In addition to Uchiha's strong request to fight, this task fell on his head.
"Three elite Jounin. If it's Uncle You, it shouldn't be a problem.”Uchiha Tajima looked into the distance. Under his three magatama eyes, Uchiha's figure was imprinted in his pupils.
Speaking of elite Jounin, it had to be said that there were four levels of ninjas in Sengoku: Lower Ninja, Middle Ninja, Upper Ninja, Elite Upper Ninja.
There was nothing wrong with a lower ninja and a middle ninja, but a upper ninja and an elite upper ninja were not so accurate.
Some Jounins were weaker, even similar to Chuunins. Some Jounins were stronger and could kill normal Elite Jounins without any problem.
As for the stronger elite Jounin, it was ridiculous, especially the leaders of the various Ninja clans. Although they were called elite Jounin, their strength had already surpassed that level and reached a new height.
With their strength, even if they were to face three normal Elite Jounin, they could still kill them.
If it was the later generations, they would have a unified name for these people: Shadow level.
However, it was still the Warring States Period, so the division was not so reasonable and detailed, resulting in such a situation.
It was obvious that Uchiha was one of the strongest elites among the elite Jounin. If he was younger, he would be invincible.
The battle lasted for many days. Uchiha Tashima did not expect that Uchiha Yu would not be able to finish off the three elite Jounin. Instead, they were in a stalemate.
A ninja reported the situation to him, and his expression was a little solemn.
"I didn't expect it to be the third elder of the Feather Coat Clan, the second elder of the Qiu Dao Clan, and the fourth elder of the Oil Girl Clan.”Uchiha Tajima looked outside the encampment, his eyes filled with killing intent.
The weakest of the elders of each clan was at least an elite jounin. The elders of these three big clans were all in the middle of the elite jounin level. The Feather Coat Clan's elders were even above average. No wonder they could compete with Uchiha. Entanglement.
"But since you're here, don't think about leaving.”
"Go, give the order. There was no need to kill the other party. He had to wait for the Second Elder's reinforcements. This time, he had to make all the other party stay.”
"Yes, sir!"
……
Three days had passed, and Ling felt that she had been reborn.
Although he still looked thin and weak, his understanding of combat had far exceeded his original self.
He realized that every time he watched the battle, he could learn some of the ninja's combat methods. Watching the battle was like injecting data into his brain, allowing him to quickly absorb and understand.
He could only attribute this ability to his own uniqueness.
Somehow, Ling finally knew his cheat.
As the saying went, all transmigrators had golden fingers, and he was no exception.
In the room, he sat cross-legged on the floor quietly. With a thought, he chanted,"Enter!"
In the blink of an eye, he arrived at a familiar environment.
He held a short knife in his hand and stood on an empty space. Opposite him was a big fat man wearing a boxing glove with sharp spikes on his fist.
Apart from the fact that Ling's body was still his, everything else had changed.
He held a short knife in his hand and was on the battlefield.
This was the scene of Joe Uchiha's battle before his death.
This was his ability, a magical ability that resided in his eyes.
It didn't belong to the Shura Eye, but existed.
He called it a battle replay.
Just like chess, he could save the battles he had experienced, watched, and valued, and reenact the scene when he wanted to enter.
And he would also become the defeated party and fight again.
The number of battles he could save would increase as his strength increased. Right now, he could only save one battle scene.
Unless he conquered this battle, he would not be able to save a new battle.
"Die!"
The enemy smiled malevolently and waved his fists like a crazy demon.
His burly body was like a walking mountain peak. Even before he came into contact with it, it was already terrifying and his aura was overwhelming.
"Go!"
Ling said in a low voice. With a short knife in hand, he leaped forward and attacked in two or three steps.
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