Chapter 1677 - 1678: The Battle Has Only Just Begun
Within the War God Alliance Family, Kimura Kougen, the head of the Kimura Clan, let out a deep sigh.
He lowered his head but didn't say a word.
Beside him, an elder with a wide mouth and a massive lion-like nose.
The elder immediately noticed Kimura Family Head's expression, slightly surprised.
"Kimura Family Head, what's wrong? Could it be that you disagree with Chairman's plan?
Kimura Kougen shook his head, somewhat hesitant, but eventually spoke.
"Miyamoto Clan Head's plan is very detailed and precise, which I admire greatly, but he doesn't understand the cunningness of this group of people. I'm afraid...
The Kimura Clan fell to ruin in Big Beard's hands, their Elite Disciples were wiped out completely.
Kimura Kougen suffered greatly, and now the thought of it still haunts him.
Just as Kimura Kougen mentioned this, the crowd cried out in surprise.
"Hey, they've really come, this bunch of guys!"
"Good riddance, let them witness the might of the Eight Gates Ninja."
...
Although knowing full well the screen won't hear the crowd's chatter.
However, everyone speaks cautiously, only daring to whisper quietly below.
On the big screen, in front of Shitan Village, indeed a group of shadows appears.
The group of shadows paused slightly.
The leading figure waved, and countless shadows behind swiftly vanished into the darkness, choosing not to enter the village.
The crowd looked at each other in dismay.
This group of guys is so timid, how could they dare to rescue Li Wang Town?
But in the next moment, a blossom of blood splattered in the night sky.
The sniper at the 11 o'clock position turned into a corpse, rolling from the roof of the shanty.
Before the crowd could respond, suddenly figures like Leopards dashed into the bunkers from both sides.
"Not good, danger!"
Kimura Kougen's heart was constantly uneasy.
Watching the attackers' nimble moves, even through the big screen, one could feel the lethal Battle Will.
He couldn't help but shout.
Unfortunately, his shout was too late.
Within less than a minute, the soldiers inside the bunker turned into three or four corpses, tossed out.
The figures like fierce wolves emerged from both bunkers again.
The two attackers gestured towards the dark corner outside the village.
Enemies lurking in the shadows appeared, their figures hunched, moving forward swiftly yet cautiously.
Miyamoto Taro was left dumbfounded, his face turning iron blue.
In his wildest dreams, he didn't expect his bragged first ambush to be countered by the enemy.
Moreover, the enemy finished the battle within less than a minute.
The ambush troops he set were like clay chickens and pottery dogs, utterly ineffective, not even firing a shot.
The crowd's faces turned extremely grim.
Everyone was well aware, it wasn't that the Eight Gates Ninja soldiers lacked combat prowess, but this group was too formidable.
Even slaughtering four pigs couldn't be done within a minute,
And yet they only sent two skilled attackers, resolving all resistance in two bunkers within a minute.
Furthermore, the enemy immediately spotted the sniper hidden on the shanty roof, killing him with a single shot.
In their minds, the image of the bloody blossom bursting from the sniper's head after the bullet struck seemed to linger.
No one mocked Miyamoto Taro; there was no need, nor was there time.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on this group approaching the pre-arranged minefield.
One step, two steps, three steps...
On the screen, the group was getting closer to the minefield.
Despite being significant figures, watching this scene, everyone's hearts were racing.
In the vast hall, there wasn't a sound, only the sound of heavy breathing.
Miyamoto Taro's boasted first checkpoint was easily broken; his face was in disgrace.
He desperately hoped the enemy would enter the minefield to salvage a bit of face.
He watched intently, silently counting the enemy's footsteps.
The leading figure tiptoed forward.
He glanced around continuously, yet never stopped.
Miyamoto Taro couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
Even if they swiftly conquered the first checkpoint, so what?
This minefield can definitely send them to hell.
Even if anyone slips through, the ten-man squad and two snipers can still blow their heads off.
He watched as the leader's foot lifted high, about to tread forward.
Miyamoto Taro's fists clenched involuntarily.
He remembered clearly; as soon as the guy stepped down, the trigger mine would explode instantly.
It would trigger a chain explosion, engulfing the entire site in a violent shockwave, blowing the enemies to smithereens.
But at that moment, the guy halted.
His raised foot suddenly retracted.
Like a startled Yellow Weasel, he retreated two steps, wearing a fearful expression.
The hall filled with disappointed sighs.
Miyamoto Taro's heart sank instantly.
He hadn't expected, in such dark night, the leader would perceive the landmines underground.
What kind of monster is this?
On the screen, the leader waved, more than ten figures surrounded him.
They collectively retreated slowly, moving beyond the safe distance from the explosion.
Bam!
A shot fired from afar, bullets seemed to have eyes, precisely hitting the center of a tree branch.
In the tree branch, a disguised scatter mine exploded immediately.
Boom!
Miyamoto Taro's anticipated chain explosion commenced.
Yet the sly foxes had already retreated beyond the safe distance.
On the big screen, the dazzling white of the explosion forced everyone's eyes shut.
Only Miyamoto Taro stared fiercely at the intense glare of the screen.
His fists clenched in humiliation, teeth biting into his lower lip until they bled.
By now, Miyamoto Taro realized his underestimation of this group.
They were cunning wolves, detecting danger anytime, anywhere.
No one knew how they discovered the mines.
Thick smoke billowed, dust filled the air, the explosion-triggered tornado spread.
The soil of the entire minefield flipped endlessly, flying loose like plowed dozens of times.
Everyone's emotions calmed down, yet Miyamoto Taro's face turned blue, teeth grinding furiously, clearly enraged.
Kimura Mukihara stood, letting out a long sigh.
"No need to be angry, Sect Leader; I suspect our Kimura Clan's downfall relates to that lead guy."
"He's cunning, meticulous, possessing inconceivable Divine Skills, if it's indeed him, today's battle has just begun."