Chapter 1679 - 1680: Upper Ninja
The Kimura Family Head felt a strong sense of unease rising in his heart.
Was the enemy showing weakness simply because they were weak?
What if they were actually baiting them into a trap?
Thinking about this, Kimura Kougen's heart pounded even harder.
However, Kimura Kougen couldn't express this out loud.
The Kimura clan had suffered heavy losses in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament.
This resulted in Kimura Kougen losing his voice at such high-level gatherings.
Miyamoto Taro noticed the expression on Kimura Kougen's face and was momentarily stunned.
"Kimura, is there something you want to say? Feel free to speak your mind."
Kimura Kougen gave a bitter smile.
"I'm just worried that if they're deliberately retreating to set up an ambush, what do we do then?"
"Ambush? A pocket strategy?"
Miyamoto Taro was stunned, looking into Kimura Kougen's deep eyes, suddenly feeling chilled to the bone.
Fear, like a tide, swept over his back, chilling him.
Miyamoto Taro stood up abruptly and expanded the screen with the remote.
Under the night sky, although unclear, the trajectory of the enemy's flight was vaguely visible.
While fleeing, the enemy was flanking both sides of the pursuing soldiers rapidly.
The trajectory of their encirclement indeed resembled a wide-open pocket.
Cold sweat beaded on Miyamoto Taro's forehead, trickling down.
He grabbed the earpiece on his collar and shouted hoarsely.
"Retreat quickly, it's a trap!"
Boom!
Simultaneously, an explosion sound blared from the large screen.
Countless dark objects, resembling sparrows, were hurled out of the darkness.
Those objects smashed into the pursuing soldiers, then exploded violently,
Grenades!
"Damn, damn it!"
Miyamoto Taro nearly shattered his teeth in anger.
The explosions on the screen echoed one after another.
The Eight Gates Ninja soldiers, who had been pursuing at high speed, were blown apart, screaming continuously.
One soldier had his legs blown off, his body engulfed in flames.
Clutching himself, he rolled on the ground, wailing in agony, his screams piercing.
And this was just the beginning of the ambush.
The next second, the sound of numerous automatic rifles and submachine guns rang out continuously.
The Eight Gates Ninja soldiers, just assaulted by the explosion, were shot one after another, falling like autumn wheat being harvested.
Not far away, two snipers were pale with fright, retreating repeatedly.
By luck, they hadn't been targeted by the grenades.
Yet, seeing their comrades being assaulted and corpses strewn everywhere shook the two snipers to their core.
Bang!
At this moment, a high-speed bullet shot out of the darkness, penetrating one sniper's forehead.
The bullet's immense force sheared off the sniper's skull cap, turning his head into a smashed watermelon.
His body was flung backward by the immense force, landing three to four meters away.
The remaining sniper, soul-shattered, turned and ran.
Having lost his will to fight, he even discarded his sniper rifle, scurrying on the ground like a marmot.
Bang!
Another sniper bullet hit his back squarely, the bullet tearing through his heart, mangling it instantly.
His body, like a fallen autumn leaf, floated forward seven or eight meters.
With a thud, he fell to the ground, clearly beyond saving.
At the nine o'clock position, Mad Blade blew the blue smoke from the Barrett Heavy Sniper Rifle's muzzle and snorted.
"You little devils are no match for me in spear technique."
With the two snipers dead, the remaining soldiers were even less able to hold.
A group of Evil Dragon Soldier Kings, like a dozen ferocious tigers, pierced through and slaughtered these soldiers one by one.
In an instant, this squad of ninja soldiers lay dead, bodies riddled with bullets.
In front of the large screen, Miyamoto Taro stared slack-jawed.
The second line of defense, which he had high hopes for, had crumbled just like that.
Miyamoto Taro's teeth ground together, and he suddenly shouted madly into his earpiece.
"Fujino Jonin, this battle will be your first step to fame. The enemy we're facing is incredibly formidable."
"If you succeed, I'll increase the mission's commission tenfold or more."
Generous rewards bring out brave men.
After saying this, Miyamoto Taro heard a calm voice from the other side.
"Don't worry, Chairman, leave this matter to us."
Miyamoto Taro bowed deeply.
"This task is in your hands; it needs Fujino Jonin's personal intervention."
At Shitan Village, the Evil Dragon experts took less than two minutes to kill a small 20-man team and two snipers.
No one escaped, no one surrendered.
At this moment, Yang Fei suddenly felt a deep killing intent.
Inside him, the Turtle Extreme spun rapidly, warning Yang Fei to leave this dangerous place quickly.
Yang Fei shuddered involuntarily.
This feeling had only occurred when facing Jing Kongzhao and Jingtian Chuyi.
It's the natural reaction of a creature to unknown danger.
Also, the foreseeing function that emerged after achieving Turtle Extreme Great Achievements.
Yang Fei waved his hand, lowering his voice.
"We need to leave quickly."
With that, he dashed toward the village tail.
The others followed Yang Fei without any hesitation.
The group moved like a straight longsword, heading directly for the rear village entrance.
Just as Yang Fei predicted, the Evil Dragon experts reached the rear village entrance, only to see ghostly figures emerging in the thin mist.
Their forms were elusive, shrouded in mist like life-less ghosts.
They wore black metal masks, revealing only a pair of numb, indifferent eyes, like predator eyes.
This squad divided into two rows, their longswords like snow, pointed at the ground, swift as a whirlwind.
In an instant, they closed to within less than 300 meters of Yang Fei and the others.
One of the ninjas had gleaming eyes, the longsword like snow.
A bone-chilling killing intent, entwined with profound Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, swirled around him.
Before he even reached Yang Fei, Yang Fei already shivered.
Inside him, the Turtle Extreme roared, urging Yang Fei to stay away from this person.
Yang Fei knew this guy was exceptional.
Even though he had the True Martial Body, this guy easily affected his Martial Will.
His martial arts cultivation was undoubtedly as high as his own.
What was most terrifying was that for a ninja, martial arts were just the basics.
The higher their martial abilities, the more profound their ninjutsu.
This guy might be the legendary Upper Ninja.
An Upper Ninja is the highest realm of Sang Country's ninjutsu.
Even in all of Sang Country, such a prominent figure was rare.
Yang Fei never expected to encounter an Upper Ninja here.
Behind this powerful Upper Ninja, countless ninjas, like phantoms, also lunged at Yang Fei and his group.