Chapter 1682 - 1683: Head-On Strike
Therefore, the various magical ninjutsu of Fujino Jonin.
In Yang Fei's view, it's like exposing the tricks behind magic, utterly worthless.
If he didn't use ninjutsu, it wouldn't matter, the moment he does, Yang Fei intercepts him head-on, delivering a fierce blow.
This is practically Fujino Jonin's nightmare.
At this moment, his internal organs are severely injured, Dan Dan shattered, the will to resist weakened to the extreme.
Looking at the lazy Yang Fei, Fujino Jonin involuntarily retreats.
To Fujino Jonin, those dozen Dragon Claw Hands have completely crushed his Martial Will.
In the hall of the Eight Gates Ninja Headquarters, Miyamoto Taro was stunned.
He watched on the big screen as that Big Beard stepped toward Fujino Jonin.
He couldn't help but grit his teeth, "Outrageous!"
He grabbed the earpiece and issued orders to Fujino Jonin.
"Retreat, we will capture him sooner or later, and you can deal with him then."
From the earpiece came Fujino Jonin's resigned laughter.
"Can I still escape? I've already tried to break through four times and each time he stopped me."
"The escape techniques of ninjas are useless against him."
At this point, Fujino Jonin took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, President, I have shamed the country."
"I've dishonored the title of ninja, yet I can't let him humiliate me, I want to risk everything in a fight with him."
Miyamoto Taro's heart twitched suddenly.
An Upper Ninja, could he really fall here?
Even if he manages to kill this cursed Big Beard, he won't escape the bullets of those people.
"My order is for you to retreat immediately, don't do anything foolish."
Miyamoto Taro shouted but heard a crunching sound from the other side, then silence.
Miyamoto Taro was stupefied; that crunching was Fujino Jonin's call to charge against a formidable enemy.
On the screen, Fujino Jonin's figure transformed into a blur as he rushed toward the enemy.
In an instant, Fujino Jonin's form resembled a cold raven, drawing countless bizarre attack trajectories around Big Beard.
However, no matter how fast he was or how tricky his angles.
Each time he and Big Beard crossed paths, Miyamoto Taro could always see Fujino Jonin's body spurting out blossoms of blood.
Not far away, Big Beard's companions had already cleared out all the ninjas.
Corpses lay scattered, and a group of lazy fellows, arms folded, murmured and laughed quietly in the distance.
In the hall, everyone stared blankly at the screen showing the two engaging in combat.
Fujino Jonin's assaults were like a fast wind, like lightning, also resembling a raging fire.
Every strike he made exhausted his entire energy, dangerously powerful.
Yet that cursed Big Beard lazily stood firm.
When Fujino Jonin's attack was about to wound him, only then would he dodge at the last moment.
Then, accurately leaving a bloody wound on Fujino Jonin's body.
Within minutes, Fujino Jonin's wounds became dense, turning him into a figure drenched in blood.
His attacks noticeably slowed, but he persistently maintained this hopeless charge.
In the hall, everyone's nose tingled, they lowered their heads, unable to bear watching any longer.
With every charge, Yang Fei would leave a tragic wound on him.
The Evil Dragon Experts initially watched all this mockingly.
Yet now, everyone's expressions changed to a hint of respect.
No matter one's stance, a warrior fighting relentlessly to death always earns respect.
Sizzle!
Yang Fei's Triangular Military Spike pierced deeply into his heart, coming through his back.
Fujino Jonin feebly raised his head, blood pouring from his mouth and nose.
This was his fourth desperate charge against the God of Slaughter, and finally, he was freed.
Yang Fei looked at his twisted features.
"I salute you as a real man, I won't taunt you anymore, go in peace."
Fujino Jonin's throat gurgled, blood surged from his mouth.
In the end, he struggled to utter one sentence: "Thank... thank you..."
His body suddenly emitted black smoke, a nauseating stench, clearly containing deadly poison.
Yang Fei frowned, covered his nose, and kicked him in the chest.
Fujino Jonin's corpse, akin to half a bundle of hay, flew away.
In mid-air, his clothes and body were consumed by bluish-green flames, forming a fiery mass that burned fiercely upon landing.
Yang Fei covered his nose, moved to the upwind side, and sighed long.
The spirit of the Martial Arts from Sang Country, though deranged, commands admiration.
Behind him, the Evil Dragon Soldier King formed a semicircle around Yang Fei.
Everyone watched Yang Fei silently, Yang Fei waved his hand, "Let's go."
Forty kilometers remain to Li Wang Town, with unknown checkpoints along the way.
The group turned and vanished into the darkness, leaving behind a mess of corpses and the gradually dying bluish-green flame.
Miyamoto Taro watched the enemy turn away and disappear into the darkness, gnashing his teeth.
This was the first confrontation between the Eight Gates Ninja and this mysterious enemy group.
Miyamoto Taro himself hadn't anticipated such a devastating defeat.
Behind Miyamoto Taro, all the War God Family Heads also watched the darkened big screen with pale expressions.
At some point, the shadow of a specter appeared in the meeting hall.
The smile line at the corner of his mouth seemed embedded, looking very stiff.
The most notable thing wasn't him, but rather the longsword on his back.
This was an extremely rare double-handed sword.
The hilt was long enough for a firm two-hand grip, the blade wide and thick, emanating a faint chill.
Ghost Swordsman!
The Ghost Swordsman is the top warrior of the Eight Gates Ninja, his identity is Miyamoto Clan Head's Chief Bodyguard, possessing immeasurable Martial Arts Realm.
The Ghost Swordsman does not practice ninjutsu, his life dedicated to one single pursuit.
Training the sword!
The Ghost Swordsman's lips were sharp and round, resembling the sharp snout of a jackal.
The fangs at the corners of his lips made him appear fierce and merciless.
The Ghost Swordsman's gaze didn't fall upon Miyamoto Taro but at the large LCD screen deeply.
On screen, the whole Shitan Village fell into a deathly silence once more.
Through the monitor's built-in infrared photography, you could faintly see bodies strewn across the ground, dismembered limbs everywhere.
Within the Ghost Swordsman's eyes, there was no anger or sorrow, instead showing a bloodthirsty excitement.
Miyamoto Taro didn't look at the Ghost Swordsman.
He knew the enemy's strength had piqued the Ghost Swordsman's interest.
But the Ghost Swordsman is his strongest support, he mustn't deploy him until the final moment.
The War God Alliance's Eight Great Families, except for Kimura Family Head, were all whispering among themselves.
Through constant negotiations and exchange of benefits, a crew-cut elderly man with graying temples slowly stood up.
"Miyamoto Clan Head, according to your plan, where will the next round of interception occur?"
Miyamoto Taro looked up; it was the Family Head of the Herudan Family, part of the War God Alliance.
The Herudan Family had a mighty presence, populated by experts, with martial prowess undoubtedly matching Kimura Family Head.
Miyamoto Taro glared ahead, fists tightly clenched.
"Next stop, Ten Mile Shop!"
Speaking here, his tired demeanor suddenly found some vigor.
"At Ten Mile Shop Long Bridge, I've set up a heavy ambush. We must annihilate them there."
Saying this, Miyamoto Taro took a deep breath.
"Meanwhile, the attack on Li Wang Town can commence."
"I want to see if they can truly save Li Wang Town's fate?"