Chapter 1692 - 1693: Power
The Ghost Swordsman was definitely a trump card in Miyamoto Taro's hand.
While all the Sang Country warriors were fanatically worshiping Jingtian Chuyi and Jing Kongzhao, only Miyamoto Taro knew.
The Ghost Swordsman's martial arts accomplishment was definitely not inferior to Jingtian Chuyi.
When it came to the art and technique of killing, Jingtian Chuyi might not even surpass him.
Miyamoto Taro always believed that if you put Jing Kongzhao, Jingtian Chuyi, and the Ghost Swordsman in the same room for a deadly fight.
Then the one who would walk out alive would definitely be the Ghost Swordsman.
Simply put, this person was not a person at all.
He possessed the mindset of a jackal, powerful and ruthless killing methods, and the determination to take the enemy down even at the cost of his life.
Such a person was absolutely the most terrifying hunter in this world.
But what appeared on the screen just now left Miyamoto Taro as if struck by thunder, utterly shocked.
The Ghost Swordsman never received his orders, this arrogant guy definitely wanted to solve his enemies alone with his sword.
But his arrogance cost him his life.
On the big screen, the Ghost Swordsman curled up on the ground like a dog with a broken spine.
His head tilted back, and the blood rapidly gushing from his mouth made it difficult for him to breathe.
This forced him to tilt his head back even more, as if that would let him catch another breath.
Miyamoto Taro took one look at the Ghost Swordsman and his heart went cold.
The current Ghost Swordsman couldn't be called a person anymore.
He was like a sieve full of bloody holes, his eyes bulging like a dead fish.
His skin was as pale as porcelain, a sign of severe blood loss.
Tears suddenly flowed from Miyamoto Taro's eyes.
The Ghost Swordsman had followed him for ten years.
During these ten years, Miyamoto Taro didn't know how many assassination attempts there were—all silently dealt with by the Ghost Swordsman.
With the Ghost Swordsman by his side, Miyamoto Taro's position within the Eight Gates Ninja was as stable as Mount Tai, unshakable.
At the same time, the Ghost Swordsman also obtained the resources he needed, his martial arts realm improving, his killing skills growing ever sharper.
Miyamoto Taro even believed that given another 3-5 years, the Ghost Swordsman would surely challenge the Sang Country's top Martial God, Jing Kongzhao.
Perhaps five years later, the new Sang Country Martial God would be the Ghost Swordsman.
But now, it's too late to say anything.
The dead have no future, and a martial arts genius turned to dust is all he can become.
After sadness, Miyamoto Taro's heart quickly filled with immense anger.
This 10-person squad actually took down the sentry station soldiers right under his nose.
After disguising themselves, they killed the Head of the Herudan Family, and now they've slain the Ghost Swordsman who came to the rescue.
These devils!
While Miyamoto Taro focused on the Ghost Swordsman.
The heads of the War God Alliance turned their attention to the juniors of the Herudan clan fiercely battling against the enemies behind the Ghost Swordsman.
To be fair, the juniors of the Herudan Family were very quick, timely, and effective in their responses.
Their resistance was incredibly tenacious.
However, their luck was terrible; they encountered a group of enemies so strong it was shocking.
This bunch demonstrated such strong individual combat skills.
This left all the War God family heads dumbfounded, looking at each other in astonishment.
Every bullet they fired seemed guided, directed at vital spots of the soldiers.
Even a half-exposed head risked getting blown apart.
At the same time, they moved slickly like eels.
Whether attacking or retreating, they displayed extraordinary cleverness and agility.
A moment prior, they would gather for an attack, only to scatter instantly the next.
Clearly retreating, yet the following moment, they charged with fearless bravery.
Such ever-changing tactics were dizzying, mesmerizing.
The Herudan Family juniors had undergone formal military training, fearlessly facing death.
Just as they gritted their teeth, harboring thoughts of perishing together, initiating a charge at the enemy.
That bunch would scream like a cat having its tail stepped on, slipping away even faster than a hare.
Yet, once they confirmed safety, when they turned to shoot, they struck like a viper, biting deep into the bone.
Many brave family juniors died baffled in their hands.
On the big screen, no one found a trace of the Head of the Herudan Family, but no one mentioned it.
Everyone knew very well that at such a moment, the absence of the Head of the Herudan Family.
Meant that the esteemed samurai had already met his end.
After all, the Head of the Herudan Family was the first target for the enemy.
Everyone watched as one after another, the juniors of the Herudan Family kept falling into pools of blood under enemy fire.
Every heart was trembling.
These enemies, though few in number.
Their explosive fighting strength, along with an unbeatable aura, robbed everyone of the courage to resist.
At this moment, 30 juniors of the Herudan Family were mostly dead or injured, leaving only a dozen or so.
These remaining juniors of the Herudan Family closed ranks, forming a triangular "pin" formation.
While resisting the enemy's charge, they retreated into the dense forest.
Miyamoto Taro couldn't help but praise these members of the War God Family.
They were indeed different from the mercenaries recruited by the Eight Gates Ninja.
These family juniors retreated steadily, without panic, maintaining their formation.
They demonstrated precise organizational awareness and seamless teamwork on the battlefield.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Big Beard who killed the Ghost Swordsman took action.
He hefted a Barrett heavy sniper, barely aiming, and fired three shots.
Bullets seemed directed, taking down the three rearmost soldiers in a burst of blood.
Miyamoto Taro's eyes nearly popped out.
He never imagined this guy was not only a martial arts master but also a sniper.
Judging by his aura and technique, he was even scarier than any sniper, his movements fluid, each bullet chasing souls and claiming lives.
In this light, even if the Ghost Swordsman escaped his grasp, he couldn't escape his bullet, and truly died without the slightest injustice.
Yang Fei shot once, taking down three Herudan Family elite juniors.
Other Evil Dragon Soldier Kings were not to be outdone, charging brutally at the Head of the Herudan Family's juniors like hunting hounds.
Truly bullying the few with many, and the weak with strength!
A round of bullets rained down, and under everyone's shocked gaze, another few Herudan Family juniors left behind five or six more corpses.
Only five or six soldiers managed to flee under the desperate cover of their comrades, their formation already collapsing.
Yang Fei waved his hand, and the Evil Dragon's group of rogue Warrior Kings pursued.
This bunch never missed any chance to bully those already down.
For these Herudan Family elite disciples, escaping with their lives was a thousand times more difficult.
In the Eight Gates Ninja Headquarters, the conference hall fell silent.
Everyone stared blankly at the sentry station gradually returning to calm.
From deep within the jungle came the soldiers' screams and sporadic gunfire.
Miyamoto Taro slowly squatted down.
His hands grabbed his hair, his lips trembling violently as he muttered curses.
"Those sons of bitches, I will never rest until we are at odds."
Kimura Kougen looked bitterly at the big screen, suddenly remembering something.
He muttered, "The first echelon has been soundly defeated, the second echelon, Asou family juniors, should have arrived, right?"
The fourth update is still being frantically written.