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Hattori Hisazo's eyes widened, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

He looked at the legendary sword in his hand, forged by a master swordsmith from Japan, and saw it emit a metallic clang as Fang Cheng gently twirled it between two fingers.

The tough blade, forged from otherworldly black iron, was twisted into a spiral pattern.

Immediately following was a crisp "crack" sound, and the samurai sword snapped in half from the very center.

The flying blade fragments grazed his cheek, leaving several thin, bloody scratches on his skin, from which warm beads of blood instantly seeped out.

The immense shock gripped Hattori Hisazo's heart, freezing him in place for a full 0.1 seconds.

This sword had accompanied him in battle for over a decade, cutting through countless divine weapons, yet today it was destroyed by two human fingers as easily as kneading dough!
Reason prevailed over fear, and he decisively released the knife handle, pushed off the ground with both feet, and tried to break free and retreat.

"Want to go?"

Fang Cheng's gaze was intense, his eyes instantly piercing through the thick smoke and locking onto the clone in front of him who was about to merge into the shadows.

His right hand suddenly shot out, fingers spread wide, moving so fast that it left a series of afterimages in the air.

Snapped!
Fang Cheng grabbed the "clone" by the neck with his large hand and lifted him into the air like a scallion.

Hattori Hisazo, his face filled with astonishment, kicked his legs wildly in mid-air and clung tightly to Fang Cheng's arm with both hands, but he couldn't budge him an inch.

It was only at this moment that Hattori Kyuzo realized what was going on.

Fang Cheng stood still and took the beating, deliberately revealing an opening, waiting for the moment when Fang Cheng would use the smoke as cover and try to escape in his true form!
"Uh……"

Hattori Hisazo, whose neck was being choked, struggled to breathe and quickly formed a single-hand seal.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The body Fang Cheng was carrying instantly turned into a wisp of white smoke, disappearing without a trace along with the three clones around him.

Immediately afterwards, there was a snap.

A broken piece of dead wood slipped from Fang Cheng's fingertips and fell to the ground.

"A substitution technique? Interesting."

Fang Cheng paused slightly, clapped his hands, and his gaze suddenly swept across the ruins of the hall.

A faint sound came from the ventilation duct opening at the top of the hall.

Hattori Hisazo lay sprawled on the twelve-meter-high load-bearing beam, panting heavily.

At this moment, he had lost the samurai sword he relied on for a living, and there were still several bruised finger marks on his neck.

“Xia people, I admit that you are very strong, and you have even cultivated hard qigong to the legendary level.”

Hattori Hisazo looked down at Fang Cheng, forcing himself to remain calm as he spoke:
"But my Iga ninjutsu is not bad either. A martial artist like you who relies solely on physical strength is at a natural disadvantage when facing superhumans."
"Now that I'm on guard, you'll probably have a hard time even touching the hem of my clothes."

Fang Cheng looked up at Hattori Kyuzo, who was hiding on the beam like a monkey, and smirked:
"Really? I hope you'll still be in the mood to say that later."

"Hmph, then let's see who has the last laugh and who can prove themselves the best."

Hattori Hisazo snorted coldly and said no more.

He clamped his legs around the beam, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, the afterimages weaving into a lotus flower shape in front of his chest.

"Secret Technique: Domain Deployment - Thousand Blade Crimson Lotus Hell!"

As the last hand seal was completed, the air around the hall suddenly emitted a high-frequency trembling sound.

Visible sound waves, like ripples on water, spread outwards from Hattori Kyuzo in all directions.

Clang, clang—

The few short knives scattered on the ground suddenly trembled violently, as if they had lost gravity, and gradually floated upwards.

"What's going on? My dagger flew up by itself?!"

A patrolman on the perimeter exclaimed in surprise.

The steel dagger hanging at his waist seemed to have a life of its own, forcefully ripping off the buckle of its leather sheath and flying into the air with a "whoosh".

Not only him, but all the cold weapons carried by the True Thought Society members present, whether daggers, short knives, or the brass knuckles that Zhao Lei dropped on the ground, all seemed to be summoned by some kind of strong magnetic field.

Hundreds of metal weapons soared into the air, converging in mid-air to form a long river of steel, swirling and dancing.

Clang, clang—

The clanging of metal against metal blended together, sounding like the roar of a thousand horses, deafeningly loud.

The members of the True Sense Society looked shocked and quickly retreated, seeking cover.

The domain skills used by S-class ability users have transcended the scope of conventional martial arts; they represent the forceful manipulation of certain material rules.

"go to hell!"

Hattori Hisazo suddenly swung his arms downwards.

The steel river hovering in mid-air instantly changed direction, transforming into an impenetrable metal storm that poured down on Fang Cheng.

Each blade carries wind pressure capable of cutting through steel; its power is so great that it could shred a main battle tank into a pile of scrap metal.

Faced with this devastating metal storm, Fang Cheng not only did not dodge, but instead strode forward and walked towards it.

Ding ding dong dong—

A barrage of weapons rained down on Fang Cheng.

Golden true energy swirled violently across Fang Cheng's body, emitting a resounding hum.

Those weapons, powerful enough to cut through gold and jade, were repelled and shattered the moment they touched Fang Cheng's body by his protective aura.

Fang Cheng walked steadily, as if strolling leisurely through this terrifying metal storm.

Despite the raging air currents and flashing swords around him, he didn't even flinch.

Occasionally, a few heavy longswords would try to stab his eyes, but he would casually deflect them and smash them into twisted scrap metal.

On the crossbeam, Hattori Hisazo's face had turned as pale as paper.

Using one's domain inflicts extreme depletion of one's vital energy and mental strength.

He desperately squeezed every last bit of energy from his body, trying to control the weapon to cut through Fang Cheng's defenses.

Even a tiny cut is fine.

But all of this was in vain.

As Fang Cheng walked step by step towards the center of the hall, the short swords and daggers that had been whistling and swirling around lost their sharpness and completely lost their spirit amidst the continuous collisions and shocks.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

One weapon after another broke and fell, all of which were trampled under Fang Cheng's feet, turning into piles of iron lumps.

Clang—

When the last dagger fell to the ground with a crisp echo.

Hattori Hisazo's defenses were completely shattered.

Seeing that things were hopeless, he did not choose to grit his teeth and continue to fight to the bitter end.

The old saying from the Xia Kingdom flashed through my mind instantly:

Those who understand the times are wise! As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.

He gritted his teeth and clasped his hands together, quickly forming a hand seal.

boom!
His body exploded into a thick cloud of white smoke once again.

Using the smoke as cover, Hattori Kyuzo's figure instantly transformed into four shadow clones.

The four figures darted out of the door and sped off in four different directions, attempting to scatter the pursuers and find a way to escape.

As for his cousin, Yugoro Momochi, who was lying on the ground with a broken arm, he didn't even glance at him.

"Stop him!"

"We must fight until we reach headquarters. We've injured so many brothers; we can't let him get away!"

Upon seeing this, the Truth Society cadres behind the bunker immediately shouted anxiously.

Everyone rushed out from behind their cover and split up to chase after the scattered clones.

boom! boom! boom!
Several patrolmen raised their guns and fired continuously at the doors and windows. The shotgun shattered the remaining glass, but it couldn't hit the extremely agile shadow clones at all.

Seeing this, Chen Jiandong and Zhao Lei also used their movement skills to chase after the two clones in the direction they were fleeing, attempting to intercept them.

Fang Cheng stood still, not in a hurry to chase after them.

He bent down slightly and picked up a broken dagger, its edge dulled, from the pile of scrap metal at his feet.

Apply pressure with your fingers and gently pinch.

With a few crisp "crack" sounds, the already cracked broken knife was directly crushed into four evenly sized rhomboid iron pieces.

Then, Fang Cheng straightened up and turned his palm over.

A dazzling golden aura surged from his fingertips, firmly enveloping the four iron pieces.

In an instant, a layer of intense red light shone from the surface of the iron sheet.

Fang Cheng raised his head, his gaze locking onto a figure outside the hall, and his wrist suddenly twitched.

call out--

The four metal pieces were released simultaneously, leaving four long white trails of air as they flew towards their target.

Its initial speed broke the sound barrier, reaching an astonishing speed of dozens of times the speed of sound.

Outside the hall.

Hattori Kyuzo used his three clones to confuse the enemy while he himself fled frantically along the road leading down the mountain.

He used the "Shrinking Earth" footwork of the Iga school, his figure flashing rapidly under the shadows of the trees, each leap covering a distance of more than ten meters.

At this moment, his heart was filled with fear and regret.

The original plan was flawless.

He learned that Su Jing'an, the pillar of the True Thought Society, had been missing for many years, and the headquarters was leaderless, with only an old and decrepit vice president, Zheng Hongxin, left to hold things together.

Seeing their enemy weakened to such an extent is a golden opportunity that should not be missed.

Hattori Hisazo then led his cousin Momochi Yugoro on a solitary expedition deep into Eian Island to seek revenge.

Having recently been promoted to S-rank, he was full of confidence and high spirits.

He thought it would be a one-sided crushing victory, like cutting melons and vegetables, where he would intimidate the crowd with his extraordinary ninjutsu and take over the entire True Thought Society's power.

Unexpectedly, they ran into Fang Cheng, this unreasonable monster!

He used every trick in the book, employing all his hidden ninjutsu, but he couldn't even scratch his opponent.

"Just who is this Xia Kingdom person?"

"That kind of pure physical dominance... could he, like Su Jing'an back then, be a super S-class monster who transcends conventional concepts?"

Hattori Hisazo gritted his teeth, inwardly roaring.

His only thought now is to escape this island, return alive to the Ninja Village in Japan, and awaken the madman in the forbidden area.

Perhaps only that madman who transformed himself into a half-human, half-demon in pursuit of power is the one who truly wants to be a match for this mysterious powerhouse.

As for his cousin who was left in the hall, he could only apologize in his heart.

"Yugoro, I'll avenge you when I return next time!"

The thought raced through my mind.

Just as he reached an annex building in front of the main building, Hattori Hisazo's ears caught a sharp whooshing sound coming from behind him.

He turned around abruptly, his pupils suddenly contracting.

In his line of sight, four streaks of light, trailing white waves of energy, were shooting toward his location at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

"What is this thing?!"

Hattori Hisazo was terrified and stomped his feet on the ground, pushing his "shrinking earth" technique to its limit.

His body twisted at an incredible angle in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the streak of light.

boom!
The iron sheet, enveloped in protective energy, grazed his shoulder and blasted a fist-sized hole through the thick concrete wall.

However, before he could even catch his breath, three more streaks of light followed one after another, arriving in front of him almost at the same time.

The three iron pieces drew three sharp arcs in mid-air, completely blocking all his space to dodge.

puff!puff!puff!
The dull sounds of flesh tearing rang out one after another.

Three metal fragments, traveling at speeds dozens of times faster than sound, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, pierced through Hattori Kyuzo's knees and left chest, respectively.

The immense impact sent him flying, slamming him against the wall.

Boom!

The brick wall couldn't withstand such a terrible impact and collapsed on the spot, with more than half of it crumbling.

Broken bricks and stones crashed down, kicking up clouds of dust.

"cough……"

Amidst the ruins, Hattori Hisazo coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

He looked down at the three gaping, bloody holes in his body, especially the fatal wound on his left chest that had completely shattered his heart, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his lungs were leaking air, and he could only make a hissing sound.

Then, his head lolled to the side, and with a heart full of resentment, he utterly succumbed to his injuries.

The body slid down the wall, leaving a gruesome trail of blood on the ground.

At the same time, the other three clones, which had lost the support of their main body's chakra and were being chased by the True Thought Society, also turned into white smoke with a "bang" and completely dissipated into the air.

A moment later.

Chen Jiandong, Zhao Lei, and several armed patrolmen who had chased after them out of the hall arrived late.

When they saw Hattori Kyuzo lying in a pool of blood, his death extremely gruesome, they all stopped in their tracks and gasped.

Two top experts were thus rendered useless, one crippled and the other dead.

The person who dealt with them hasn't even stepped out of the hall yet.

The hall was in a mess.

Zheng Hongxin leaned on his crutches, looking at the hall that had been reduced to ruins.

He was in a daze, as if frozen in place.

"Vice President? Are you alright?"

Wu Yingshan walked forward in her high heels and called out softly.

Feng Kehai also suppressed his shock and stood silently to the side.

Hearing the call, Zheng Hongxin snapped back to reality and waved his hands repeatedly:

"Oh, oh... I'm fine."

Then, accompanied by the two men, he slowly walked up to Fang Cheng.

The old man gripped his cane tightly with both hands, his lips trembling for a long time, but he was too excited to say a word.

It should be noted that these two Japanese masters who came to seek revenge were not some unknown or insignificant figures.

They are genuine Jonin of the Iga school, skilled in assassination and sabotage, and at the very least possess A+ level combat ability.

Especially Hattori Kyuzo, who can unleash "Thousand Blade Crimson Lotus Hell," has mastered domain abilities and is definitely a top-tier S-class powerhouse.

It's not much less impressive than it was in its prime.

If Fang Cheng hadn't happened to be here today, the real meeting would probably have been in grave danger, and a bloody battle would have been inevitable.

Thinking about how many guild members might lose their lives, and even how he, an old man, might perish here.

Zheng Hongxin felt a wave of fear wash over him, but at the same time, he was extremely relieved. (End of Chapter)