Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Chapter 557 Much Bigger Than Imagined

As he practiced more, Zhang Ling's strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he soon reached the first level of the Black Dragon Art. He felt that his body was full of strength, as if he could smash a mountain with one punch.

One night, Fujiwara Mihui sent someone to invite Zhang Ling to discuss the details of the assassination plan. Zhang Ling happily went, knowing that the fun was about to begin.

Fujiwara Mie's mansion was brightly lit. Zhang Ling walked into the hall and found that in addition to Fujiwara Mie, there were several other people present. These people were all powerful people in Fuso, and were obviously Fujiwara Mie's accomplices.

"Young Master, you're here." Fujiwara Mihui stood up to greet Zhang Ling with a charming smile on her face.

"Your Highness." Zhang Ling nodded slightly, his eyes swept over the people present, and he sneered in his heart. These people probably didn't know that they were about to become pawns.

"Sir, we have already discussed the assassination plan." Fujiwara Mihui said, "Three days later, my brother will hold a ceremony to worship the heavens in the palace, and we will take action on the spot then."

Zhang Ling pretended to be surprised and said, "The Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony? It's heavily guarded. How can we succeed?"

Fujiwara Mihui smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't worry, sir. I have arranged an insider who will open the door for us when the time comes."

Zhang Ling sneered in his heart. It turned out that Fujiwara Mihui had planned this in advance. He pretended to be thoughtful and said, "Since Her Royal Highness has made arrangements, I will cooperate with you to the fullest."

Three days later, the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony was held as scheduled. Zhang Ling followed Fujiwara Mihui and others to the Imperial Palace, waiting for the plan to begin.

However, at this moment, an unexpected situation occurred...

Zhang Ling sneered in his heart. This Fusang princess looked gentle on the surface, but she had such a cruel mind. He pretended to be hesitant and asked, "Who does the princess want to assassinate? I'm new here, I'm afraid I'm not strong enough."

Fujiwara Mihui's eyes flashed with a cunning look, and she opened her red lips and said, "This man is in a high position and has done many evil things. Everyone can kill him. If you can help me, you will be rid of harm to the people, and the people of Fuso will be grateful." She paused and added, "After the matter is accomplished, there will be a generous reward."

Zhang Ling thought to himself that the Princess of Fusang was good at making big promises, but he was worried that he could not find an opportunity to get close to the core power of Fusang, so this was a perfect opportunity. He pretended to be hesitant and said, "This matter is very serious, I need to think about it."

Fujiwara Mie smiled sweetly, her eyes moving: "Please consider it, sir. I will wait for good news."

Zhang Ling stood up to say goodbye, and Fujiwara Mihui personally sent him to the door. Before leaving, she looked at Zhang Ling meaningfully and said, "Sir, I hope that when we meet next time, you have made up your mind."

After returning to Chiyo's residence, Zhang Ling told her what happened. After hearing this, Chiyo said with a worried look on her face: "Ling, this Fusang princess is not a good person at first glance, you must be careful!"

Zhang Ling smiled and ruffled Chiyo's hair, saying, "Don't worry, I know what to do."

In the next few days, Zhang Ling was thinking about Fujiwara Mihui's proposal. He knew that assassinating a powerful person was not an easy task, and if he was not careful, he would be doomed. However, if he succeeded, he would gain huge benefits, and he could even take this opportunity to realize his revenge plan step by step.

That night, Zhang Ling lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. In his mind, Fujiwara Mihui's figure and her meaningful words kept appearing: "I hope that when we meet next time, you have made up your mind."

"Damn it, let's go for it!" Zhang Ling sat up suddenly, a look of determination in his eyes.

The next day, Zhang Ling came to Fujiwara Mihui's residence again.

"Young Master, have you made up your mind?" Fujiwara Mihui asked impatiently as soon as she saw Zhang Ling.

"I agree to your request." Zhang Ling said in a firm tone.

Fujiwara Mie was overjoyed when she heard this, and quickly said, "Great! Young Master is indeed a straightforward person! After the matter is accomplished, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

"Princess, you're welcome. I want to know, who is your target?" Zhang Ling asked straight to the point.

A cold light flashed in Fujiwara Mihui's eyes, and she spoke word by word: "Fuso country, the general, Takeda Shingen!"

Zhang Ling was shocked. He didn't expect that Fujiwara Mihui's target was Takeda Shingen! Takeda Shingen was the famous god of war in Fuso. He was powerful and powerful. It was not easy to assassinate him!

"What's wrong? Are you scared, sir?" Fujiwara Mihui asked with a smile when she saw Zhang Ling remained silent.

"Afraid? What a joke!" Zhang Ling sneered, "I, Zhang Ling, have never known how to write the word afraid! I was just thinking about how to complete this task."

Fujiwara Mihui's eyes flashed with admiration, and she said, "Young Master is indeed courageous! I have already made arrangements. Three days later, Takeda Shingen will go hunting outside the city. At that time, I will arrange for someone to take you to the hunting ground. You only need to find the right time to kill Takeda Shingen."

"Okay, let's do it!" Zhang Ling agreed immediately.

Three days later, Zhang Ling disguised himself and followed the people arranged by Fujiwara Mihui to the hunting ground outside the city.

The hunting ground is located in a dense forest, with trees towering into the clouds, blocking out the sun.

Zhang Ling hid behind a big tree and observed the situation around him.

Not far away, Takeda Shingen was riding a tall horse, slowly moving forward surrounded by a group of samurai.

Zhang Ling held his breath, waiting for the best time to assassinate.

Just then, an accident happened.

A wild boar suddenly rushed out of the woods and ran towards Takeda Shingen.

The warhorse under Takeda Shingen was frightened, neighed, and knocked Takeda Shingen to the ground.

"Protect the general!" Seeing this, the surrounding warriors drew their swords and rushed forward, surrounding the wild boar.

Zhang Ling cried out in his heart, "Oh no!" He knew that his assassination plan might be ruined.

Sure enough, although Takeda Shingen was injured by a wild boar, his life was not in danger.

He roared, drew his sword, and cut the wild boar in half with one blow.

"Damn, this old guy is so lucky!" Zhang Ling cursed inwardly and prepared to retreat.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ears: "Ling, be careful!"

Zhang Ling turned around suddenly and saw a man in black clothes, holding a samurai sword, rushing towards him.

"Ichiro Kuroda!" Zhang Ling recognized the man at a glance.

He never expected that Ichiro Kuroda would appear here!

"Go to hell!" Kuroda Ichiro roared and swung his knife at Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling quickly drew his sword and blocked Kuroda Ichiro's attack.

The two of them fought back and forth, fiercely.

While fighting, Zhang Ling was thinking about how to escape.

He knew that he could not stay here for long, otherwise if he was discovered by Takeda Shingen's men, the consequences would be disastrous.

He made a feint, forced Kuroda Ichiro back, then turned and ran.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" Kuroda Ichiro chased after him relentlessly.

While running, Zhang Ling looked back to observe Ichiro Kuroda's position.

He discovered that Ichiro Kuroda was even faster than him!

"Damn, what medicine did this kid take?" Zhang Ling cursed inwardly and sped up.

He ran into a dense forest, hoping to escape Ichiro Kuroda's pursuit.

However, Ichiro Kuroda seemed to be very familiar with this forest. He chased closely and got closer and closer to Zhang Ling.

"No, this can't go on!" Zhang Ling was extremely anxious.

Suddenly he had an idea, turned around and hid behind a big tree, then held his breath and lay motionless.

Ichiro Kuroda chased to the tree and looked around, but there was no sign of Zhang Ling.

"Where are the people?" Kuroda Ichiro asked puzzledly.

He slowly approached the big tree, wanting to get a clearer look.

At this moment, Zhang Ling suddenly jumped out from behind the tree and stabbed Kuroda Ichiro in the chest with a sword.

Ichiro Kuroda was caught off guard and was stabbed by Zhang Ling's sword. He fell to the ground and died on the spot.

Zhang Ling's sword cut off his throat. Kuroda Ichiro's eyes widened. He never understood until his death why Zhang Ling could burst out with such a powerful force. Warm blood splattered on Zhang Ling's face. He wiped it off. The fishy and sweet smell made his stomach churn.

He took a deep breath, resisted the discomfort, dragged Ichiro Kuroda's body behind a tree and hid it. He knew that he had to leave here as soon as possible. Takeda Shingen's warriors would soon discover Ichiro Kuroda's disappearance, and by then, this place would become a huge trap.

Zhang Ling looked around and made sure that no one else was nearby, then quickly left the woods.

He ran all the way until he was out of the hunting ground, then he slowed down a little.

He found a secluded place, cleaned the blood and dirt off his body, and then changed into a set of clean clothes.

After doing all this, Zhang Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the assassination attempt failed, at least he was still alive.

"Takeda Shingen, next time, I will not fail!" Zhang Ling clenched his fists, and a fierce murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Returning to Fujiwara Mihui's residence, Zhang Ling found that Fujiwara Mihui was waiting for him anxiously.

"Sir, are you okay? I heard that there was an accident in the hunting ground..." Fujiwara Mihui finally felt relieved when she saw Zhang Ling return safely.

"I'm fine." Zhang Ling replied calmly, "The assassination failed."

"Failed?" A trace of disappointment flashed across Fujiwara Mihui's face, but she quickly regained her composure, "It doesn't matter, sir. We still have a chance."

"Yes." Zhang Ling nodded, "Next time, I will definitely kill Takeda Shingen with my own hands!"

In the next few days, Zhang Ling stayed in Fujiwara Mihui's mansion, recuperating and waiting for the next opportunity for assassination.

He practices swordsmanship every day and constantly improves his strength.

He knew that only by having enough strength could he accomplish his revenge.

At the same time, Takeda Shingen also strengthened his own security measures.

The attack on the hunting ground made him realize that there was a huge danger lurking around him.

He ordered a thorough investigation of the matter and vowed to find the assassin.

For a time, the entire Kofu City was in a panic and everyone was in danger.

Zhang Ling knew that he had to act as soon as possible, otherwise, if he was discovered by Takeda Shingen, the consequences would be disastrous.

He found Fujiwara Mihui and said, "Ms. Mihui, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

"Please tell me, sir. I will do my best as long as I can do it." Fujiwara Mihui agreed without hesitation.

"I'd like you to help me find out about Takeda Shingen's schedule," Zhang Ling said. "I want to know when he will leave Kofu Castle."

"Young Master wants to..." Fujiwara Mihui seemed to have guessed Zhang Ling's intention.

"That's right, I want to assassinate Takeda Shingen when he leaves Kofu Castle." A cold light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes.

"But, sir, Takeda Shingen has now strengthened his guards. It would be harder than climbing to the sky to assassinate him." Fujiwara Mihui said worriedly.

"I know, but this is exactly what I want to do." Zhang Ling said firmly, "I must kill Takeda Shingen and avenge my family!"