Super War God in the City

The terror of the ninja lies in their superior Art of Stealth, formless and shadowless, leaving one utterly defenseless.

This time, after Higashimura Daisuke presented his views, he received full support from the higher-ups!

Hence, all the ninjas deployed this time were at the Chunin level, equivalent to the Fifth Grade of the Grandmaster Realm, forming the backbone of the Koga Clan.

They sent out dozens at once, amounting to one-third of Koga's core strength, showing the extent of their determination to assassinate Ling Fan.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Various Hidden Weapons were hurled from the hands of these ninjas, shooting straight at Ling Fan.

In a state of panic, Ling Fan hurriedly transmitted his voice to Yukieko, telling her to get far away.

"Ah!"

As Ling Fan dodged, screams suddenly erupted around him; the Flying Darts, which missed him, struck many of the Private Guards of the Koizumi Family who were watching nearby.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Someone immediately cried out, and people began to frantically withdraw.

The intensity of a battle involving dozens of Grandmaster Realm fighters was immense, and a Dead Servant sent by the Shrine Priest, who had been lurking in the Shadows, watched the scene from a distance in silence.

The Dead Servant hidden in the Shadows rested one hand on the hilt of his katana at his waist, tightened his grip, then relaxed it.

"Kill, kill, let them die rather than live!" Higashimura Daisuke, standing at the back of the crowd, raised the katana in his hand and shouted.

Within a radius of several dozen yards, sand and stones flew about, and the flickering of blade shadows was truly frightening.

"Crap, that's terrifying, that kid is done for!" Some of the People of Snow Country exclaimed excitedly, their eyes wide open.

These people had never seen such a grand battle in their entire lives, dozens of Chunin, each comparable to a High Rank Assassin!

"Puff, puff, puff!"

Under the guidance of Ling Fan's Divine Sense, the figures attacking stealthily from the dark could not hide at all; with each movement he made, every flash of his Broken Sword took away a fresh life.

In just a brief exchange, more than a dozen ninjas had already fallen.

The crowd went from initial excitement to stunned silence. Higashimura Daisuke at the back, holding onto his katana, was completely dumbfounded.

With each figure that fell, his heart would violently lurch, feeling almost suffocated.

It was then that the people realized, no matter how tricky and unpredictable those ninjas were, no matter the flurry of blades and swords, from beginning to end, not even a corner of Ling Fan's clothes had been touched.

And these ninjas were indeed fearless of death; the fall of their companions did not cause them to shrink back but instead seemed to fight more fiercely.

The main reason was that Official Ling was too cunning, always giving them the illusion that they could almost kill him, yet always falling a move short!

It drove these ninjas all the more indignant as they saw their companions fall, becoming ever more crazed, as if they had grown ferocious and were willing to rush forward regardless of their own lives.

This scene made the onlookers break out in a cold sweat, their scalps tingling.

They had long heard that the ninjas were the last people you'd want to provoke in the Snow Country Martial Arts World. They hadn't felt deeply about it before, but witnessing it today, they finally understood the terrifying nature of this spirit of selflessness and fearlessness—it was downright frightening!

So, irrespective of whether these people were a match for Ling Fan or not, just their spirit of embracing death was enough to cause nightmares.

Facing these ninjas, for Ling Fan it was almost like cutting vegetables—although he didn't really need to go through so much trouble; just using Exotic Fire would guarantee that most would be burned to death.

Perhaps a punch directly to the flesh, a shocking and explosive kill, could have stunned and scared these people into retreat.

But that was not what he wanted.

He intended to slaughter every ninja here, one by one; for every one he eliminated, he would lessen the pressure on his comrades who were about to attack the Ninja Village.

Therefore, talking about the Exotic Fire was out of the question—it was his trump card, reserved for big shots like Sima Tianhao.

If he killed them too cleanly and intimidated the rest, it wouldn't work, as the dozens of ninjas would scatter and escape, leaving him to catch hardly any.

Thus, he could only resort to a little trickery, deceiving them for as long as possible, killing one more where he could!

The emergence of these Koga Clan members was actually a pleasant surprise and an unexpected delight for him!

Indeed, he had never expected that his original provocation aimed at the Martial Alliance, which failed to lure out Sima Tianhao, would instead disturb some members of the Ninja Village—it was truly an unforeseen boon!

In the blink of an eye, more than half of these ninjas had already perished.

Standing at some distance, Yukieko's eyes were wide open, her beautiful eyes shone with amazement, and her admiration for Ling Fan knew no bounds.

As for the onlookers from the Snow Country, all of them wore expressions as if they had seen the strangest spectacle, finding the scene before them both shocking and difficult to accept!

On the other hand, the Chinese spectators were all tremendously invigorated, and if they hadn't considered that this was the Snow Country where they would still need to live, they would have already started cheering!

"Number thirty-five!" Ling Fan muttered in his heart, brandishing the Broken Sword once again to sever the throat of a ninja.

At this moment, Higashimura Daisuke who had been stupefied, finally noticed something amiss, seeing the anomaly.

The battle had gone on up to now, and although Ling Fan seemed to be in constant grave danger, he always managed to turn the tide at the last moment; from the beginning, it was the ninjas who were continually falling, and not even a hem of Ling Fan's clothing had been touched.

"Damn it!" Higashimura Daisuke finally sobered up a bit.

Even the twenty or so ninjas who continued to battle noticed something was wrong. The ferocity of their exchanges weakened, and they no longer held the brave spirit they once had.

Upon witnessing another two ninjas falling, the now alert Higashimura Daisuke suddenly realized that if these ninjas were all wiped out, he wouldn't be able to return alive to report.

"Cease fighting, everyone conserve strength!" Higashimura Daisuke suddenly shouted, issuing an important command.

The remaining less than twenty ninjas, hearing this order, finally let out a sigh of relief, using the Art of Stealth to blend in and frantically scatter in all directions.

After slaying two more ninjas, Ling Fan sensed the remaining ninjas quickly disappearing from the range of his Divine Sense and couldn't help but sigh with disappointment; pursuing them was no longer an option.

He had intended to kill them all, but that plan had now fallen through.

Moreover, he sensed through his Divine Sense the presence of an even stronger ninja nearby, one who had been hiding on the side without intervening.

Compared to this one, the others didn't amount to much. Killing this one would be worth all the Chunin ninjas he had slain thus far.

At that moment, Higashimura Daisuke looked at the corpses strewn on the ground with his heart contracting spasmodically. These were all important resources of the Koga Clan, and to have lost so many in one day!

Seeing that the remaining ninjas had managed to escape safely, his heart felt a bit more at ease.

He took a deep breath and, with a venomous glance at Ling Fan, he respectfully bowed towards the empty air behind him.

"Higashimura beseeches Lord Jonin to please make a move and execute this felon!" Higashimura Daisuke bowed deeply as he made his solemn request.