Chapter 62 - Unexpected

With closed eyes, Ye Chenfeng’s third-level Soul Force slowly spread around him, and his heart completely calmed down.His keen hearing could even discern the sound of ants crawling on the ground, making the entire world seem infinitely magnified before him at this moment.

“Thump!

Thump!

Thump!—” The hearts of Ye Chenfeng, Wu Kunming, and Wang Li beat rhythmically.

Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng curled his fingers into claws and fiercely grabbed at the air in front of him, pulling out a ninja wielding a ninjato.

This ninja had planned to use the Camouflage Technique to hide in the air and slowly approach to take out Ye Chenfeng first.

Who would have thought that his opponent would strike without warning?

The ninja was highly skilled and didn’t panic.

Swinging the ninjato in his hand, he aimed a slash at Ye Chenfeng’s neck.

How could Ye Chenfeng let him succeed?

Dodging the lethal strike by bending his legs, he reached out and twisted the ninja’s neck with a forceful twist, “Crack, crack—” the sound of breaking bones echoed through the air.

The ninja’s face was covered with a black cloth, and the revealed eyes were filled with disbelief.

“Clang—” the ninjato fell to the ground from his hand, and his eyes gradually lost their vitality.

Perhaps until the moment of his death, he couldn’t believe this was all real?

When Ye Chenfeng took action, Wu Kunming and Wang Li, who stood behind him, opened their eyes wide in shock as they watched the scene unfold, their mouths gaping.

They had not felt any danger approaching just now.

It seemed that Ye Chenfeng was no longer on the same level as them.

“A bunch of chickens and dogs, are you not ready to show yourselves?

So much for the reputed ninjas,” Ye Chenfeng declared coldly, never relaxing his guard.

“Ting—” A ninjato suddenly lunged out of thin air towards Ye Chenfeng’s throat, which he deflected with his fingers and then kicked directly into the air in front of him, “Bang—” A ninja was revealed and slammed heavily into the corridor wall, never to rise again.

“If you think that relying on the Camouflage Technique will allow you to kill us, feel free to try again.

However, I fear not many of you will leave here alive,” Ye Chenfeng said, not actually knowing the precise location of all the ninjas.

His aim was to dominate the spirit and morale of the enemy first, an essential factor to triumph in combat.

Indeed, the bait was taken.

Suddenly, four black-clad ninjas appeared before them.

The leading ninja spoke in heavily accented Huaxia language, “You all are going to die.” His eyes, visible beyond the black cloth, were filled with a sinister chill.

“I fear, today, it’s not us who will be dying.” Ye Chenfeng suddenly reached out his hand to the side where a ninja, hidden in the air, was holding a ninjato, ready to strike them.

Ye Chenfeng quickly grabbed the ninja’s wrist, seized the ninjato, and before the ninja could react, the blade had already pierced through his throat.

This series of actions took only three or four seconds.

“I told you, that trick won’t work on me.” Ye Chenfeng’s calm was just on the surface; he had nearly missed the ninja who had approached stealthily, as if he had walked around the edge of a cliff and circled back.

“Good, very good, people of Huaxia Country, I’ll make sure your death is an ugly one,” the leading black-clad ninja launched an attack on Ye Chenfeng, his figure appearing and disappearing in the air, eluding the grasp of those around him.

“Wang Li, leave these last three to me.

I have to avenge my brothers,” Wu Kunming said, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged beast.

“Wu Kunming, this is not the time to play hero.

I’ll take them on with you,” Wang Li didn’t think Wu Kunming could defeat the three ninjas before them.

“I’ve already said there’s no need for you to take action.

Didn’t you understand?” Wu Kunming shouted angrily at Wang Li.

Wang Li watched Wu Kunming’s agitated emotions and gradually unclenched his fists, preparing to quietly observe from the sidelines.

If Wu Kunming proved not to be their opponent, he would take action immediately.

The leading ninja, with an inscrutable silhouette, constantly appeared beside Ye Chenfeng, swinging his ninja sword.

Each time, Ye Chenfeng narrowly avoided the attacks, proving that the ninja from the Island Nation were not just known for nothing.

With a flip, Ye Chenfeng picked up a ninja sword from the ground and shouted, “Today, I will let you die by your own ninja sword, that would only be fair to you.”

“Baka.” The leading ninja was evidently angered by Ye Chenfeng’s confidence.

In their eyes, the people of Huaxia Country were incomparable to their superior nation.

Ye Chenfeng gripped the ninja sword tightly, and a surging killing intent emerged from within him.

In his previous life, how many people had he forgotten he had killed while carrying out his missions?

The dense murderous aura changed Ye Chenfeng’s temperament.

Only someone who had crawled out of a heap of corpses could possess such an imposing aura.

Wang Li swallowed hard to himself, thinking, “How many has Ye Chenfeng actually killed?” Even he couldn’t exude such a fierce aura; and to think, Ye Chenfeng was only in his twenties!

The term “killing fiend” seemed ill-fitting for him—could it be that he had been killing since birth?

Wang Li found his own absurd thought somewhat laughable.

The eyes of the leading ninja became grave, knowing that he had encountered a true master this time, and his aura suddenly intensified several fold.

The leading ninja moved again, his speed and strength increasing manifold from before.

The ninja sword in his hand left trails of afterimages in the air, moving so fast that it was almost impossible for the eyes to catch.

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Confident that he could overpower the opponent in strength, there was no point in wasting time—it was better to settle the battle in one move.

With a “ding” of a crisp sound, the ninja swords in their hands collided; the leading ninja’s sword broke apart directly, but Ye Chenfeng’s sword did not stop, continuing towards the opponent’s neck.

Blood splattered as the lead ninja clutched at his neck unwillingly.

Ye Chenfeng’s mouth curled into a sly smile and said, “Let me tell you a secret—if you had kept using the Camouflage Technique, you might have had a fifty percent chance of winning.

I was bluffing you just now, a bunch of brainless idiots.”

“Mmm mmm mmm—” The leading ninja’s palm clutched his neck, his face flushing red, making incoherent sounds, and eventually, he fell to the ground, dead.

On the other side, Wu Kunming was besieged by three ninjas, already covered in wounds, and was cornered.

If Ye Chenfeng and Wang Li did not intervene, his death was certain.

“Bang bang bang—” Three gunshots rang out.

Wu Kunming somehow pulled out a mini pistol and fired at the heads of the three ninjas, their eyes revealing the words “You’re despicable.”

Wu Kunming inhaled sharply and said, “Don’t forget how you beasts killed my brothers just now.

Are you calling yourselves honorable?” He knew that with enemies, one could not afford to talk about fairness and integrity, because the other side would not abide by those principles either.

Ye Chenfeng and Wang Li looked at Wu Kunming, stunned.

This outcome was truly beyond their expectations; they had already been prepared to come to his aid.