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Ninpuu Mago was stunned. For the first time in his career, he had encountered his Waterloo. The skin of this Chinese person was as hard as a bronze sculpture, impervious to the sharp dagger he wielded.
While Ninpuu Mago was still in shock, Xu Hongfa struck like a fly swatter, shattering his skull with a single blow. Feng Mo Jun and Samurai Kaga immediately turned crimson with rage. They had been friends for many years, and despite their differences, they were forced to watch their friend fall.
The samurai unleashed his full power. Drawing his sword, he executed the Qiu Chan! Countless Dao Feng blades of energy seemed to extinguish all at once. The dark cyan light of the blade whirled back, converging entirely on the edge of the samurai's sword.
In the collapsed office, the sound of cicadas seemed to echo. The samurai bit down on his tongue, spitting blood onto the blade before driving it into the ground.
A thin line of blood appeared on Xu Hongfa's neck. He looked at the Eastern Japan samurai in surprise; this guy was incredibly fast—he hadn’t even noticed.
Suddenly, Xu Hongfa's body erupted with countless wounds. It felt as if he were caught in a storm of blades, dense streams of sword energy piercing through the void, weaving an invisible net that ensnared him.
After executing this move, the samurai felt drained of all his strength and collapsed to the ground. Qiu Chan was his strongest attack. Even if faced with towering mountains, he could slice them into pieces; this was a fusion of speed and power in a draw-and-strike technique that enhanced the lethality of his blade through resonant vibrations.
"You've done well, Kaga-kun!"
The Onmyoji stood before the samurai, holding a Red Talisman in his hand. He gazed at Xu Hongfa, a greedy look crossing his face. This was a creature that rivaled the Nekomata and the Evil God. Its body was impervious to blades and bullets. If he could sign a contract with it, he would have an additional safeguard for the upcoming Arena Battle in a month.
"Creatures from Huaxia, if you do not wish to perish in the storm of blades, then sign a contract with me, the esteemed Onmyoji, and serve my will. I can guarantee your survival!"
Onmyoji Aoyama smiled at Xu Hongfa.
"You?"
Xu Hongfa's fierce eyes glinted with mockery. "You are not worthy!"
He let out a roar. The red aura of death surged like a tempest, forming hard scales on his body that continuously resisted the frenzied slashes of blade energy.
"Foolish!"
Onmyoji Aoyama sat down calmly, smiling gently. "Very well, when you are on the brink of death, you will naturally come to me for help!"
"Is that so?"
A cold laugh echoed in his ears.
"Who?" Onmyoji Aoyama jolted in surprise.
Pfft!
Before Samurai Kaga could swing his long sword, a Nine-section Staff pierced through his chest.
Samurai Kaga turned reluctantly, wanting to see the face of the one who had ambushed him. He caught sight of a figure wearing gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of sophistication.
Wu Song?
Samurai Kaga seemed to be in a state of confusion. The mission target had been hiding in the shadows all along. They had not noticed at all!
Zuo Ci cast a strange glance at Kaga. The name Wu Song was something he had casually mentioned, yet these Easterners took it seriously. If only you had spent more time reading instead of herding cattle on the mountain. Hmph!
Zuo Ci let out a snort, and two streams of white light burst from his nostrils. Using Xing Qi at such close range, he shattered Samurai Kaga's head, sending yellow and white matter spraying everywhere.
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