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Just now, Mo Ming's words undoubtedly ignited the anger of a group of ninjas, and any previous hesitation vanished. They surged forward like rabid dogs on a frenzy-inducing drug, attempting to take down Mo Ming by relying on their numbers.
Unfortunately, this tactic had no effect on the battle-hardened Mo Ming. Before the encirclement could fully form, he dashed to the side, swinging his blade to fend off the enemies in front of him and broke through alone.
His speed was astonishing, and the ninjas pursued relentlessly, yet they could do nothing to stop him. As Mo Ming neared the edge of the forest, many ninjas fell along the way, but their numbers remained substantial.
From behind came the angry shouts of a ninja: "Baka, if you have the guts, don't run! Let me teach you a lesson, you coward! Is running all you know?"
"Little Devils, catch up with me first before shouting from behind! If you want me to stop running, then I won't run—how embarrassing would that be!" Mo Ming laughed disdainfully as he burst out of the trees.
Mo Ming felt a sense of relief; Jun Qianqian should be safe now. Seductive and Afterimage would surely find their way here, and Lion should have received word and taken action. As long as there was enough time, reinforcements would arrive soon.
Using tactics like drawing the tiger away from its mountain and stalling for time was something Mo Ming excelled at. As long as he wanted to play around and engage in a game of hide-and-seek with them, it was no problem at all. Now, there was no way those ninjas could touch him; anyone who dared to come close would immediately face his blade!
Once out of the forest, Mo Ming finally escaped the darkness that had enveloped him and could observe his surroundings. Otherwise, relying solely on his instincts while facing so many enemies would be dangerous; it would be easy for them to stab him in the back.
"This group of Little Devils really thinks highly of me. There are at least fifty pursuing me from behind, and over a hundred ahead—ha ha... Today I’ll kill more than usual; I won't let you down!" A faint smile played on Mo Ming's lips as the dim moonlight cast an eerie glow on him, making him appear like a messenger from hell come to reap lives.
With strong enemies in front and pursuers behind, he found himself with no way out. Since there was no escape route, he would carve out a bloody path. Mo Ming felt no tension; this scene was far too familiar—familiar like having a meal—so what was there to be nervous about?
"Shura, I admire your courage," said a clearly higher-ranking ninja who stepped forward holding a long katana. He swung it, pointing the tip at Mo Ming and declared, "Unfortunately, we can only be enemies. Today, you cannot escape. If you surrender now, I can spare your life for the time being!"
"Heh heh, I won’t thank you for your admiration because too many people have said that to me—I’ve grown accustomed to it," Mo Ming replied with a dismissive smirk. "I agree with what you said; we can only be enemies. Let’s get started; your previous statement was pointless. If you want to catch me, you'll have to rely on your skills!"
Shizuka Domoto's eyes glinted with killing intent as he spoke in a low voice: "Indeed it was pointless. If Shura were willing to surrender easily, he wouldn't deserve that title. Today, I will take you back alive; your life still holds value for us."
"Oh? Unfortunately, your life is of no use to me, so I might as well discard it!" Mo Ming said with a calm smile. "If you're going to make a move, do it quickly. No need for all this nonsense. One at a time, or all together?"
"I'm enough on my own. With true Ninjutsu, I will defeat you and uphold our honor!" Shizuka Domoto was not confident he could surpass Mo Ming, but he had his own pride; ninjas are inherently proud. Whether he could win or not would only be determined in battle, and Shizuka Domoto was eager to try.
Among the ninjas present, Shizuka Domoto held the highest power and status. No one dared to defy his words, and a group of ninjas stood by closely, refraining from launching any attacks on Mo Ming.
"Alright, show me what you've got. I want to see just how impressive your Ninjutsu really is. Hah, I'm just afraid you lack the ability and end up having everything you believe in shattered by me," Mo Ming scoffed, remaining unflustered while keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings to guard against any hidden attacks.
Shizuka Domoto claimed it would be one-on-one, but it was inevitable that some would resort to underhanded tactics to gain credit. If Mo Ming let his guard down and fell victim to such tricks, he would truly be trapped here. Moreover, if Shizuka Domoto lost even once, those ninjas would swarm him without hesitation; Mo Ming was certain of this.
"Take this!" Shizuka Domoto initiated the attack first, gripping his Katana tightly and charging forward with incredible speed.
Mo Ming revealed a calm smile as he stood still, his eyes locked onto the approaching Shizuka Domoto. As Shizuka Domoto closed in, a fierce glint flashed in Mo Ming's gaze.
"You are too arrogant, Asura. How dare you underestimate me." Shizuka Domoto was provoked by Mo Ming's stillness and swung his sword in a swift horizontal slash.
"Arrogance requires backing; without it, it's foolishness. When you think I'm arrogant, it's actually you who is," Mo Ming remained motionless. Just as the blade was about to strike him, he swiftly moved his Katana to block the attack.
However, Shizuka Domoto mysteriously vanished from sight. Even more bizarrely, he suddenly appeared behind Mo Ming and thrust his Katana toward Mo Ming's back.
Mo Ming seemed completely unaware of the danger behind him and continued facing away from Shizuka Domoto. It appeared that he had not yet recovered from the previous moment; his sword-like brows furrowed slightly but only for an instant before a wicked smile returned to his lips.
Just as he thought victory was within reach and silently cursed Mo Ming for being overrated, Shizuka Domoto wore a smirk filled with sarcasm. But what happened next immediately left him in shock.
"This... is impossible..."
Mo Ming was already aware of the attack from behind, but pretended not to know in order to deceive Shizuka Domoto, making him arrogant and careless. Just as Shizuka Domoto was about to stab Mo Ming in the chest with his Katana, Mo Ming suddenly bent forward sharply, dodging Shizuka Domoto's attack.
Immediately, Mo Ming quickly turned around, his Katana spinning like a fan blade behind him at incredible speed, making the blade almost invisible. This caused Shizuka Domoto to show a look of panic, and he hurriedly leaped up, his body becoming light as a leaf, hovering in the air.
Indeed, Shizuka Domoto's Ninjutsu was quite strong; not only was his illusion technique refined, but his reflexes were also extremely quick. Just a moment ago, Mo Ming thought he could take his life with that strike, yet Shizuka Domoto managed to suspend himself in mid-air as if he had flown. His strength was truly extraordinary.
Even after dodging Mo Ming's attack, Mo Ming did not let his guard down. He immediately launched an offensive against Shizuka Domoto, swinging his sword towards him. Shizuka Domoto spun in the air and flipped away effortlessly, landing lightly on the ground with the tip of his sword aimed at Mo Ming.
"Hmph, I really can't underestimate you now. If I had been just half a beat slower earlier, I would have been dead for sure," Shizuka Domoto said with a murderous glint in his eyes. "But tonight, no matter how skilled you are, you won't escape our grasp!"
"Enough with the chatter," Mo Ming replied impatiently with a yawn. "Can you wait for me for a moment?"
"What are you waiting for?" Shizuka Domoto asked in confusion. "Reinforcements? Don't even think about it; they won't be able to reach here before I deal with you."
"No, you're mistaken," Mo Ming said lightly with a shake of his head. With a flick of his wrist, he plunged the Katana into the ground before him, causing the surrounding ninjas to become alert, fearing that Mo Ming might be plotting something.
However, what happened next left everyone stunned: at that moment, Mo Ming lit a cigarette and began smoking leisurely without any concern. Regardless of whether this was an act of bravado or not, such calmness was not something everyone could achieve.
"Are you insulting me?" Shizuka Domoto said with a hint of anger in his tone.
In the midst of battle, seeing Mo Ming casually smoking right in front of him felt like being slapped hard across the face. Shizuka Domoto instantly felt furious; this was clearly mocking him!
Mo Ming exhaled a puff of smoke and smiled at Shizuka Domoto, saying, "No, it's not you that I'm insulting by smoking; it's the cigarette itself. I didn't mean it that way. I'm just a bit tired and wanted to smoke a cigarette to refresh myself."
In truth, refreshing himself was just an excuse. Mo Ming's real intention was to distract Shizuka Domoto, making him anxious and restless. If Shizuka Domoto truly felt insulted, then so be it; did it really matter?
"You bastard, how can you say it's not an insult to me!" Shizuka Domoto was indeed a bit angry. He moved closer to Mo Ming and slashed with his knife. Mo Ming quickly tilted his body to evade Shizuka Domoto's attack, but the cigarette in his mouth was cut in half.
Mo Ming spat out the remaining half of the cigarette, narrowed his eyes slightly, and dodged Shizuka Domoto's attack once more. He swiftly drew the katana that was stuck in the ground and said in a low voice, "Damn it, I can't even smoke in peace!"
"Alright, once I catch you, I'll make sure you smoke enough!" Shizuka Domoto raised his hand, and several beams of cold light flashed towards Mo Ming; they were Leaf-Shaped Darts.
Mo Ming swung his katana to block them and closed the distance to launch a rapid attack on Shizuka Domoto. Each strike was chaotic yet incredibly powerful. Shizuka Domoto's swordsmanship was not bad; facing Mo Ming's fierce assault, he defended himself calmly but couldn't find any opportunity to counterattack.
Shizuka Domoto dared not underestimate Mo Ming's attacks; they were too fast and beyond his expectations—quick and ruthless. Each strike aimed directly at vital points, and if he let his guard down for even a moment, it could lead to disaster.
"Who is this Asura? I can't believe a leader with such dark power can possess this level of skill; it's terrifying. His speed exceeds human limits. I'm no match for him..." Shizuka Domoto swallowed hard and thought to himself, "Perhaps even the captain would struggle to gain any advantage here."
The watching ninjas shared similar thoughts; Mo Ming's displayed strength was overwhelming. The outcome of the battle remained uncertain, but Shizuka Domoto had no upper hand at all—who would win or lose was still unknown.
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