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"There's no need to worry so much. I'm here, and I won't let anyone hurt you." Mo Ming held Jun Qianqian's trembling hands tightly, softly comforting her. "Promise me one thing, okay?"
Jun Qianqian didn't respond, seemingly having guessed what Mo Ming was going to ask.
"Promise me, will you?" Mo Ming asked again.
Jun Qianqian remained silent.
"Promise me!" Mo Ming said in a slightly commanding tone.
It was palpable that Jun Qianqian shuddered slightly. After a moment, she softly replied, "As long as it doesn't mean leaving you, I can promise you anything."
"No matter what it is, you have to promise me." Mo Ming firmly grasped Jun Qianqian's arms and said, "You must promise me. This is our only way out. Stay here obediently, and no matter what happens, don't go outside..."
Before Mo Ming could finish his sentence, Jun Qianqian broke free from his grip and tightly hugged him, shaking her head desperately. She felt like crying and her voice was small and hoarse as she said, "No, I don't want you to leave. Didn't we agree to die together?"
"What you just promised is your commitment to me. You can't go back on it now. We can die together, but not now," Mo Ming said, trying to reassure Jun Qianqian by patting her back. "Trust me; we will both continue to live."
"No, I don't want to!" Jun Qianqian's voice suddenly grew louder. Realizing this, she quickly lowered her voice again. Fortunately, it wasn't too loud; the other party didn't notice. Otherwise, they would really have to die together tonight.
Mo Ming had enough confidence to break through alone, but taking Jun Qianqian with him would surely mean neither of them would escape. No matter what happened, he wouldn't leave Jun Qianqian behind. Even if arrows rained down, Mo Ming would stand in front of her!
"Be obedient! I will come back alive." Mo Ming lowered his voice. He knew that without saying something harsh, Jun Qianqian wouldn't accept it. Gritting his teeth, he spoke with a hint of anger in his voice: "At this moment, everything goes according to my plan. If you don't want me to die, then stay here quietly and don't drag me down, okay?"
Drag down?
That word pierced Jun Qianqian's heart deeply. The so-called life and death together was merely dragging him down...
Mo Ming could feel a warm drop of water falling onto his hand, and another drop landing in his heart. Jun Qianqian was crying, but he still couldn't bring himself to be kind. Suppressing his guilt, he continued, "Don't cry. You'll get me into trouble."
A moment of silence followed.
"Did I say something too harsh that completely froze her heart?" Mo Ming thought to himself, then bitterly smiled, a silent and bitter smile that no one could see. To prevent Jun Qianqian from being in danger, he had to utter those cruel words. No one could imagine that this strong boy, Mo Ming, harbored such pain inside.
The silence lingered on, and the footsteps around them had already entered the small grove. This grove was so tiny that even in complete darkness, it wouldn't take long to find their location.
"It’s better to feel heartache than to accompany me to death. If there’s a chance in the future, I’ll explain everything to her properly," Mo Ming thought as he said to Jun Qianqian, "Stay here and don’t go out. Someone will come looking for you. I’ll go out and draw them away!"
With that, Mo Ming stood up to leave.
Suddenly, the silent Jun Qianqian reached out and firmly grabbed one of Mo Ming's hands.
"Mo Ming."
Mo Ming stopped.
"I won’t be a burden to you. I’ll stay here obediently. But you have to promise me that you must live..." After a brief silence, Jun Qianqian continued, "If you die, I’ll follow you."
At this moment, the situation had become extremely critical, leaving no time for Mo Ming to think. Yet he had to give Jun Qianqian a promise. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, he replied, "Okay, I promise you I will definitely come back alive."
Only then did Jun Qianqian release his hand.
With Jun Qianqian's assurance, Mo Ming felt much more at ease. No one could see it, but now Mo Ming's eyes were filled with killing intent; if he could kill, the murderous gaze in his eyes would be enough to annihilate everything.
In the pitch-black grove, not a glimmer of light could be seen. Mo Ming had to rely on touch to move forward, cautious not to rush, his footsteps so light that they made no sound. Yet, the movements of the enemy were all clear in Mo Ming's ears.
First, he approached an enemy in a specific direction.
The opponent was also coming toward him.
"There are three of them!" Due to each person's varying abilities, their footsteps sounded different in weight. Having experienced countless killings, Mo Ming easily discerned the sounds of the three individuals.
At this moment, he did not know who they were or what weapons they carried. He dared not approach recklessly; since they were already heading his way, it would be better to hide and wait for them to come closer, catching them off guard and taking them by surprise.
The enemies moved slowly, as if aware that someone was in the grove and fearful of an ambush. They acted cautiously. If they truly had such concerns, they were right; not far ahead, a boy like a Killing God was waiting for them.
As they came within just a meter's distance, Mo Ming suddenly struck. One hand shot out like a venomous snake, accurately gripping one enemy's neck. With a surge of strength, he ended a life instantly while the other two reacted.
"Baka, let's take him down together."
"I thought it was someone else; turns out it's the Little Devils. This will be fun." Mo Ming raised an eyebrow as anger surged within him. He delivered a punch to one enemy's head, knocking him down immediately.
Without leaving any time gap, Mo Ming turned and lifted a leg like a long whip, striking at the last person. The individual attempted to block with his hand; however, Mo Ming's kick was powerful enough to ignore the block and struck directly against the person's neck.
The previous attack had only temporarily incapacitated the opponent; it was not lethal. Mo Ming swiftly drew out a long katana from behind them and mercilessly plunged it into one of their bodies.
"Ah!"
A sharp scream echoed through the silent grove.
One remaining enemy wanted to draw his sword and confront Mo Ming, but Mo Ming would not give him the chance. Just as the enemy drew his weapon, a pitiful cry echoed out: "Ah... my hand..."
In the darkness, where there was no light, Mo Ming was still able to accurately disable the enemy's hand. Such skill could only be achieved through extensive training; ordinary people could not accomplish this. Those enemies were clearly capable, but they were no match for Mo Ming's speed, ruthlessness, and precision.
There was no doubt about it; very few people in the world could surpass Mo Ming. If even a mere lackey from any organization could rival the infamous Shura, then that organization would easily dominate the entire underground world.
The screams would attract nearby enemies, and Mo Ming needed them to come over. This way, Jun Qianqian would be truly safe. Otherwise, Mo Ming would eliminate his opponents before they even had a chance to make a sound.
"Please... don't kill me..." the man with a ruined hand pleaded.
Mo Ming sneered, "Ha, don't you find that ridiculous? You want to kill me, yet you're begging me not to kill you. It's truly laughable. Do you think I would show mercy to someone who wants to put me to death?"
"No, I don't want to die! Please spare me! Our people are already on their way to you! If you don't leave now, you'll die!" At this point, he still tried to intimidate Mo Ming into sparing his life. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that the person standing before him was Shura—a terrifying figure who never showed mercy when killing.
"I’m not afraid of death. What about you? As a ninja, I think you've already insulted its true meaning. So..." A murderous intent flashed in Mo Ming's eyes as he thrust his blade forward without giving the man any chance to react, piercing through his chest. He then withdrew the knife and coldly said, "I'll help you commit seppuku!"
After killing the man, Mo Ming heard a group of people rushing over. He immediately dashed toward the opposite direction of Jun Qianqian's location—the path he had come from. There were many enemies there, but to draw them away, Mo Ming didn't care.
"Baka! How dare you kill our people! Once we catch you, we won't let you off easily!" The pursuers had already arrived and blocked Mo Ming's path ahead.
"Haha..." Mo Ming stopped and laughed disdainfully. "It seems I've overestimated you all. I thought there was only one fool among you, but now I see you're all fools. Since you want to kill me, why shouldn't I kill you instead?"
"How outrageous! How dare you insult our Heavenly Ninja Group?" One of them shouted angrily. "Once we capture you and take you back, I guarantee you'll wish for death. You better be prepared for that."
"Oh." Mo Ming responded dismissively with a yawn. "Let's see if you can catch me first. Just talking won't get you anywhere; have all ninjas switched to practicing their mouths instead of Ninjutsu?"
As soon as the insulting words were spoken, those people could no longer hold back and began to attack Mo Ming.
"Hmph, let me show you the power of our Ninjutsu!"
Mo Ming scoffed, "Truly remarkable, you really have no shame, thinking you're invincible in this world. Only you would bully the weak with your numbers. But that's fine; let me demonstrate what true killing techniques are."
In the dark little forest, Mo Ming appeared like a specter, tightly gripping his long Katana. He charged into a group of ninjas, devoid of light and clarity in his eyes, yet his heart was crystal clear. With each attack, Mo Ming effortlessly blocked and gracefully dodged.
However, the opponents lacked such skill. Within minutes, countless cries of despair echoed through the air, resembling a symphony where the maestro was Mo Ming; this was the joy of killing.
So what if they had numbers? They could not block Mo Ming's path. At this moment, the brief skirmish had already established Mo Ming's image as the Killing God. Some people even began to retreat when they got too close to him.
Killing enemies felt like stepping into an uninhabited realm.
"Little Devils, don't you want to catch me?" Mo Ming taunted. "If you want to catch me, you must be prepared to die. Why do you look so scared as if you've seen your grandfather? I don't really want to be your grandfather; hurry up and come over to die!"
His voice echoed throughout the little forest, filled with arrogant disdain. At the same time, Mo Ming wanted to reassure the worried Jun Qianqian that he was still keeping his promise; he was not dead and was living quite safely.
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