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Only Shizuka Domoto, being the party involved, understood that the current stalemate was merely a surface phenomenon. He knew he was on the verge of collapsing under Mo Ming's assault and would soon be defeated. However, as an outstanding Jonin, Shizuka Domoto was determined not to retreat easily.
"Shizuka Domoto?" Mo Ming smiled slightly and said, "Have you given it your all? If this is the strength you wanted me to witness, then I am greatly disappointed. Is something so easily defeated your belief?"
"What?" A flicker of astonishment crossed Shizuka Domoto's eyes.
Mo Ming's smile widened as he said, "My Island Nation language isn't bad, right? Hah, do you not understand when I say you're easily defeated?"
"Hmph, if I were easily defeated, why haven't you managed to defeat me by now?" Shizuka Domoto retorted defiantly, exerting all his strength to increase his defense speed. Yet, the faster he moved, the quicker Mo Ming became.
Suddenly realizing something, a look of horror flashed in Shizuka Domoto's eyes. "Are you saying you haven't even used your full strength yet!?"
"Congratulations, you got it right. Do I need to use my full strength against someone like you?" Mo Ming teased. "Now do you understand? I've just been playing with you; otherwise, do you think you'd still be alive at this moment?"
"Damn it, you're stalling for time!" Shizuka Domoto gritted his teeth in anger but felt helpless. With his strength, he simply couldn't match Mo Ming, and now there was no way to withdraw.
"Hehe, foolish pig, you've become smarter; I am indeed stalling for time." Mo Ming chuckled and put away his playful demeanor. His swordsmanship became exceptionally fierce; within three moves, Shizuka Domoto could no longer keep up with the speed and was utterly defenseless.
"Ah..." The speed of the fourth strike was even faster. Shizuka Domoto couldn't block it at all; the long Katana sliced across his arm. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough to dodge some of the blade's edge, his arm would have been severed.
Realizing he was outmatched, Shizuka Domoto hurriedly retreated.
"Are you scared?" Mo Ming advanced alone, aiming to finish off the injured Shizuka Domoto.
Seeing that Shizuka Domoto was struggling, the nearby ninjas were astonished but quickly moved forward to protect him as he retreated.
Shizuka Domoto shouted, "This person's skills should not be underestimated! All of you attack together; we must hold him off until Yamamoto Kyouka arrives. Otherwise, we might not stand a chance against him."
The earlier battle had made Shizuka Domoto acutely aware of Mo Ming's terrifying prowess. If it weren't for his quick reflexes during that last strike, his arm would have been ruined. The speed of the blade was chilling; he hadn't even seen its path before his arm was marked with blood. Such strength couldn't be dealt with simply by having numbers.
"Yamamoto Kyouka?" Mo Ming raised an eyebrow; he had some impression of that name.
Yamamoto Kyouka, originally named Yamamoto Ryuuo, is a genius ninja who, at the age of twelve, killed a local small gang with a katana. After the murders, he vanished for several years. When he reappeared, his swordsmanship was arrogant and unstoppable, leaving almost no survivors in his wake.
Those familiar with the underground world know that Yamamoto Ryuuo changed his name to Yamamoto Kyouka not out of arrogance but because he had become proud and untamed, treating his sword as a friend to the point of obsession.
However, Mo Ming remembers that during an assassination attempt on the Prime Minister of a certain country, Yamamoto Kyouka was shot multiple times and died. After that incident, there were no more reports of Yamamoto Kyouka; everyone assumed he was truly dead.
Assassinating a country's prime minister is no easy feat, especially for someone who is obsessed with swords and disdainful of firearms. Yamamoto Kyouka attempted to kill a prime minister surrounded by many skilled bodyguards using only cold weapons, which seemed like a death wish. Yet, he nearly succeeded; fortunately, the prime minister received timely medical attention and survived.
That incident truly created a myth around Yamamoto Kyouka and drew significant attention from various countries. Following that event, security measures for high-ranking officials were significantly strengthened to prevent enemy nations from sending the terrifying assassin Yamamoto Kyouka again.
Now, whether the Yamamoto Kyouka mentioned by Shizuka Domoto is the same one known to Mo Ming remains uncertain. However, Mo Ming senses a dangerous aura. If it is indeed Yamamoto Kyouka, Mo Ming doubts his ability to fight against such a sword-wielding maniac while already exhausted.
"The lions probably won't arrive that quickly. Delaying may put me in more danger; I should leave here first," Mo Ming thought briefly before deciding to break through and escape completely before Yamamoto Kyouka could receive any support.
Without a master like Shizuka Domoto intervening, even if the ninjas were numerous, they could not block Mo Ming's path. He fought through the crowd as if entering an uninhabited realm; with each swing of his blade, blood splattered everywhere.
"Stop him! Don't let him escape!" Shizuka Domoto ordered urgently upon noticing Mo Ming's movements.
Mo Ming wore a fierce grin, resembling a terrifying Killing God, covered in the blood of his enemies. Despite feeling somewhat fatigued after the battle, his fighting spirit remained undiminished.
He fought relentlessly to break through the encirclement.
"Little Devils, if you're tired of living, come at me! I welcome all challengers—one by one or two by two! Even if I end up exhausted today, I will make sure to take enough lives in return; one life for a hundred—I think it's worth it!"
There was no trace of fear in Mo Ming's eyes; they remained as calm as a still pond. The sinister smile on his face instilled fear in the hearts of those ninjas.
"A bunch of useless fools! As ninjas, how can you fear death? Charge at me! No matter how terrifying he is, he's just one person. Everyone gets tired; if you all attack together, I refuse to believe he won't tire out!"
Seeing his subordinates frightened by Mo Ming's prowess made Shizuka Domoto hesitate and reluctant to order an attack. Anger surged within him—how could so many people be afraid of just one man? What else could they be but useless?
As the core member of the team, Shizuka Domoto's words were commands. Just a single sentence from him sent them into a frenzy, launching an all-out attack without regard for their lives.
Clang!
Clang clang!
Ah...
The sound of blades clashing was pleasing to the ear, accompanied by the wretched cries that added a lively atmosphere to the desolate wilderness. The moon tonight seemed to have turned red, casting a faint crimson light on the ground, stained with blood.
Shizuka Domoto led a team of nearly two hundred people, but after the fierce battle, Mo Ming alone had already cut down over a hundred foes. It was terrifying; the reputation of this demon had made everyone present tremble in fear.
"Damn it, why hasn't Yamamoto Kyouka arrived yet? Could he have been stopped on the way?" Shizuka Domoto began to feel anxious. The people he brought were nearly all down, while Mo Ming appeared unfazed, continuing his horrifying slaughter.
After another round of fighting, Mo Ming carved out a bloody path, with corpses piling up like mountains beneath his feet. The stench of blood filled the air, nauseating those nearby.
"Haha... this feels great! It's been a long time since I've killed so enjoyably. Little Devils, don’t you like to swarm your enemies?" A smirk appeared on Mo Ming's lips as his eyes glinted with murderous intent. He scanned over Shizuka Domoto and his remaining dozen comrades, his gaze as cold as Cold Light, sending shivers down their spines.
Even Shizuka Domoto, a Jonin, couldn't help but tremble slightly. He thought to himself, "Baka, this guy is simply insane! Over a hundred people, all Chunin or close to it, and he kills them as easily as squashing an ant. It's terrifying! Yamamoto Kyouka, you bastard, if you don't get here soon, I'm going to die!"
While Shizuka Domoto was lost in thought, Mo Ming swiftly took three more lives and advanced step by step toward him. Mo Ming had initially intended to break through and escape, but Shizuka Domoto insisted on holding him back. After such prolonged fighting and with so many enemies nearly wiped out, Mo Ming certainly wouldn't leave so easily.
Today, Shizuka Domoto was destined to die!
Mo Ming never showed mercy to his enemies. Even though Shizuka Domoto wasn't an overwhelmingly powerful presence, he still needed to be eliminated; every enemy counted. No one could guarantee that he wouldn't become a formidable threat later on.
"Baka! Useless fools! You can't even deal with one person; you're embarrassing the Heavenly Ninja Group! Retreat? What are you retreating for? Even if you die, you must hold your ground!" Fear welled up in Shizuka Domoto's heart as he took step after step back, and the remaining ninjas followed suit in retreat.
"Ah!"
"Kill him!"
The remaining ninjas shouted, rallying themselves as they gripped their katanas and charged at Mo Ming.
"Hah, you worthless bunch think you can take my life?" A fierce glint flashed in Mo Ming's eyes. With a swift movement, his katana sliced through the air, creating countless afterimages. The ninjas barely managed to resist before they all fell to the ground.
Out of a group of over two hundred ninjas, aside from the injured Shizuka Domoto, everyone else lay dead on the ground. With just one person's strength, Mo Ming had wiped out a rigorously trained ninja squad. When this news spread, the Heavenly Ninja Group would surely be humiliated, while Mo Ming's infamous reputation would shock the entire world.
After such a prolonged battle, it was impossible for Mo Ming not to feel exhausted. However, he held onto one belief: no matter how much strength he had left, he would not give up on his promise to Jun Qianqian until the very last moment.
"Shizuka Domoto, your men are all dead now; it's your turn!"
Dragging his long katana, Mo Ming slowly approached Shizuka Domoto. At this moment, he conserved his strength because Yamamoto Kyouka, whom Shizuka Domoto had mentioned, had yet to appear. He needed to save some energy for what was to come.
As Mo Ming drew closer, Shizuka Domoto realized he could not escape and decided not to try. He let out a cold laugh and said, "Hahaha... how ridiculous! Over two hundred people chasing one man, only to end up as prey themselves. How tragic! Shura, you truly are a terrifying person. Come on, kill me!"
It seemed that the mission had failed. Shizuka Domoto felt that living held no meaning anymore. He was not attached to life; rather than compromising himself, he preferred to seek a death with dignity. A true master must not fear life or death; even in death, one should not die in a pitiful manner.
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