However, Zhang Fan used his extraordinary reaction speed, X-ray vision, and profound internal energy cultivation to deflect the ninjas' attacks one by one.

His figure moved across the battlefield like a ghost, each move precise and deadly, leaving the ninjas overwhelmed.

As time went on, the situation on the battlefield gradually became clear.

The number of ninjas was decreasing, but Zhang Fan fought with increasing ferocity, as if he had inexhaustible strength.

Finally, when the last ninja fell at Zhang Fan's feet, the battle came to an end.

Zhang Fan stood on the battlefield, looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, but his heart remained completely unmoved.

He knew that these ninjas were only a part of the Sakura spy organization's strength, and the real battle was far from over.

The night remained deep, and the sea breeze continued to howl.

As the last pill took shape, Zhang Fan let out a long sigh of relief, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

The faint aroma of medicine emanating from the alchemy furnace permeated the entire pharmacy, a testament to success and hard work.

However, for Zhang Fan, this joy did not last long, because he knew that the battle had only just begun.

He glanced at the corpses on the battlefield, but felt no emotion whatsoever.

These ninjas, though once a threat in his eyes, are now merely nourishment for his alchemy.

Zhang Fan took out a bottle of special medicine from the medicine cabinet. It was the result of his years of research and could quickly corrode organic matter and convert it into nutrients that were beneficial to plants.

He sprinkled the medicine evenly on the corpses, and soon the ninjas who were lying on the ground turned into pools of black liquid, which merged into the land and became nutrients for the plants.

After disposing of the body, Zhang Fan did not rest immediately, but instead activated his X-ray vision again to scan his surroundings.

His gaze pierced through the night, finally settling on the distant seashore, where a man in black stood quietly, as if waiting for something.

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat. He realized that this man in black was likely a big fish in the Sakura spy organization and the mastermind behind this attack.

"Hmph, trying to escape? Not so easy."

Zhang Fan sneered, already having made up his mind.

He quickly packed up the items in the pharmacy, making sure no clues were left behind, and then quietly headed towards the sea.

In the darkness, Zhang Fan's figure moved swiftly like a ghost, his footsteps light and silent, as if he had become one with the night.

The man in black in the distance also noticed Zhang Fan's movements, but when he tried to escape, he found that his speed was no match for Zhang Fan's.

"How...how could he be so fast?" The man in black was terrified; he had never seen such a powerful opponent.

He tried to use the terrain and the darkness to cover himself, but Zhang Fan's X-ray vision illuminated the road ahead like a beacon, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"Stop running, you can't escape." Zhang Fan's voice rang in the man in black's ears, like a death sentence.

The man in black stopped and turned around to face Zhang Fan, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

"Who...who are you? Why are you an enemy of our Sakura spy organization?" the man in black asked in a trembling voice, trying to stall for time and find a chance to escape.

However, Zhang Fan did not answer his question, but slowly raised his right hand, palm up.

"Go to hell, you're just a waste of air to be alive," Zhang Fan said coldly, then he swung the energy ball in his hand forward.

The man in black was terrified at the sight. He tried his best to dodge, but the force locked him in like a net.

Finally, this aura collided with the man in black, producing a deafening sound.

When the light faded, the man in black had vanished, leaving behind only a patch of scorched earth and the lingering smell of burning in the air.

Zhang Fan stood still, looking at the scene before him, his heart unmoved.

He had only done what he was supposed to do; protecting the safety of this land and its people was his duty.

He turned and left, disappearing into the night, leaving behind a lonely yet resolute figure.

After his rebirth, his power increased, and his raw power alone was terrifying enough.

The petty boss is dead, but the person behind the scenes is still alive.

He was determined to uproot the entire spy organization.

On the other side.

In that quiet alley hidden in a corner of the bustling city, there is a unique Japanese sushi restaurant called "Sakura no I".

It is like a clear spring in the noisy world, attracting diners who seek solace and enjoyment of taste with its unique charm.

The store is small, but it cleverly blends traditional and modern design elements, making you feel as if you have traveled to another time and space as soon as you step in.

The exterior walls of "Sakura no Ie" are covered with a light pink cherry blossom color. A few strands of green vines are wrapped around the wooden door frame, and an antique plaque hangs above the door with the three large characters "Sakura no Ie" written in flowing calligraphy, exuding an unspoken elegance.

Pushing open the door, a faint scent of pine and the refreshing aroma of tea wafted towards you, instantly washing away the restlessness and dust of the outside world.

The store is laid out in a staggered manner, with low wooden square tables in the center, paired with soft cushions, which makes people unconsciously slow down and lower their voices, for fear of disturbing this rare tranquility.

Several ukiyo-e prints depicting the scenery of Japan's four seasons hang on the wall, their vibrant colors harmonious, adding an artistic touch to this small space.

In the corner, potted plants, carefully tended to, are lush and green, their beauty complementing the occasional rays of sunlight filtering through the window, creating a warm yet mysterious atmosphere.

In this setting, the most eye-catching figure is the woman in a kimono sitting in the room on the left.

She sat on a specially made tatami mat, with a half-open paper sliding door behind her. Through the crack, she could glimpse the meticulously trimmed bamboo forest outside. A gentle breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, creating a soft sound that complemented the gentle Japanese music playing in the shop.

The woman wore an exquisite furisode kimono, with a light sky blue base and delicate cherry blossom patterns embroidered on it. It swayed gently with her movements, like the gentlest breeze in spring, carrying a hint of melancholy and anticipation.

Her hair was carefully styled into a bun, adorned with a simple yet elegant jade hairpin. A few stray strands of hair gently fell across her forehead, adding to her gentle and graceful appearance.

It is extremely beautiful.