"Iga Sakurayuki, what do we do now? We are no match for him anymore. Should we inform the head of the family?"

"A man in black asked."

Iga Sakura ignored her, because she was already too shocked to bear it. At first, she thought that Chen Feng was just as talented as her, about the same age, and had similar skills.

But now she realizes that it was all so ridiculous, that she was terribly wrong, and that compared to Chen Feng in front of her, she was just a firefly.

"Iga Sakurayuki?"

"Huh? What did you just say?"

Iga Sakura was woken up by the noise and came to her senses to ask.

"I said, should we inform the head of the family about this and have him arrange for everyone to come?"

Iga Sakura was stunned for a moment. She looked at Chen Feng, who was currently stabilizing his internal energy. Seeing that the other party was intimidated and dared not move, he was just as pleased with himself.

But Iga Sakura was stunned. She stared at Chen Feng's tall and straight figure, his handsome appearance, and his incredibly elegant martial arts moves and talent.

At this moment, her mind started wandering again.

Did he have a crush on me at first? Otherwise, why would he treat me like that? My God, a man like him is worlds apart from those short, ugly, dark-skinned, and sleazy Japanese men.

Should I call for help? What if the head of the family comes in person and he can't defeat him?

Sure enough, Japanese women have a flirtatious heart hidden inside.

Chen Feng, of course, had no idea that the woman opposite him was flirting with him again. After he returned to his dantian, his whole body felt warm and comfortable, and he was filled with inexhaustible strength.

I feel like my vision and hearing have improved a lot, but I don't know if it's just my imagination.

However, he was confident that he could finish the battle quickly against the several ninjas on the other side.

"You dared not make a move while I was consolidating my power; now you are all dead."

Chen Feng walked towards the four Jonin step by step.

As for Iga Sakura, she is indeed quite good-looking, but unfortunately, she is a Japanese woman. Chen Feng has never had any feelings for Japanese women. If you want to kill me, then you will be killed by me.

"Baka!"

The three black-clad Jonin, noticing Iga Sakura's odd behavior and her infatuated smiles, immediately understood. They were men, and perverted men secretly in love with Iga Sakura.

Realizing that Iga Sakura had fallen in love with her enemy during the battle was a disgrace to Japanese men, they were enraged on the spot. They no longer cared whether Chen Feng was a ninja of the subhuman level, and instead started cursing and slashing at Chen Feng with their katana.

Chen Feng looked at the three Japanese swords coming towards him, but instead of retreating, he advanced, his hands forming a Tai Chi symbol. A mysterious power and white mist appeared, and he seemed to have a strange feeling that the three Japanese swords were slashing down at a much slower speed than before, allowing him to easily dodge them.

"Baka!"

"Die, die, die!"

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor of Japan."

The three guys were so fearless in the face of death; their martial spirit is truly admirable.

Under everyone's gaze, Chen Feng easily dodged three lightning-fast Japanese swords, and then used the "Spiritual Finger" that made Niu Changjun so excited that he almost jumped up.

All the crowd heard was the crisp "clang" of metal breaking; a Japanese sword snapped on the spot. He moved like an elegant scholar, and after breaking the sword, he made a drifting turn with very strange footwork.

With his uncanny and rapid footwork, Chen Feng somehow managed to circle around to the back of the three Jonin.

At this moment, Niu Changjun, who was watching the battle, jumped up excitedly.

Because he saw Chen Feng using many martial arts moves similar to those in Chinese novels, which made him extremely happy. While everyone was in shock, he actually became the commentator.

"Ah, look! Chen Feng just used the legendary Lingbo Weibu! It was so graceful that even the three Jonin couldn't touch the hem of his clothes."

"Ah, look, the human body can actually shift from a five-point support to a forty-five-point angle in an instant, and then stand up instantly. This is truly the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique)."

"Oh right, just now before Chen Feng used Lingbo Weibu, he seemed to have done a 'Huanbao Taixu' (Embracing the Void) move. My God, that's the starting posture of Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi from Wudang in China. He actually knows it too."

Now, seeing Chen Feng use what he called Lingbo Weibu to appear behind the three Jonin in a bizarre instant, her eyes bulged out.

Chen Feng gathered all the white mist, roared, and let out a sound like a dragon's roar, then struck the black-clad ninja in the middle with a palm strike from a distance.

To be honest, Chen Feng just wanted to see just how powerful the white mist that had just appeared was.

The three black-clad Jonin turned around abruptly, but it was too late. A palm strike landed on the abdomen of the first Jonin, followed by a loud bang and a scream. All three Jonin were sent flying.

"My god, I just heard a dragon's roar. That's right, Chen Feng actually used the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. That's an extremely powerful and fierce fist technique. He's really brave. All three black-clad Jonin coughed up blood."

As everyone watched the black-clad Jonin who had been knocked to the ground with a single blow, coughing up blood and unable to get up, they momentarily had the illusion that they were watching a fighting match.

Then, they all looked at Niu Changjun, whose face was flushed and who was talking fluently and incessantly.

"Baka, shut up."

Clap clap clap!

After a brief moment of confusion, Kato Ichiba finally came to his senses and realized the problem: he seemed to be really going to die. Right now, the only person he could rely on was a lovesick version of Iga Sakurayuki, and he couldn't afford to waste his time.

The incessant chatter in his ears was irritating him. Although his explanation had been very inspiring and they had understood it clearly, it was no longer appropriate now.

The air finally quieted down.

The three slaps to the face made Niu Changjun see stars and brought his excitement back to his senses.

"You, go and bring the three hostages here as fast as you can."

Kato knew he was probably doomed today, but he still wanted to make a final struggle. The Japanese character and martial spirit told them that even in fear and despair, they would not give up until the very last moment.

For example, the three black-clad Jonin who are now lying on the ground, severely injured.

Chen Feng had already picked up the Japanese sword and was walking towards them, while they were still shouting.

"Baka! You're so bad! You're not fit to be a warrior! You ambushed us!"

"We are Jonin. We are powerful samurai from Japan. You are doomed, you Chinese pig."

"If you have the guts, then kill me. Our Iga ninja clan leader will avenge us."

Chen Feng picked at his ear and looked at the three arrogant ninjas.