Chen Feng, like a demon from hell, grinned wickedly. He dragged his katana on the ground, sparks flying from the bluestone slabs, and drops of blood slid down his blade as he walked step by step toward the leader.
"He who kills will be killed by others."
"Are you ready to face my judgment?"
The leader gripped his katana tightly, his breath coming in short gasps. He knew that even ten of him wouldn't be a match for the man before him, but he also had his honor and dignity.
"Baka!"
"Long live His Majesty the Heavenly Locust! Long live the Great Japan!"
His Bushido spirit filled him with power, and he charged straight at Chen Feng. Before his sword even fell, a "thud" was heard.
Chen Feng swiftly brought down his knife, and the leader clutched his neck and collapsed.
"Wow...wow...such a fast knife!"
The blood from the hole in his neck kept flowing out; the ninja leader had met his end.
The night was silent.
Tick-tock, tick-tock!
The pungent, foul-smelling blood permeated this ancient and solemn sacred temple ground of Japan. As if sensing something, Chen Feng glanced at a certain place in the northeast direction, a wicked smile appearing on his lips.
Then, like a ghost, he vanished into the night.
To the northeast, Matsushima Ichiko was holding a high-definition infrared telescope. Through it, he could clearly see Chen Feng's smile at him, a smile that sent chills down his spine.
He hurriedly put down his binoculars and took a step back, but then he realized that he was the Minister of the Japanese Land Guard, in charge of hundreds of thousands of guards, and he was actually afraid of a music contestant from China.
Damn it, you bastard, you bastard.
Matsushima Ichiko was furious. He picked up the binoculars again but found that he had lost track of the other party.
"These Chiba clan's trash, all of them trash, what do they mean by the strongest ninja? I think they're not even as good as a hair on the head of the Iga clan."
Seeing that their superior was in a bad mood, the people behind them all said "Hey, hey" and dared not say anything else.
"Tell the Chiba clan that all their ninjas are dead, and don't say anything else."
"Hi!"
His subordinate immediately made a phone call.
At the foot of Mount Fuji in Japan, there is a secluded valley surrounded by small hills. The scenery there is beautiful, but it is dark and cannot be seen clearly at this moment.
There were twinkling stars, the sound of metal clashing, and people shouting.
This is the base of the Chiba Ninja Clan. The current head of the Chiba Ninja Clan is also its leader and the only Earth Ninja leader in the Chiba Clan.
As is well known, the hierarchy of Japanese ninjas is very strict. Unlike China, where the classification of martial arts has become confused, there is only a distinction between winning and losing, and no distinction between different levels of skill.
But Japan is different; they are meticulous in everything they do.
Ninja ranks are divided into beginner ninja, junior ninja, junior ninja, senior ninja, human ninja, earth ninja, and heaven ninja.
Currently, no Tennin have appeared in the entire country of Japan, or even for hundreds of years to come. They are the legend and aspiration of all Japanese ninja families. The leader of the Chiba Ninja Clan is Chiba Bora, who rested for forty years in ninjutsu. Despite his exceptional talent, he has only just reached the level of Jinin.
Even so, his strength ranks fifth among the top ten ninjas, which shows how powerful he is.
At this moment, he was training the clan's ninjas, wearing a white, towel-like outfit of unknown origin, and patrolling the courtyard barefoot.
In the courtyard, dozens of children, around seven or eight years old, were playing a Japanese game, and screams could be heard from time to time.
One of the children chopped off his opponent's arm with a single blow, then panicked and didn't immediately finish him off, forgetting all the training manuals.
The child whose arm he had cut off cried loudly, which caused many people to stop. Their eyes showed no pity or fear, but rather ruthlessness and indifference.
Keep in mind that they are only seven or eight years old children.
Chiba Boro stopped walking barefoot and slowly looked toward the source of the crying.
At this moment, the victor suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake. His master had said that in a battle, one must kill with one blow, or at most two blows if one did not believe it. Only by not letting the opponent make any reaction or sound can one be a qualified ninja.
But just now, after he severed the other person's arm, he was stunned.
Chiba Boro's face was gloomy. He walked step by step to the wailing child, his face devoid of any emotion. Everyone only felt a flash of cold light, and the crying stopped instantly.
All that could be seen was a child's head slowly rolling, but no one saw how he drew and sheathed his sword.
That's really impressive; no wonder they're called Earth Ninja.
"I've said it many times, what is the most basic principle of being a ninja?"
"A single, decisive blow."
The children were shouting enthusiastically, but the child who had made the mistake looked panicked.
Chiba Bodhi saw this and looked at him with even more disgust.
"You are not worthy of being a qualified ninja. I see fear in your eyes."
"No...don't kill me...I want my mother...."
Another flash of cold light, and the child's head flew very high.
Just as Chiba Boro was about to speak to the children who were now engaged in a life-or-death battle, a ghost-like ninja suddenly appeared in the arena, like a shadow.
"Master, the entire genin squad we sent out was wiped out. The enemy was indeed not that simple."
"Baka! If it were that simple, would Matsushima Ichiko still need to come to us after finding the Jukai Company? It seems he has no confidence in an ordinary yakuza."
"So what do we do now?"
"Hehe, a yellow-skinned pig from China dares to cause trouble on my Japanese turf. Since the authorities can't fully intervene, let us, the hidden forces of Japan, show him what real martial arts are."
Chiba-boro spoke without a trace of expression.
"Leave this matter for now. Tell Matsushima that most of our Chiba ninjas are not at headquarters, and the ones we dispatched this time are just junior ninjas. If they are in a hurry, tell them to contact the Iga clan."
"Master, are you trying to drag the Iga ninja down with you?"
"Not bad. To be able to wipe out my genin squad so easily, this person must be at least a chunin. But in order to fully understand the opponent's strength, I can only send the Iga people to test the waters."
"Hi!"
The shadow ninja seemed to understand, and vanished from the spot, much to the envy of the group of children. That must be the legendary invisibility technique.
"What are you all looking at? As long as you train hard, you will definitely become strong ninjas in the future, capable of anything from flying to diving."
"Hi!"
Chiba Bhara watched as a group of children began to fight, with people being beheaded every now and then. He looked at the dark sky and revealed a cruel smile.
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