The Japanese swords flew incessantly, their attacks incredibly swift. They drew their swords very quickly, with one even constantly sheathing and drawing his own. Yet, their power was not to be underestimated. Chen Feng was currently unable to adapt to such a frequency of attacks and was forced to retreat repeatedly.
If Iga Sakurayuki were to join the battle now, Chen Feng might actually be able to suppress her severely and be defeated.
Unfortunately, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was lost due to Iga Sakurayuki's self-hypnosis.
As Chen Feng adapted to the attacks of the three Jonin, he also mastered the advanced techniques of the Blue Star world. Gradually, he became able to fight on par with the ninjas.
The clanging and banging never stopped.
At this moment, the people from the Zhu Company retreated one after another, because in the battle just now, at least ten members were caught in the crossfire and were killed.
The White Dragon and Green Wolf, who had broken through the encirclement, were utterly shocked to see Chen Feng single-handedly taking on three Jonin without being at a disadvantage.
"This guy is amazing! How is he so talented?"
"It's unbelievable! Did he start practicing martial arts from the womb?"
"As expected, we are just a burden and can't help them at all. We might as well leave."
"Let's go back and find the young lady first, then we'll think of a solution."
As they talked, they began to limp away. It wasn't that they didn't want to help Chen Feng, but rather that they were no match for the powerful ninja.
"Baka! What is my goddess doing? Why isn't she attacking that person?"
Kato's long eyes gleamed with confusion, utterly perplexed.
"President, I believe that Miss Iga Sakura is waiting for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow, just like Chen Feng did just now."
"Yoshi, Niuchang-jun, what you said makes perfect sense, and I agree. In that case, let's have our subordinates retreat far away and enjoy this epic battle."
Kato picked up a slice of watermelon, which was very expensive in Japan, and started eating it.
"President, I also want to be a part of the fun."
"Um?"
"You want to eat watermelon too? Do you know how precious watermelons are in Japan? What right do you have?"
"Baka!"
Slap! Slap!
Niu Changjun was slapped twice and had a large piece of watermelon rind thrown at his face.
He slowly picked up the watermelon rind, saw only specks of red flesh on it, swallowed hard, and licked it.
The others watched this scene with envy; even a melon rind was something they couldn't afford.
After licking the melon rind, Niu Changjun seemed satisfied. He looked at Iga Sakura, who was dressed in white like snow and remained motionless, and then watched the three Jonin fighting back and forth with Chen Feng. The visual effects of the swords flashing were amazing, and he couldn't help but think of a scene from a TV show.
"President, looking at this scene, it seems like I'm witnessing the ultimate battle between Ximen Chuixue and Lu Xiaofeng."
Kato looked completely bewildered.
Who are Ximen Chuixue and Lu Xiaofeng?
Huh?
I forgot that the president is illiterate.
Niu Changjun remained unfazed: "They are two of the more famous ninjas in our Japanese unofficial history, both of whom are Jinin."
Um.
"Yoshi, although I don't know these two seniors, the duel between two local ninjas will definitely be more exciting than what we're seeing now."
Kato nodded and gave Beef Intestine-kun another piece of watermelon rind.
The battle on the field was extremely fierce.
Chen Feng wielded the Japanese sword with increasing ease, mastering techniques such as the draw slash, whirlwind slash, and iaido slash with unparalleled skill, even surpassing the three men before him in authentic technique.
They also began to master techniques such as calming down, thrusting, and aerial dodging.
This made the three Jonin increasingly surprised as they fought. Damn it, this must be a monster. They even thought they were fighting a human ninja.
The sounds of wind, whistling, and clashing weapons filled the air. Although Chen Feng was now in complete control, defeating the three people in front of him was no easy task.
To be honest, Chen Feng was also a bit tired from the fight. Moreover, he realized that although he was invincible, he needed a corresponding master to improve his level in martial arts. He was the type who became stronger when facing stronger opponents.
He believed that even if his human and earthly ninjas came at this moment, whether or not they would immediately attack him with a group of ghouls, he could still raise his abilities to a new level in a short period of time.
At this moment, the three Jonin had used all their moves, which Chen Feng had become familiar with. After he was able to counterattack and defend with complete ease, he suddenly began to use a different fighting style.
Previously, in order to adapt to the ninjas' attacks as quickly as possible, he had been constantly using Japanese ninja sword techniques to fight against them. Now, he directly changed his approach and switched to the essence of China's thousand-year-old sword techniques.
With a whirlwind slash, he forced back four people, gripped his katana tightly, and as three ninjas stepped forward, he suddenly changed his attack method.
He suddenly dodged the thrusts of two ninjas by sidestepping, then turned and slashed down at the nearest ninja with a powerful split-hit move. The ninja raised his katana to block, and rolled two meters.
Chen Feng didn't even look at him, turned around and suddenly thrust straight forward. This thrust was a sword technique, but he used it on a Japanese katana. A ninja behind him just raised his katana. When he saw Chen Feng's swift thrust, which was as fast as lightning, he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.
Chen Feng had long ago discovered a fatal problem with the ninjas: every attack they launched seemed to be carried with their full strength. Once the Japanese sword was thrown out, they had to wait for the force to dissipate before they could retract it.
This is why, when they raised their swords high, leaving themselves vulnerable, and were discovered by a master, they had no time to come back to their aid.
At this moment, the ninja behind him was like this. He raised his Japanese sword, but found that Chen Feng did not turn around at all. Instead, he thrust his sword horizontally backward. He had no time to stop the thrust.
Ding-dong!
The ninja exclaimed in relief, for his companion had broken the guard of Chen Feng's katana with a single strike.
"Baka!"
This was the first time the three black ninjas had made a sound after fighting for so long, which showed that they were getting anxious.
Chen Feng flipped over and slashed upwards with his sword, lifting up all three Japanese swords. Then, using the techniques of Tai Chi swordsmanship, he connected with one of the swords and used the momentum to parry the other two.
With a series of exquisite sword techniques—pressing, clouding, hanging, pointing, collapsing, slashing, wiping, pushing, and stabbing—the three Jonin were left teetering on the brink of collapse.
Now, the expressions on their faces behind the black cloth must be very panicked, because they have discovered that the strength of the guy in front of them is increasing rapidly. In just over ten rounds, they have gone from suppressing each other to showing signs of defeat.
This is outrageous! If they keep hitting him like this, he'll be dead.
"Iga Sakurayuki, what are you doing? Aren't you going to make a move?"
One of the black-clad ninjas couldn't hold back any longer and began calling out to Iga Sakurayuki.
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