Chapter 62

With his eyes closed, Ye Chenfeng slowly let the third-level soul power within his body spread out. His heart became completely calm, and his acute hearing could even distinguish the sound of ants crawling on the ground. At this moment, it seemed as if the entire world had been magnified before him.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" The hearts of Ye Chenfeng, Wu Kunming, and Wang Li beat rhythmically.

Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng bent his fingers into a claw and fiercely grabbed at the air in front of him. A ninja holding a ninja blade was pulled out by Ye Chenfeng. This ninja had originally intended to use a disguise technique to hide his body in the air and slowly approach to take out Ye Chenfeng, who was standing at the front. However, he never expected Ye Chenfeng to suddenly attack without any warning.

This ninja was of very high quality and did not panic. He swung his ninja blade and slashed at Ye Chenfeng's neck.

How could Ye Chenfeng let him have his way? While bending his legs to dodge the fatal blow, he reached out and grabbed the other's neck, twisting it forcefully. "Crack, crack—" The sound of bones breaking echoed in the air.

The ninja's face was covered with a black cloth, and his exposed eyes were filled with disbelief. "Clang—" His ninja blade fell to the ground, and the light in his eyes gradually faded. Perhaps even at the moment of death, he could not believe that this was real.

When Ye Chenfeng made his move, Wu Kunming and Wang Li, who were standing behind him, opened their eyes and gaped at the scene. They had not sensed any danger approaching at all, indicating that Ye Chenfeng was no longer on the same level as them.

"A bunch of rabble, are you not planning to show yourselves? So-called ninjas are nothing more than this." Ye Chenfeng said coldly, his nerves remaining on high alert.

"Clang—" A ninja blade suddenly emerged from the air, aiming for Ye Chenfeng's throat. He deflected it with his fingers and kicked at the air in front of him. "Bang—" A ninja appeared from the air, his body crashing heavily into the wall of the passage, unable to get up again.

"If you think you can kill us with your disguise techniques, feel free to try again. But by then, few of you will be left alive." Ye Chenfeng actually did not know the exact positions of all the ninjas. His purpose was to overwhelm them in terms of momentum, which was a crucial factor in combat.

Sure enough, the fish took the bait. Four black-clad ninjas suddenly appeared in front of Ye Chenfeng. The leader, speaking in very broken Chinese, said, "You will all die." His eyes, exposed outside the black cloth, were filled with malice.

"Perhaps the ones who will die today are not us." Ye Chenfeng suddenly extended his hand to the side, where a hidden ninja was about to attack him.

Ye Chenfeng grabbed the other's wrist, snatched the ninja blade, and before the other could react, the blade had already pierced his throat. The entire series of actions took only three or four seconds.

"I told you, that won't work on me." Ye Chenfeng's calmness was only on the surface. He had almost failed to notice the ninja approaching from the shadows, as if he had walked a tightrope and returned.

"Good, very good, Chinese, I will make you die a very ugly death." The leader of the black-clad ninjas attacked Ye Chenfeng, his figure appearing and disappearing in the air, making it hard for others to grasp his movements.

"Wang Li, leave the remaining three to me. I will avenge my brother." Wu Kunming's eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged beast.

"Wu Kunming, this is not the time to be a hero. I will help you." Wang Li did not believe that Wu Kunming could defeat the three ninjas.

"I told you, I don't need your help. Didn't you hear me?" Wu Kunming shouted at Wang Li.

Wang Li, seeing Wu Kunming's agitated state, gradually relaxed his clenched fists and prepared to watch quietly from the side. If Wu Kunming was not a match for them, he would immediately intervene.

The leader's indistinct figure kept appearing and disappearing around Ye Chenfeng, swinging his ninja blade. Each time, Ye Chenfeng narrowly avoided the attacks, showing that the island nation's ninjas were not just bluffing.

With a flip, Ye Chenfeng picked up a ninja blade from the ground and said, "Today, I will make you die by your own ninja blade. That will be fitting for you."

"Bakayarou." The leader of the ninjas was clearly angered by Ye Chenfeng's confidence. In their view, the Chinese could not compare to their superior race.

Ye Chenfeng tightly gripped the ninja blade, and a surging killing intent emerged from within him. In his previous life, he had forgotten how many people he had killed while on missions.

The intense killing aura changed Ye Chenfeng's demeanor. Only someone who had crawled out of a pile of corpses could have such an aura.

Wang Li swallowed hard, thinking, "How many people has Ye Chenfeng killed in the past?" Even he could not emit such a killing aura, and Ye Chenfeng looked to be only in his twenties. The term "killing demon" seemed out of place on him. Could he have been killing since birth? Wang Li found his own absurd thoughts somewhat amusing.

The leader's eyes became serious. He knew he had encountered a formidable opponent, and his own aura also suddenly intensified.

The leader's figure moved again, his speed and strength increasing several times over. The ninja blade in his hand left trails in the air, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to see.

Ye Chenfeng's third-level soul power reached its peak. He was confident he could overpower the other in terms of strength. Since that was the case, there was no need to waste time. He decided to end it in one move.

"Clang—" The two ninja blades collided, and the leader's blade broke. Ye Chenfeng's blade did not stop, continuing to slash at the other's neck. Blood splattered, and the leader of the ninjas clutched his neck in defiance.

A playful smile appeared on Ye Chenfeng's lips. "Let me tell you a secret. If you had continued using your disguise techniques, you would have had a fifty percent chance of winning. I was just bluffing. A bunch of brainless idiots."

"Ugh, ugh, ugh—" The leader of the ninjas, his hand clutching his neck, his face turning red, mumbled incoherently before finally collapsing and dying.

On the other side, Wu Kunming was surrounded by three ninjas, his body already covered in wounds. He was being forced into a corner, and if Ye Chenfeng and Wang Li did not intervene, he would surely die.

"Bang, bang, bang—" Three gunshots rang out. Wu Kunming, who had pulled out a miniature pistol from somewhere, aimed at the heads of the three ninjas and fired. The three ninjas' eyes revealed the words "You are despicable."

Wu Kunming took a deep breath and said, "Don't forget how your kind killed my brother. Were you being fair and aboveboard then?" He knew that one must never be fair and aboveboard with enemies, as they would not adhere to such principles.

Ye Chenfeng and Wang Li stared at Wu Kunming in shock. This outcome was truly unexpected. They had already prepared to intervene and support him.

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