When I put on a bloodthirsty expression, when I showed a chilling, demonic smile, some might say I was putting on airs, others might call me a fool, and more bluntly, they would think I was all surface and no substance. But when they are all dragged down to hell, I wonder if they will still think so? — Yang Yi's Memoirs

Excitement—excitement!

At this moment, only excitement could describe Yang Yi. His whole body trembled, the gleam of his blade flickered, and his eyes suddenly turned an eerie blood-red. Peng!

Ping!…

Yang Yi’s figure shot out instantly, followed by a flash of blade light. A ninja reacted too late; a sharp pain bloomed in his throat, and the man collapsed.

The ninja captain standing nearby narrowed his eyes to a thin line. He sensed that Yang Yi was dangerous, at least having elevated to a significantly higher level of threat than just moments ago.

“Among all of you, I must admit your strength is considerable. Too bad, right now none of them are my match. However, you look rather interesting,” Yang Yi challenged, staring at him.

“Hmph. Whether I’m interesting or not will be settled by our hands!” The ninja captain snorted coldly and moved rapidly toward Yang Yi. He held a black spike and thrust it viciously toward Yang Yi.

Yang Yi narrowed his slightly blood-red eyes, the sinister grin on his lips widening. He tilted his head slightly, evading the attack, while the dagger in his hand flashed instantly. Sss!

Whoosh! The ninja captain’s gaze darkened, and he quickly leaped backward, creating distance between himself and Yang Yi. His eyes flickered unintentionally toward his own arm, where a shallow gash had appeared, causing a sudden tightness in his chest.

“You should use your full strength. If I had cut deeper just now, you probably would have lost that entire arm.”

To an uninformed observer, Yang Yi’s words might sound like a warning. But to this ninja captain, it was pure, hard provocation. He roared, “Baka!” and surged toward Yang Yi with an attack.

“Heh heh, finally getting serious? Then… I’m coming too!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Yang Yi sensed movement behind him. He bent down, pivoted the edge of his dagger, and then leaped back. Puchi! The white blade went in, the red blade came out. He still wore a cold sneer as he continued to watch the ninja captain attacking from the front. “Next time you attempt a sneak attack, check if you tied your crotch properly!”

It turned out a shadow of a ninja had tried to ambush Yang Yi from behind. As the name suggested, the shadowy figure had indeed been discovered by Yang Yi. After killing him, Yang Yi casually left behind that bizarre remark.

A cold glint flashed in the ninja captain’s eyes. He gripped the black spike in his right hand, and his left hand suddenly shot out a black, five-pointed shuriken. Stab, stab, stab, stab! Four projectiles flew out rapidly. A chilling light sharpened in Yang Yi’s eyes; he didn't dare to be careless. He quickly pulled the shadowy figure of the ninja he had just killed forward and used the body as a shield. Chi, chi! A few strange sounds indicated the projectiles had buried themselves into the corpse.

Yang Yi immediately let go of the body, then bounded forward, his dagger striking rapidly toward the ninja captain. Pili-pala! A flurry of blade light and sword shadows erupted. The ninja captain was now using his full power, and while their clash seemed evenly matched for the moment,

Han Zhong was truly facing the problem Yang Yi predicted—two fists are no match for four hands. He was visibly struggling. If Murong Lianxue hadn't occasionally intervened, he would likely be the one looking utterly distressed right now.

“Thank you,” Han Zhong murmured, feeling a bit ashamed. This flickering, indistinct young girl was actually more formidable than him, and her power was simply astounding.

“Hehe, you’re welcome. Watch out, behind you!” Murong Lianxue suddenly flashed aside and struck out fiercely with a punch. Peng! A black figure flew backward.

A battle between Grandmasters was certainly not some international joke; the gap in strength represented the key to victory.

Peng!

“Waaah!” The ninja captain spat out a mouthful of blood and roared in furious indignation, “You are despicable!”

“Despicable? Haha!” Yang Yi seemed to find the word incredibly amusing, letting out a cold laugh. “You son of a bitch, where do you think you are? This is Huaxia! We are far from being as despicable as you running dogs from Country R. No, to be precise, my level of villainy doesn’t even reach a tenth of yours.”

“Ah!” The ninja captain went berserk. He shook his entire body, enduring the pain from the blow Yang Yi had dealt him to the chest, and threw himself at Yang Yi in attack.

“Mmm? Hmm?” Yang Yi shook his head. The Japanese really knew how to go into a frenzy. He silently comforted himself to boost his momentary explosive power; Yang Yi had already learned about this trick from Hei Zhu last time. Because of this, he could only glance at the ninja captain with the look reserved for the dead, and then his hand shot up swiftly.

Sou, sou, sou!………

Three strange sounds pierced the air, followed by a flash of blade light. Puchi! Three flying knives violently pierced the center of the ninja captain's chest. His forward-rushing body suddenly halted. His pupils snapped wide open, and he stared at his own chest in utter disbelief. Blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth. Then, with a look of unwillingness directed at Yang Yi, Peng! his entire figure tumbled forward.

“Hmph!” Yang Yi snorted coldly and glanced over toward Han Zhong and the others. Without hesitation, he muttered, “It must have been tough for him; the disparity in power definitely made it difficult.”

Whoosh! His figure flickered. Yang Yi took down one enemy after another with his blade. The dagger and the sleeve of his garment were already stained crimson with blood. The bloodthirsty smile on his lips grew increasingly intense, and the terrifying glow in his eyes intermittently emitted a scorching, bloody light!

“Young Master!” Han Zhong gasped as he looked toward Yang Yi and called out.

“That’s enough. You should return to the car first. Leave this to us,” Yang Yi said calmly.

“Yes!” Han Zhong felt a twinge of shame. Though he was older, his actual fighting ability was clearly apparent. Thus, he didn't hesitate and headed toward the car.

But just as he reached out to open the car door, Puchi!

“Uncle Han!” Yang Yi cried out in alarm, a cold light flashing in his eyes. “Damn it, there’s still one more!”

Cursing under his breath, Yang Yi realized he had been slightly careless. He never expected another person to be lurking in the darkness. Rushing to Han Zhong's side, he quickly pulled out the black, five-pointed shuriken from Han Zhong’s wound and jabbed it a few times into the injury. Seeing Han Zhong’s face turning purple, Yang Yi inwardly groaned—that projectile was poisoned.

“Young…”

“Lianxue, kill that bastard for me!” Yang Yi roared in absolute fury.

“Yes, Brother Yi!” Murong Lianxue quickly flashed away, evading the attacks of four or five ninja shadows. She reached an open space, narrowed her eyes, and stared intensely into the air.

After his roar, Yang Yi turned to the exhausted Han Zhong. “Uncle Han, don’t worry, nothing will happen to you. Don’t speak for now, just rest in the car for a while!”

Murong Lianxue stared intently for a while before speaking dismissively, “So, you were here.”

“Damn it!”

Peng! Ah!…………

As soon as Murong Lianxue finished speaking, her figure moved rapidly, delivering a devastating punch into thin air. Immediately, a startled cry was heard, and a figure was flung out from the empty space.

Murong Lianxue showed no hesitation and continued her assault. The person who had been bounced out was none other than that female ninja whose strength was truly unfathomable. If Yang Yi hadn't been slightly careless—though he had already sensed the presence of another powerful ninja—his excitement and thrill had made him forget the threat, leading to this situation. Han Zhong was injured, possibly critically, given the poison in the shuriken.

Whoosh, whoosh! In an instant, the female ninja was engaged in a fierce battle with Murong Lianxue.

Yang Yi narrowed his eyes, watching the female ninja. Seeing that her strength was actually comparable to Murong Lianxue’s, he let out a cold huff. He glanced at the remaining five ninjas who were still charging toward him, grabbed the flexible sword from Han Zhong's side, slammed the car door shut, and spared a glance for the charging ninjas. Pipi! A strange sound emanated from the soft blade.

Yang Yi infused a bit of his True Qi, secretly urging his Inner Breath, making the flexible sword stiffen like an ‘erect pillar.’ “You sons of bitches, you think I’m a sick cat just because I’m not showing off?” With that, he charged toward those ninjas.

Chii, chii!

Ah!……

A series of miserable cries echoed; bodies were covered in wounds, and clothes were tattered. Yang Yi continuously brandished the flexible sword, attacking rapidly. In just the blink of an eye, these ninjas had all fallen. Yang Yi, who was close to breaking through the Yellow-level Grandmaster realm, possessed an attack power and strength that could not be taken lightly.

Peng!

Puchi! The female ninja was kicked away by Murong Lianxue, forcing a distance between them. She couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Murong Lianxue, too, looked pale. After all, she was still just a child. Although her power was high, her physical body still couldn't keep up—this was Murong Lianxue’s current flaw. Yang Yi, standing several meters away, saw this and understood clearly that Murong Lianxue’s Inner Breath was slightly chaotic now. He immediately took a step and hurried toward them.

But just as he arrived near them, Yang Yi suddenly caught sight of a glare that made him jump. “My goodness, are you trying to force yourself on her?”