"Take them out one by one. You lure them up front, I’ll handle the kills."
Song Yun wasn’t soone who liked using brute force. He called out to Chen Qingzhi, then leapt up onto the beam and lted into the darkness.
Chen Qingzhi had worked with Song Yun for a long ti, so he understood at once. His body moved and he flipped over to the outside of the second-floor corridor railing.
Right at that mont, seven Upper-level Ninjas happened to push the door open and walk out.
At close to two ters tall, Chen Qingzhi was extrely conspicuous and was spotted by them at a glance.
"Who’s there, stop!"
The seven Upper-level Ninjas shouted, then reached out toward Chen Qingzhi.
Chen Qingzhi didn’t even look back. He jumped off from the railing, landed on the ground floor, then ran toward the bushes at the side.
Seeing this, the seven Upper-level Ninjas chased after him.
Inside the room, Fujiwara no Saku didn’t move at all.
In his view, this was the Iga Clan dojo. Even if soone had infiltrated, facing seven Upper-level Ninjas, they couldn’t possibly be a match.
He calmly closed the door, as if nothing had happened.
Seeing that six of the seven Upper-level Ninjas had followed Chen Qingzhi and jumped off the floor, leaving just the last one, Song Yun, like a streak of shadow, dropped down from the beam.
The Upper-level Ninja was very strong. He instantly sensed soone behind him, snapped his head around, and at the sa ti reached for the short blade at his waist.
His reaction was fast enough, but unfortunately, he was still a beat too slow.
Song Yun clamped his left hand over the Upper-level Ninja’s mouth and his right hand on the man’s throat. Crack. He finished off the Upper-level Ninja with ease.
He pushed the corpse off the floor and jumped down after it, closing in behind the other Upper-level Ninjas.
The six Upper-level Ninjas were all busy chasing Chen Qingzhi, and never noticed that the man behind them wasn’t their companion but Song Yun.
Without a sound, Song Yun took out another Upper-level Ninja.
Admittedly, this thod was very effective.
If he fought head-on against an Upper-level Ninja, Song Yun had absolute confidence he could win, but it wouldn’t be this easy or this fast.
Using the sa tactic, Song Yun killed two more Upper-level Ninjas, leaving only three.
"Boss, that’s enough."
Suddenly, Chen Qingzhi shouted from up ahead.
Song Yun looked over and saw Chen Qingzhi had stopped.
The three remaining Upper-level Ninjas lunged at Chen Qingzhi, forming a pincer to completely encircle him, faces full of vigilance.
Only now did they realize that four of their companions were gone.
Right after, a figure sprinted up from behind. The three Upper-level Ninjas all thought it was their teammate, only to find it was an unfamiliar young man.
Chen Qingzhi glanced at Song Yun and pointed at the three Upper-level Ninjas. "These three are mine. If you kill them all, where’s the fun in that?"
"Fine. You fight them, I’ll go deal with Fujiwara no Saku."
Song Yun nodded, then his figure flickered as he headed back toward Fujiwara no Saku’s quarters.
Seeing Song Yun just arrive and then leave again, the three Upper-level Ninjas looked at each other, baffled.
They didn’t understand Chinese, so they had no idea what Song Yun had said.
One of the Upper-level Ninjas wanted to step up and block Song Yun, but was intercepted by Chen Qingzhi.
"Your opponent is right here."
Fierce battle intent burned in Chen Qingzhi’s eyes as he took the initiative and charged the three Upper-level Ninjas.
...
On the other side, Song Yun returned to the building and found the light in Fujiwara no Saku’s room had already gone out.
He pushed off a pillar for leverage, vaulted up to the floor, then pushed open Fujiwara no Saku’s door.
"What is it, a report? Who just infiltrated?"
The room was dim. Fujiwara no Saku’s voice ca from the inner room.
Song Yun didn’t speak. He walked in step by step, his feet tapping on the wooden floor with a tok tok tok.
"Why aren’t you talking?"
There was displeasure in Fujiwara no Saku’s tone. He suddenly turned his head and looked toward the doorway.
He had thought it would be one of the Upper-level Ninjas, but instead it was a young man.
"Who are you?"
Fujiwara no Saku was very composed, not the slightest hint of panic. Unhurried, he stood up and picked up the clothes beside him, put them on, then fixed hawk-like eyes on Song Yun.
As the head of the Iga Clan, Fujiwara no Saku did indeed have the bearing of a Grandmaster.
Song Yun didn’t speak Japanese. He used Chinese and said, "Fujiwara no Saku, let ask you, the disappearance over on the Azure Dragon side—was that your Iga Clan’s doing?"
Didn’t Dubian kill everyone? Why was soone still coming to their door?
Fujiwara Yexin understood Chinese. He felt a flicker of doubt, but didn’t intend to cover anything up. Arrogantly, he said to Song Yun, "Yeah, it was our Iga Clan. So what?"
"Good. As long as you admit it."
A glint of killing intent flashed in Song Yun’s eyes. He gave a faint nod.
Fujiwara no Saku snorted coldly and pointed at Song Yun. "Kid, you’ve got guts, barging into the Iga Clan dojo. You’re flat-out looking for death. You think by using a luring-the-tiger-from-the-mountain trick to draw those Upper-level Ninjas away, you can handle ?"
"No, that wasn’t a luring-the-tiger trick."
Song Yun shook his head and calmly asked, "Fujiwara no Saku, I want to ask you, what is the Blood Flow Path?"
"You were eavesdropping on us just now?"
Fujiwara no Saku’s brow arched. He didn’t dare look down on Song Yun too much.
After all, just now there had been eight experts in the room and none of them had noticed anyone spying outside. That ant the guy’s strength was formidable.
At least, his ability to conceal himself was formidable.
"You being a Huaxia person, you don’t even know the Blood Flow Path?"
Fujiwara no Saku sneered and mocked Song Yun, then said, "Seeing as you’re about to die, I can tell you. The Blood Flow Path is a sect in Huaxia that’s been passed down for thousands of years, incredibly powerful, even on par with Shaolin and Wudang."
"On par with Shaolin and Wudang!"
Song Yun frowned slightly, not quite believing Fujiwara no Saku’s words.
Shaolin and Wudang were absolutely the pole stars of the Martial Arts World in Huaxia. They weren’t sothing you could just casually compare to.
What’s more, he had never even heard of this Blood Flow Path.
He said to Fujiwara no Saku, "You’re laying it on a bit thick with that praise for the Blood Flow Path, aren’t you?"
"Hmph, just because you’ve never seen anything doesn’t an it’s impossible."
Fujiwara no Saku snorted coldly and continued, "The Blood Flow Path has a long lineage. Its people rarely operate in Huaxia now, that’s all. You should know that all the major Ninja Sects in rb today are branches of the Blood Flow Path. Back then it was people from the Blood Flow Path who brought hidden weapons, stealth, assassination, disguise, Sword Skill and so on to rb, and only then did today’s Ninjutsu form. So the Blood Flow Path is the progenitor of all Ninja Sects."
Hearing this, Song Yun was a bit taken aback.
Seeing Song Yun remain silent, Fujiwara no Saku said coldly, "Kid, soone at your level will never know the Blood Flow Path exists. And in the future, you won’t get to witness its might either, because today, you’re going to die."
At that, Song Yun laughed. "Fujino Yosaku, aren’t you all so proud? Why do you want to throw yourself at the Blood Flow Path? And you learning Chinese was probably to prepare for joining them, wasn’t it? For soone who’s head of a sect, you’re really pathetic."
"You brat, you’re asking for death!"
Fujiwara no Saku’s pride took a hit. He flew into a rage and thrust his palm at Song Yun in a fierce attack.
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