"Ghost Group." Yuanfei Zuo watched the increasingly fierce battle in the distant manor and made a painful decision. Between two evils, choose the lesser; for Yuanfei Zuo, the palace is what the Ninja protect, and also what they would be loyal to after driving away the Iga Ninja and seizing power, so naturally, he couldn't offend it. Compared to that, the Ghost Group seed lighter; after all, those worshiped inside had nothing to do with him or the Kaga Ninja. For the future of the Kaga Ninja, Yuanfei Zuo made the greatest choice of his life.
Luo Zheng smirked secretly. The dostic plans were canceled, and the new ones had not been approved, so using Yuanfei Zuo to carry out the plan was not a bad idea. Seeing Yuanfei Zuo's pained expression, Luo Zheng comforted, "You don't need to do much, just set a fire to attract the national force; it's not really targeting the Ghost Group. Speed is critical in warfare."
"Okay." Yuanfei Zuo understood the concept of speed in warfare. Looking at the fiercely battling distant manor, his face turned stern, and he quickly dialed a number. Upon connection, he said, "Imdiately attack the Ghost Group, set it on fire, but keep it controlled to attract national powers, then quickly withdraw." After instructing, he promptly hung up, looked at Luo Zheng, and seriously said, "My brothers are fighting, I must go too. Have your people retreat according to plan. If I can avenge tonight and leave alive, I'll find you for a good drink."
"Your sake is too light for , I'm not used to it. I don't have the habit of abandoning comrades on the battlefield to retreat first; let's go together." Luo Zheng's face turned serious as he yelled, drawing the Japanese sword provided by Yuanfei Zuo. He exchanged a glance with Lan Xue, who also drew her Japanese sword, her gaze becoming resolute.
"Great, you're a true brother, let's go together." Yuanfei Zuo shouted with gratitude. Whether Luo Zheng was building relationships or winning hearts, Yuanfei Zuo rembered this favor, silently vowing to repay it soday if he could. His face turned cold, he roared, charging toward the manor ahead with fierce eyes and overwhelming killing intent.
Lan Xue didn't understand why Luo Zheng didn't adhere to the original plan to retreat but rather helped instead. Without opposition, she silently followed Luo Zheng, supporting her man's every decision with her actions. Luo Zheng deliberately stayed a few ters behind Yuanfei Zuo, murmuring in a low voice as he ran, "Lan Xing."
"Here, I just made a bet with Sister Hong ihua, saying you'd surely let the brothers use the opportunity to wreak havoc at the Ghost Group. I bet you would, Sister Hong ihua said you wouldn't. Who won?" Lan Xing's excited voice ca through the earpiece.
"You won. Let Ghost Hand go; he's good at this. Tell the brothers to stir up trouble, make a big scene, but don't fall into a trap, and don't expose yourself. This is a covert operation and must not be recorded, understand?" Luo Zheng hastily whispered instructions.
"Yay, Sister Hong ihua, rember to get a bag, I want a Gucci one. Brother-in-law, you're the best, my long-desired bag is finally mine. Don't worry, I know what to do, especially with Sister Hong ihua around." Lan Xing shouted excitedly.
Luo Zheng let out a bittersweet laugh, exchanged a glance with Lan Xue, and quickened his pace to catch up. Lan Xue understood her man's real motive, smiling knowingly. Yuanfei Zuo's people were causing a scene openly, while their own were stirring up trouble covertly; the situation would definitely spiral out of control, but what happens to the Ghost Group is anybody's guess. It wasn't their concern, so she sped up as well.
Soon, the two of them caught up with Yuanfei Zuo, and stord into the manor together. They saw both sides locked in fierce combat; their numbers and strengths were about equal. The only difference was that Mountain Eagle and others were hidden, continually sniping targets, easing the pressure on their side, slightly overtaking the opponent.
Luo Zheng quickly surveyed the battlefield, spotting three of Yuanfei Zuo's n engaged in fierce combat with three others—one-on-one, all experts. Additionally, there were two very formidable enemies fighting Yuanfei Zuo's n, who had no match for them; over ten had fallen at their hands. Luo Zheng signaled Lan Xue with a glance, and she nodded knowingly. The two charged toward those two enemies.
On the battlefield, both sides fiercely engaged in close combat, wielding cold weapons. Luo Zheng and Lan Xue were like two blades slicing into the battle. The Japanese swords slashed swiftly, striking down several enemies instantly, carving two bloody paths and heading straight for their respective targets. Luo Zheng's long sword swept through, slitting an enemy's throat, then looking toward his own target. The opponent glared back, their eyes t, igniting a concentrated battle fervor.
"Kill!" Luo Zheng roared, sprinting forward. After training hard in swordsmanship with Tiger King for a month, his close combat skills had greatly improved. Despite knowing that the opponent was a Chrysanthemum-level expert, he was undaunted, instead incited by a surge of battle spirit.
The Japanese sword in the night's void seed like rolling thunder and flashing lightning, cleaving fiercely at the target. A dense killing intent locked onto the opponent. The opponent also sensed Luo Zheng's battle spirit, their eyes revealing a bizarre cold gleam, blocking with a swing of their sword. The two swords clashed with a fiery spark, leaving a gash.
Luo Zheng felt a powerful force rebounding, causing him to involuntarily step back two paces before regaining his footing, staring at the opponent in surprise. He hadn't expected the opponent to block his full-strength attack. Their strength was evenly matched, so victory could only be achieved through skill and speed. Thinking of this, Luo Zheng twirled his sword in a flourish, took a deep breath, summoned all his strength, and charged again like a tiger.
The opponent, having blocked Luo Zheng's slash, also retreated two steps before stabilizing, a hint of astonishnt flashing in his glinting cold eyes. He then rushed forward with his sword again but suddenly felt emptiness ahead, Luo Zheng's presence vanished, startling him. He swiftly stepped aside diagonally, whirling his long sword in a 360-degree spinning attack.
In the rush of night, the opponent failed to notice Luo Zheng, moving like a phantom, roll beneath his feet. Although sidestepping evaded the attack, his encompassing counterattack didn't pressure Luo Zheng. Luo Zheng seized this once-in-a-lifeti opportunity to counterattack swiftly, lunging his long sword like a viper aiming directly at the opponent's lower leg, quick as lightning; this was an utterly technique-less style: instinctual yet incisive.
"Ah—" The opponent scread as he fell backward. Luo Zheng's Japanese sword sent a spray of blood, his body leaping upright, shadowing his prey closely. He kicked up, only to realize the off-balance adversary still managed a blocking slash, forcing him to retract his kick, swift as a thunderbolt.
However, interrupting a full-force attack in such a way left Luo Zheng intensely frustrated, his fury rising. The Japanese sword slipped from his grip, thrusting fiercely towards the opponent's heart. In the dark of night, it beca a pitch-black lightning bolt, carrying an unmatchable montum, producing a sound barrier-breaking explosion.
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