Sato Noh’s pupils suddenly twitched as he hurriedly looked toward the direction of the dining room. Upon seeing Xu Wendong, his eyes revealed an undeniable hint of dread, "Who are you, and why are you here?"
He spoke while positioning himself in front of Jingchuan Keiko, as if faced with a formidable enemy.
Xu Wendong elegantly picked up the wine glass, took a sip of the drink inside, and said lightly, "I am Xu Wendong, half a hotown friend of Miss Keiko!"
Sato Noh was just about to speak when a shout of battle cries erupted from outside.
A ninja dressed in black, wielding dual blades, appeared under the night sky. He swung his dual blades, with each strike causing sprays of blood mist.
In a flash.
The bodyguards outside were utterly defeated, incapable of resisting this ninja.
"Are you one of Mr. Watanabe’s people?" Sato Noh’s face filled with murderous intent.
Xu Wendong shook his head, "Sorry, I don’t know your so-called Mr. Watanabe."
At that mont.
The ninja from outside strode in.
He was small in stature.
He appeared to be only about one and a half ters tall.
But his sharp eyes sent a chill down one’s spine, discouraging any intention to et his gaze.
Especially his dual blades, which at this mont were slowly dripping with fresh blood, giving off a cruel, bloody feeling.
At this mont.
Sato Noh panicked.
She hadn’t expected to face such perilous threats both in front and behind.
So much so, she didn’t know whether to deal with Xu Wendong or the ninja.
Jingchuan Keiko’s face was ashen.
She was at a loss for what to do.
But for so unknown reason.
She ultimately chose to turn her back on Xu Wendong, choosing to trust this half hotown friend.
Even if he wasn’t sent by her father to celebrate her birthday with her.
But.
She didn’t sense any malice from Xu Wendong.
Yes, if Xu Wendong really intended to harm her, he would have acted long ago, and wouldn’t have accompanied her for dinner and conversation.
"Miss Keiko, may I borrow your katana?" Sato Noh flashed to the side of the dining room, where a katana was placed.
Holding the katana in hand, Sato Noh’s deanor sharply changed, her eyes turned sharp, and an aura of strength emanated from her entire being.
Sato Noh was Kanamoto Ichiro’s secretary.
Also.
She was Kanamoto Ichiro’s personal bodyguard, and simultaneously served as Jingchuan Keiko’s teacher, instructing her in swordsmanship.
However.
The elongated eyes of the ninja revealed a look of disdain, as if he didn’t consider Sato Noh worthy of attention at all.
His figure moved gracefully, like a feather rising into the air, and in an instant appeared in front of Sato Noh, his dual blades striking successively.
One strike was the Splitting Mountain Strike.
Another strike swept away a thousand troops.
It must be said, this brat’s strength was indeed very formidable, and faced with such techniques, an average person might really find it difficult to withstand them.
"Baka!"
Sato Noh quickly retreated.
Simultaneously, her right foot hooked a nearby solid wood dining chair, hurling it forward, neutralizing the sweeping attack that was coming at her. Then, she raised her katana to block the downward slash aid at her.
Afterward, she gripped the hilt with both hands.
Accompanied by a low growl, she launched a fierce assault on the ninja.
Her offensive was exceptionally fierce.
The speed was also very fast.
So fast that the naked eye could no longer catch the blade, only a faint silvery light could be seen.
Clearly.
Sato Noh’s swordsmanship had reached an impenetrable realm.
Not to ntion in the Island Country.
Even in the vast martial arts community of Huaxia, those with such abilities were few in number.
"Xu Sang, will... will you harm ?" Jingchuan Keiko asked nervously, looking at Xu Wendong, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness.
Xu Wendong chuckled wryly, "I’ve promised to take Miss Keiko back to Great Xia, so how could I harm you? Doesn’t Miss Keiko know the noble character of the Descendants of Yan and Huang to keep a promise?"
"You..." Jingchuan Keiko still couldn’t figure out why Xu Wendong appeared here.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
At this mont.
A sharp sound of cutting through wind rang out.
The black-clad ninja threw out several throwing darts.
Those throwing darts made a turn in the air, bypassing the range of Sato Noh’s attack, and pierced into her armpits on both sides, erupting in sprays of blood mist.
Clang!
The long sword in Sato Noh’s hand fell to the ground.
Her eyes turned vacant, evidently not expecting this outco.
She then collapsed to the ground, a pool of fresh blood quickly forming beneath her.
"No!"
Jingchuan Keiko’s face was full of pain, not expecting her teacher to die tragically in front of her while protecting her.
For her, inherently kind, this was a heavy blow.
"Miss Keiko, don’t be sad. I’ll soon send you to reunite in the underworld!" The black-clad ninja spoke with a playful tone, as he moved step by step toward Jingchuan Keiko with his dual blades.
Jingchuan Keiko felt a sense of despair.
At this mont.
A familiar voice rang out, "Did you take for air?"
Who else could be speaking but Xu Wendong?
A cold gleam appeared in the ninja’s eyes, as he responded in imperfect Huaxia language, "I indeed took you for air, but you shouldn’t seek a presence at such a ti!"
"This is not seeking presence!"
"But seeking death!"
After speaking, he waved his right hand, and a throwing dart glead coldly as it shot through the air, aid directly at Xu Wendong.
And just as it approached Xu Wendong.
The young man spat a mouthful of saliva.
In an instant.
The throwing dart plumted to the ground in the ninja’s astonished gaze.
"No..." The ninja was stunned, for his throwing dart, capable of piercing stone, demonstrated its imnse power.
But he could scarcely imagine.
The other party casually spat out a mouthful of saliva, knocking down his dart.
Even seeing it with his own eyes, it felt surreal.
Without thinking further.
He gripped the long sword with both hands, appearing ghostlike in front of Xu Wendong, the blade flashing through the air, aid at Xu Wendong’s head.
Seeing this scene.
Jingchuan Keiko held her breath, her eyes filled with despair.
There was no way.
The ninja’s strength was too overwhelming.
She didn’t believe Xu Wendong could survive.
But at this critical mont.
Xu Wendong casually extended his right hand, and with his index and middle fingers, he caught the opponent’s long sword.
The once sharp long sword, at this mont, felt like a cigarette caught between fingers.
The ninja was horrified.
He never expected Xu Wendong’s strength to be so formidable, he tried to retrieve his sword, but found it felt as though it was shackled there.
No matter how he tried, he couldn’t budge it.
This gave him a foreboding sense, knowing he faced a super expert today.
Without thinking further.
He prepared to abandon the sword and escape.
But Xu Wendong didn’t give him the opportunity.
With a light twist of his fingers, the hard and sharp katana snapped.
"Is this guy a demon?" The ninja’s scalp tingled as he turned, ready to flee.
He didn’t know Xu Wendong’s origin.
But this person’s strength far surpassed his, and if he didn’t leave quickly, he was likely to die tragically here.
And just as he stepped out of the villa with one foot.
A heart-wrenching pain swept over him.
The broken blade tip pierced through his chest from behind, erupting in a spray of crimson blood mist...
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