There was also a third party launching an ambush, and it was a long-distance sniper whose shots were damn accurate, a headshot with a single bullet. Lin Tian silently praised the sniper’s precision.
Though he didn’t know who the other party was, based on the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, Lin Tian regarded him as a friend for the mont. His body swayed rapidly, dodging five apparently lethal bullets—he couldn’t always have his clothes ruined, fighting naked every ti would be too embarrassing.
After he evaded the bullets, the five ninjas on the mountain path also reacted quickly. After one of their companions was shot down, the others did not panic, not even pausing for a second.
The remaining four simultaneously threw several grenades at their feet, "Bang, bang, bang..." several loud noises followed, and plus of white smoke rose. The four ninjas disappeared into the smoke in the blink of an eye.
The ninjas were truly cunning, concealing themselves from the sniper’s view. With no target in sight, how could he continue shooting? Lin Tian didn’t care where they had hidden; he set his sights on the ninjas in the forest and charged at them.
He sprinted off the roadway, leaping down the slope. In mid-air, he was an easy target, but that was for ordinary people; for Lin Tian, it made no difference where he was.
Five soft gunshots sounded, and five more bullets were fired towards Lin Tian’s head, neck, and heart—areas that would kill with a single shot. Lin Tian scoffed in disdain, his body contorting strangely in the air, narrowly dodging the bullets. A bullet whizzed past just centiters from his eyes, so close that he could sll the tallic scent from the intense friction with the air.
With a "boom," Lin Tian landed heavily, creating a half-ter deep crater in the ground. Just as he landed, the four ninjas rushed out of the smoke behind him. They sprinted at high speed, running in a zigzag pattern downhill, making it impossible for the hidden sniper to lock onto the targets.
Despite that, one of the ninjas was still hit in the leg. A leg wound ant they couldn’t evade, which in turn ant death. He had barely hit the ground, and before he could roll away, his head was shot, resulting in another headshot.
With two ninjas down in an instant, this sniper was no ordinary marksman.
The remaining three began to semi-encircle Lin Tian, closing in non-stop. But with one leap, Lin Tian was up in a large tree. He jumped from one tree to another, like Tarzan moving through the jungle; in just a few monts, the ninjas had lost sight of him.
The five hidden ninjas in the woods sensed danger and tried to move, but Lin Tian suddenly appeared behind them. He quickly took down three of them.
The remaining two pulled out smoke bombs, intending to repeat the trick. Although the smoke rose, it was as if it wasn’t there for Lin Tian.
They thought the smoke would block Lin Tian’s line of sight and even tried to sneakily throw darts. Lin Tian charged in, swiftly circling behind the two and reached out with both hands to grab their necks and hoisted them up.
The ninjas he hoisted did not resign themselves to their fate, attempting to twist around and wrap themselves around Lin Tian’s neck. Lin Tian snorted quietly, bringing the two together with force, and the ninjas instantly passed out.
He waited in place for the other three ninjas to co; they arrived quickly. But seeing their companions lying on the ground from afar finally revealed a look of shock in their eyes.
The ambush had started less than ten minutes ago, and already five were down, plus the two who were sneak-attacked with headshots, making a total loss of seven. Their carefully planned attack was no match for Lin Tian.
So, they decisively turned to leave, but how could they possibly outrun Lin Tian’s speed? Before they had gotten far, Lin Tian caught up with them. Knowing escape was futile, the three ninjas turned around, drawing their swords.
Three sharp katana blades followed the ninjas’ turn, casting a sharp flurry of slashes. Lin Tian narrowed his eyes, watching the three blades chop from the top, middle, and bottom. He suddenly moved his hands, "bare-handed blade entry," grabbing the top and middle blades, then pushing them down forcefully.
With a "clang," Lin Tian blocked the final strike, preventing his pants from being slashed again. He lifted his foot and swiftly rewarded each person with a kick, stepping on their insteps.
The force with which Lin Tian stepped on people was no small matter; he broke all three ninjas’ tatarsal bones. The sudden pain elicited screams of agony from the three ninjas, startling the night owls hunting in the woods.
His hand slapped against the ninjas’ carotid arteries, and the three of them rolled their eyes and passed out, spared from the pain in their feet.
By this ti, ten attacking ninjas lay two dead and eight wounded. Lin Tian dusted off his clothes and looked up at a large tree in the distance, saying indifferently, "Co out, stop hiding. You first sniped at from the cliffs along the mountain road, then followed into the forest. You’re after , aren’t you? I’m not wrong, am I?"
Lin Tian didn’t need to use X-ray vision to discern that there was a sniper hiding in that distant tree based on the sound alone.
As expected, as soon as his words fell, the sniper slid nimbly down from the large tree and appeared in front of Lin Tian two minutes later.
"It’s you?" Lin Tian saw the true face of the sniper as he stepped out from behind a tree.
The man was dressed in casual clothes, about 1.7 ters tall, with a hat on his head and a skull mask on his face. The man was indeed Ghost, the quirky sniper.
He took on Bai Zhengchu’s task and had said before that if the task wasn’t completed, he would co looking for Lin Tian. Now, as expected, he appeared. Lin Tian was puzzled, though; it seed the goal of the Japanese ninjas was aligned with his, yet now they were killing each other.
Lin Tian wasn’t in a rush to address this question; he decided to deal with these ninjas first. He didn’t carry silver needles on him, otherwise, he would have let the ninjas taste the pain of being pricked all over. Fortunately, he hadn’t brought them; otherwise, the silver needles would have been destroyed by the great fire.
"Got any rope?" Lin Tian asked, turning to Ghost.
Ghost had been standing aside silently, watching Lin Tian handle the ninjas. When asked for rope, he pulled out a bundle from behind.
The so-called rope seed too thin, almost as thin as a fishing line. Lin Tian wondered what Ghost was thinking—could this thin rope actually bind soone?
"This rope is specially made for binding people. I usually use this when I’m out in the streets. It’s really thin but extrely tough and hard to break. And because it’s so thin, if the bound person struggles too hard, the rope will cut into their flesh, causing imnse pain. It’s the best choice for tying people up," Ghost explained, a mysterious smile appearing in his eyes as if he had personally used this thod to deal with others before.
"Damn, that’s so good stuff. Got any more? Give like ten or eight bundles; I could have fun tying people up when I’m bored." Lin Tian had always been a top student; how would he know such tactics of the street.
Ghost actually had more. He took out another bundle, then handed two bundles to Lin Tian, saying, "Here you go. This stuff isn’t easy to co by, I make them myself when I’m free. Our country is peaceful and doesn’t see much use for it, so I only made this much."
Actually, a bundle of this thin rope was quite small; hanging it on a belt, it wouldn’t be noticeable at all. Lin Tian pulled out a strand and took a ninja, tying him up into a peculiar position.
"I wouldn’t have guessed; you’re quite the professional at tying people up!" Ghost exclaid in surprise, observing the tied-up ninja’s posture.
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