Two golden beams of light suddenly shot from Ling Yun's eyes, instantly forming a golden mist. Ling Yun's figure abruptly stopped, all the protection of his mental energy field vanished instantly, and countless cold lights surged around him, leaving hundreds of deep knife marks on his body. Matsumoto Tomoki finally revealed his form, and the last cold light pierced Ling Yun's chest.
Chapter 244 What right do you have to negotiate with me?
"I didn't expect to kill you so easily. You got off too easy. But you took so many cuts from me, the pain must have been worse than being torn to pieces. Wasn't that wonderful? Haha." Matsumoto Tomoki said with a savage grin, the blade in his hand churning wildly inside Ling Yun's chest. The sensation from his hand made him feel incredibly satisfied. Countless times, this method of slowly shredding his opponent's internal organs into a bloody mess was the most stimulating to his somewhat abnormal nerves.
Ling Yun simply stared at him quietly, as if Matsumoto Tomoki's blade had pierced someone else's body. He couldn't see any pain on that calm face, or even any expression of enduring pain.
Matsumoto Tomoki was stunned. He involuntarily stopped stirring the blade's light and narrowed his eyes to stare at Ling Yun. Even the most resilient superhuman would not show such abnormal pain when faced with the blade's light stirring their internal organs, unless it was a dead person or an inanimate object.
Could Ling Yun be dead? Matsumoto Tomoki suddenly had a thought, a normal one. Even for a superhuman, it would be difficult to survive such an attack. Death was normal; living would feel like an unreal absurdity. But Ling Yun, still with the blade piercing his chest, was not only alive but also slowly spoke: "Matsumoto Tomoki, I have to thank you for your Wind Concealment Technique. Although it caused me immense pain, it also provoked me greatly. And now, it's time to repay you double for the pain you just inflicted."
"What nonsense are you spouting! You're already dead!" Matsumoto Tomoki was shocked. Incredulously, he pulled his samurai sword from Ling Yun's chest, drawing a trail of gushing blood. He frantically slashed at Ling Yun, the countless sword beams even forming an aura of sword light. Ling Yun's body remained motionless, allowing him to do as he pleased. From head to toe, countless tiny, spiderweb-like lines of blood appeared on the surface of his body. Then, with a snap, the blood was broken down into countless tiny pieces of flesh by the sword light, which were then broken down again by the sword light until they became particles even smaller than the sword light itself.
"You're dead! You're dead!" Matsumoto Tomoki shouted wildly. The blade had just pierced Ling Yun's chest, and Ling Yun's calm expression had shocked him greatly. The joy of killing his opponent had instantly turned into a huge unease, as if an invisible black hand was lurking nearby, ready to spread its strong fingers and grab his neck as soon as he stopped.
After a long while, Matsumoto Tomoki finally stopped chopping. He was also somewhat tired from continuously using the Wind Concealment Technique for so long, but the feeling of unease did not disappear; instead, it became even stronger. The black line on his forehead vanished, and an inexplicable intuition told him that Ling Yun, whom he had broken down into the smallest particles, did not seem to be dead. He was existing in a way that he could not explain, and was even showing him a chilling, icy smile from somewhere in the void that he did not know about.
The two switched positions in the blink of an eye. Just now, Ling Yun was in a passive defensive situation, but now, Matsumoto Tomoki could no longer track Ling Yun's figure.
A silver sword suddenly shot out from the ground, aiming straight for Matsumoto Tomoki's crotch.
This sword strike came without any warning, as if a sword of light had appeared out of thin air on the ground, silent and incredibly fast. By the time Matsumoto Tomoki realized what was happening, it was too late. He let out a scream, and his body shot into the sky like a rocket. A gruesome, bloody mess was cleanly severed between his legs. Clearly, this sword strike was only intended to torture and humiliate him, not to kill him; otherwise, Matsumoto Tomoki would have been pierced through the chest and abdomen.
Ling Yun's emotionless voice echoed in Matsumoto Tomoki's mind: What you once gave me, I'm returning to you now. You slashed me 473 times. We Chinese believe in repaying evil with kindness, so I'll return 400 swords to you, and I'll waive the odd amount.
Matsumoto Tomoki's heart trembled violently, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. Although his mental energy field had protected the vital wound and stopped the bleeding, he didn't possess Ling Yun's self-healing ability, which allowed him to heal without relying on a mental energy field. The injury to his groin was severe; a man's instinct had been seriously damaged. However, Matsumoto Tomoki didn't have time to consider whether he would become infertile. The sudden appearance of the lightsaber and the communication with Ling Yun's consciousness shocked him even more. It seemed that everything he had just done to Ling Yun had been reversed in the blink of an eye. What was even more worrying was that Matsumoto Tomoki couldn't understand how this process had occurred, or rather, he couldn't see where Ling Yun was or how he had delivered the lightsaber.
He suddenly understood Ling Yun's feelings just now—a mixture of shock, anger, and fear of the unknown. Clearly, his time as the protagonist had come to an end, while Ling Yun was only just beginning his grand entrance.
Matsumoto Tomoki gritted his teeth, and his figure suddenly disappeared in mid-air. He used the Wind Concealment Technique again. Since he couldn't see Ling Yun, as long as he was in the Wind Concealment Technique, the other party wouldn't be able to see him either. The two of them were like two blind men, each trying to understand the other's own way of doing things, until they met.
However, Matsumoto Tomoki immediately realized his mistake. Despite his use of the Wind Concealment Technique, Ling Yun's sword light still accurately pierced his body time and time again.
Swift, terrifying, and silent, and most importantly, the sword's trajectory was completely invisible, just like his previous blade strikes. Although Matsumoto Tomoki had maximized the protection of his mental field, Ling Yun always managed to find his weakest point to attack.
Deep, crisscrossing cuts appeared on Matsumoto Tomoki's body, turning him into a blood-soaked figure in the blink of an eye. Simultaneously, Ling Yun's icy voice rang out; with each cut, he mentally counted a number to remind Matsumoto Tomoki how many sword strikes remained to reach four hundred.
Matsumoto Tomoki was filled with shock and anger. He had no idea where to direct his sword strike, while Ling Yun's sword light easily broke through his defenses. Although both of them used stealth, their levels of skill and understanding were worlds apart. What Matsumoto Tomoki couldn't understand was how Ling Yun knew the Wind Concealment Technique. Even if Ling Yun did know the Wind Concealment Technique, it was impossible for him to instantly use it at a level far superior to his own, to the point that Matsumoto Tomoki couldn't even sense.
Could there really be an unpredictable invisibility technique in this world? Matsumoto Tomoki couldn't understand it. If so, then this person would be invincible forever. He would be the most ruthless assassin, and even a higher-level expert would find it difficult to withstand a sudden attack.
In the space where sword and blade light clashed, countless bright meteors shot out, accompanied by the agonizing screams of the crumbling building as countless fragments of brick and tile flew out. Matsumoto Tomoki was almost numb with pain. Each sword light deeply cut through his flesh and tendons, yet precisely avoided damaging his internal organs. The sword light turned into curved serrations the moment it entered his body, which intensified Matsumoto Tomoki's suffering. Clearly, Ling Yun was torturing him slowly and deliberately.
The blood around Matsumoto Tomoki had transformed into a crimson halo. He was invisible, but the splattered blood could not be made invisible at the same time. Therefore, what emerged from the space was a figure made entirely of blood, vaguely resembling the outline of Matsumoto Tomoki. Meanwhile, the stench of blood in the dusty air continued to intensify.
The three members of the Matsumoto family exchanged bewildered glances, all seeing utter shock in each other's eyes. Matsumoto Tomoki was a second-generation powerhouse in the ninja clan. Apart from the elders, the second-generation powerhouses were the strongest. Although Matsumoto Tomoki wasn't the most outstanding among the second-generation powerhouses, he was still one of the best. They had thought that dealing with a student-like ability user would be a piece of cake, but now it seemed that Matsumoto Tomoki was in a precarious situation.
Chapter 1878!
After Ling Yun's cold voice rang in Matsumoto Tomoki's mind once again, the Japanese man's supposedly indomitable nerves finally began to break down. He suddenly revealed himself in the air, and his mental field could no longer effectively stop the wounds all over his body. Blood kept gushing from his chest, back, and limbs, staining his pure white samurai attire crimson.
With a thud, Matsumoto Tomoki knelt on the ground, his expression a mix of despair and numbness, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Please... spare me..."
The sword light that filled the sky vanished, and Ling Yun slowly appeared before Matsumoto Tomoki, a hint of sarcasm on his calm face: "Spare you? Weren't you so arrogant just now? Wanting to cut me into a thousand pieces, how come you're all limp now? Tell me, why should I spare you? If you were in my place, would you spare me?"
Matsumoto Tomoki's bloodied face suddenly showed a hint of madness. He knelt forward a few steps, trying to grab Ling Yun's leg and beg for mercy, but Ling Yun frowned, kicked him, and sent Matsumoto Tomoki flying backward: "Get out of my way, you little Japanese, I have no interest in your pleas."
Matsumoto Taro and Matsumoto Rie watched this scene with bloodshot eyes, almost grinding their teeth to powder. Matsumoto Tomoki's actions had deeply stung the sensitive nerve of their pride. The two of them jumped up to the top of the building, dozens of meters high, and took Matsumoto Tomoki's arms, slowly lifting him up.
Although Matsumoto Chizuru's arm and finger bones had been broken by Ling Yun, the mental energy field's restraints began to gradually ease. She then leaped up, glaring angrily at Ling Yun. Although her eyes unabashedly revealed her hatred, she no longer dared to make any arrogant moves. She was deeply afraid of this ordinary young man, but her inherent pride and the support of her powerful ninja clan prevented her from bowing her head.
Taro Matsumoto and Rie Matsumoto looked at Tomoki Matsumoto with mixed feelings. Their pride as ninjas made them hate Tomoki Matsumoto's weak behavior, but seeing the crisscrossing wounds on Tomoki Matsumoto's body made them understand him very well. If it were them, they probably wouldn't have lasted half as long as Tomoki Matsumoto in the face of such terrible torment.
Ignoring their support, Matsumoto Tomoki struggled slightly and broke free from their arms. He coughed twice, then spat out a mouthful of blood. A wisp of silver light emerged from his body, and his previously twitching face regained some composure. "Ling Yun, you've won. You are a strong person, and I am no match for you. I want to ask you for something. It doesn't matter if I die at your hands; that's just the law of the jungle, a matter of course. But I beg you to spare my cousin and the two young men from my family. Please spare them. As the price, I will accept whatever you do to me. Please."
As he spoke, Matsumoto Tomoki knelt down again with a thud, bowing deeply to Ling Yun. Matsumoto Taro and Matsumoto Rie were both anxious and angry, and hurriedly helped him up. Matsumoto Chizuru stepped forward and said angrily, "Brother, why should we lower ourselves to a Chinese man? Even if we can't beat him, I would rather die than lower the noble head of a Japanese ninja."
"What right do you have to negotiate with me?" Ling Yun said calmly. A blade of light suddenly appeared in his hand. With a casual wave, the blade of light flew out of his hand and sliced across Matsumoto Chizuru's neck with a sharp sound.
Matsumoto Chizuru never expected him to suddenly resort to such ruthlessness. In the blink of an eye, the light blade had already silently severed his neck. A head, too terrified to close its eyes, flew off and landed diagonally on a protruding steel bar in a broken concrete beam with a thud. The headless corpse still stood stiffly in place, but warm blood splattered all over the faces and bodies of Matsumoto Tomoki and the other two.
Matsumoto Taro and the other two were stunned. Before they could even react, Matsumoto Chizuru had been killed on the spot by Ling Yun. The speed and brutality of the attack left the three of them momentarily speechless.
Matsumoto Tomoki, incredulous, pointed a bloodied finger at Ling Yun and said in a trembling voice, "You...you actually killed my cousin! You've...you've offended the entire ninja clan behind Japan..."
Ling Yun sneered: "So what if I offended your ninja clan? Do I need a reason to kill you Japanese? I've already said it before, what right do you have to negotiate with me? Let me tell you, I must kill this Matsumoto Chizuru. I will never tolerate anyone who dares to threaten me and my friends living in this world."
When Matsumoto Chizuru brazenly used Yuqi to blackmail Ling Yun, it had already stirred a deep murderous intent within Ling Yun. If such a person wasn't eliminated quickly, the consequences would be endless. Having experienced so much, Ling Yun was no longer the naive and simple-minded boy he once was. He understood perfectly well that although Matsumoto Chizuru was now pleading pitifully, if he were in his position, he would likely be even more cruel and ruthless. So why should he, out of foolish kindness and soft-heartedness, spare this inhuman Japanese man before him?
Matsumoto Tomoki angrily said, "Ling Yun, you need to think carefully about the consequences. Making enemies of our ninjas will cost you and the Chinese Supernatural Abilities Headquarters behind you dearly. Do you want to make enemies for no reason?"
Ling Yun smiled faintly, his laughter carrying an indescribable coldness: "I only represent myself, not the China Superpower Headquarters. Don't misunderstand. Besides, as long as I kill you all to silence you, no one will know that I did it. Do you think I'm that stupid? Kill you and then tell your ninja clan that I killed them. If you want revenge, come find me. I'm not as stupid as you Japanese."
Matsumoto Tomoki and the other two turned pale. It turned out that the boy had never intended to let them go. Moreover, judging from his words, he had clearly been planning to kill them and had already prepared an escape route.
Suddenly, Ling Yun's expression changed, and his gaze involuntarily turned to a certain spot in the void. Although the Eye of Illusion was closed, his senses still detected a powerful aura appearing in the void.
Chapter 245 Reconciliation
Maxima grabbed the tip of the silver spear, ignoring the sharp point that cut his large, hard hand until it bled. He then slowly pulled the spearhead from his chest, the process incredibly slow, as if the silver spear weighed a ton. Even with the Thunder Berserker's immense strength, he could only move it a tiny fraction at a time. With each inch pulled out, the muscles in Maxima's face twitched grotesquely. The spearhead's protrusions were barbed, each barb carrying intense heat and electricity, gripping Maxima's muscle tissue tightly. Pulling the silver spear out was like tearing half his chest apart.
Xiao Rou was pushed by the force of his hand, and her hands weakly released the silver spear. She staggered back a few steps, and for a moment she felt dizzy. She took a deep breath and barely managed to stand up. She felt a solid feeling on her back and was already leaning against the wall of the underground bar.
Her face was pale, and she was only able to stay upright by the last bit of her weak mental energy. The ultimate thrust had already surpassed the highest power she could use before, and the benefits it brought were self-evident. As long as the girl could recover, she would step into a brand new realm. Breaking through the bottleneck of power would bring an explosive growth, and the upward potential was infinite until she encountered an even higher bottleneck.
However, the side effects were also obvious. Xiao Rou was now even weaker than an ordinary person. Not only was her mental energy field completely depleted, but her muscle tissue and internal organs had also suffered considerable shock. Fortunately, she had mastered the Holy Healing Technique; otherwise, the internal injuries would have immediately plunged her into a coma. A miniature barrier was rapidly repairing the tiny wounds caused by the ruptured capillaries within her body. Since the Holy Healing Technique did not have regenerative abilities, Xiao Rou was temporarily unable to move.
However, a huge problem loomed before them: Maxima was still alive, though severely injured. At least a high-level berserker still possessed some remaining power; even if he wasn't as powerful as a low-level, un-berserked berserker, he could easily tear the girl's frail body apart. If Xiaorou hadn't been injured, she could have easily killed Maxima.