Chapter 112: The Ambusher

  Skull and Arthur were thoroughly disappointed, they mobilized everyone to search, but didn't find anything valuable inside the ancient castle, not even where those iron men came from. In the underground tomb, five old ghosts were laughing loudly, Cook was crazily pounding his coffin, shouting with glee: "You fools, fools... We sealed all the passages hundreds of years ago, how could you flesh-and-blood people find us? Fools, fools, fools... Oh, let's give them a little fun."

  Kuk's hand snapped out, a faint green flame flashing across...

  Troy reluctantly led his companions out of the ancient castle, shaking his head at Arthur and saying, "Nothing was found, there's no evil presence in the castle. It's strange, did our senses deceive us?"

  Troy stared at Arthur in surprise, his eyes wide with alarm as the sword hurtled towards him. His instincts prepared to strike out with a palm, but having once been a Holy Knight, he vaguely discerned that Arthur's swordsmanship wasn't aimed at him. With a swift turn of thought, he swiftly turned around and unleashed a holy light.

  A rusty spearhead lay on the ground of the ancient castle, emitting a faint green glow as it silently pierced towards Troy's back. Arthur's sword clashed with it, splitting it into two pieces, which continued to fly towards Troy and collided with the holy light he emitted. Arthur and his companions watched in shock as the spearhead disintegrated in the holy light, even letting out a faint "squeak" like an insect dying.

  "Skelton asked in surprise: 'Mr. Troy, what's going on? What is this?'"

  Troy's face turned heavy, shaking his head and saying: "You've been deceived, there is a very powerful black magician here, no wonder they chose this place as the dueling arena. Hmm, a black magician whose tracks I couldn't detect, his strength is at least equal to mine... Who could it be? Be careful, let's withdraw."

  Murphy and Hagen summoned their own sacred artifacts, carefully guarding the rear as they escorted the group of ascetics and clergy out of the ancient fortress. Troy said in a low voice: "Everyone must be careful... My companions, you are different from me, I was once a holy knight, I can resist sudden attacks, but you don't have my combat power... For safety, Arthur, your people, protect my companions, they can provide great support to your people, as for me, give me a sword."

  Skell and Hagen exchanged a swift glance, as an ascetic who had laid down his arms, was about to take them up again. Was the situation really that severe? The two of them stole a look at the small ancient castle, but it seemed like nothing was amiss.

  Arthur respectfully handed over his stone sword, and Troy smiled: "No, dear Arthur, I don't need a powerful weapon, an ordinary two-handed sword will do."

  A court attendant handed over a long sword, Troy grasped it in his hand, dryly swung a sword flower, and said in a low voice: "It's been a long time since I've had this feeling... Hmm..." A white light like flowing water swirled inside the sword body, and before long, this ordinary fine steel two-handed sword actually emitted the white glow unique to sacred artifacts, although it was somewhat weak, but no one would doubt its power.

  Arthur's eyes widened: "Is this how a holy relic is born?"

  Troy smiled: "No, the holy artifact has undergone decades of holy power training, and after a long period of blessing by the ascetic monk, it became a holy artifact. It often also possesses a bit of the ability of that ascetic monk himself. My long sword, can only be said to be an elementary holy sword... Hmm, it's not comparable to a true holy artifact." After finishing speaking, he didn't care about the envious gazes of the nearby attendants and walked straight towards the forest where they would be camping for the night.

  "Skel cursed in a low voice: 'You bunch of bastards, do you want to lose face in front of Mr. Troy? Bah, what's the use of this holy sword? It just caught the attention of the Dark Council, and you'll die even faster.'"

  The executors didn't dare to speak up, it's also understandable, unless Troy lets the Vatican people have one of these primary holy swords each, otherwise, who would take such a weapon out of the Vatican and not be equivalent to saying: "Guys from the Dark Council, come and kill me..." The real sacred artifacts are all dared to come out and grab, let alone this kind that isn't very good?

  Troy arranged his companions beside Arthur and ran into the forest, desperately recalling his swordsmanship... Those chops, blocks, parries, and thrusts were so familiar back then, but after practicing for so long, he had forgotten everything. Troy grasped his head in distress; this was trouble. Originally, when he saw that the opponent only had thirteen grand duke-level vampires, he felt much more at ease, thinking that with his companions' abilities, they could drive them away. But now, there was actually a black magician with such formidable power existing - this was not good news.

  If they can't take out those dark mages in the first place, these young ones from the Vatican will definitely suffer huge losses. However, Arthur and his companions' abilities are not enough to instantly defeat someone as strong as themselves. If I use holy light to attack, the opponent's magic shield won't be a pushover either, right? It's still best to directly slash their bodies with my sword... But after stabbing them with one sword, what should I do next?

  After enduring so long, Troy's soul had become a vast and empty space. He couldn't help but let out a bitter smile, realizing he had forgotten everything. With a light sigh, Troy carefully wielded his long sword, beginning to recall the sword techniques that had slaughtered countless members of the Dark Assembly, filled with murderous intent.

  A gentle breeze blew by, and Troy's mind was completely immersed in the gradually familiar swordsmanship. Although it had been a long time since he last held the hilt of his sword, the tactile sensation that this weapon brought to him was still wonderfully beautiful. Two thin air ripples, mixed with the gentle breeze, softly stroked Troy's neck.

  Troy didn't notice the strange wave, he just suddenly knelt down on one knee and started to recall his prayer for strength from the angel. Then, he was surprised to find that the top of his head felt cool, a bunch of messy white hair flying around in the gentle breeze.

  Those two ambushing special jounin cursed, "Bakka!" They were about to take off this old man's head, but who knew he suddenly knelt down? What are you kneeling for in broad daylight? You're really an idiot.

  Troy's reaction was quick enough, knowing that swinging his sword to counterattack was already too late, and he didn't even see where the enemy was. So, a strong holy light burst out from his body, shooting out in all directions without any target. The two special ninjas had retreated far away after their first strike failed, but Troy's holy light was too fast, catching up to them and illuminating their figures hidden in the wind, making them visible.

  Troy shot forward like a meteor, with a long white tail of flame pursuing the two special ninjas. The intense sonic boom startled Arthur and his group who had already returned to their camp outside the forest. Arthur and his group hastily chased after them, holding weapons and shooting from the treetops.

  Two special ninjas were slightly startled. They weren't afraid of death, but wasn't it just an assassination of an old man? Why did they have to send so many people to hunt themselves down?

  The two did not dare to flee towards their own camp, that would be telling the other side: "Look, we didn't follow the rules of the duel, we just wanted to take you down before the duel." It's strange if Sakuya doesn't kill them.

  Troy drew closer and closer, almost near the canyon. Two special ninjas shouted and jumped directly from the high cliff, their feet tapping urgently, as if they were two large birds or falling leaves landing lightly on the ground. Troy complained: "At my age, why does the church still want me to come out and deal with these troublesome things? Alas...my training." He also jumped down. It's not possible to do things without asking clearly, Troy wanted to ask who had instructed these two guys to assassinate him, if it was someone from the other side, then he would have to punish them according to the rules of duel.

  Two ninjas escaped into the canyon, just as a huge bighorn sheep came running over, and with the wind came a faint humming sound: "Go." Then a slight breaking air sound was transmitted.

  The two of them took a quick glance and saw Dekula and his group of hunters not far away, staring at this side with their guns aimed at the poor argali. The two of them hastily activated the Five Elements Escape Technique and "whooshed" into the mud.

  Troy was indeed a bit too old, his physical reaction speed was not as good as before, and he didn't notice Yidun thirty meters away. He directly punched the ground and muttered: "Come out for me, you assassin without any righteousness, etiquette or dignity."

  "Look out!" Arthur yelled from behind the cliff. They also rushed to jump down, but where could they go?

  His words were drowned out by the intense explosion, a grenade had just hit that bighorn sheep, the massive blast turned the sheep into minced meat, Troy's ears were ringing 'buzz buzz buzz', he didn't even bother to throw that punch, retreating hastily.

  On the other side, Deakura burst out laughing and the Gatling gun in his hand fired a burst of shots. Yichen laughed loudly and deliberately shouted: "Mr. Deakula is quite good at this! Do you need to shoot a mountain goat like this? Come on!" The submachine gun in his hand also started firing without mercy. Sakura continued to viciously pull the trigger, firing all 17 remaining grenades from her grenade launcher.

  Cain burst out laughing: "I love it, hunting is all about this kind of thrill!" With a loud whoosh, the single-soldier anti-tank rocket he had been carrying on his shoulder shot forward.

  The canyon was a mess of gunfire and explosions, with massive dust and smoke blocking the view. Suddenly, a powerful dragon-like holy power swept out from where Troy was hiding, clearing away bullets, shrapnel, dust, and smoke, revealing Troy's slightly disheveled figure. Yī Chén cried out in mock surprise: "My god, how is there someone there? Cease fire, cease fire..."

  Arthur and others rushed to the scene, staring at Yichun and others with a tiger-like gaze.

  "Are you doing this on purpose?" Skye asked in a low voice. "Sending someone to assassinate Mr. Troy and then ambushing us here?"

  Yi Chen pulled back the eager Sakura, and himself went forward, with an innocent face said: "Oh, sir, noble sir, I'm really sorry... We were hunting, our target was originally that rock sheep, but this Mr. Troy, why did he suddenly appear near our target? This is really an unfortunate thing, he wasn't hurt, right? To say we intentionally tried to assassinate Mr. Troy, how could that be possible?"

  Without waiting for Trois to respond, Yichun had already spread out his hands and said sincerely: "You see, I know you're all people with powerful and strange abilities, Mr. Trois is unscathed after all. If I really wanted to assassinate you, I would have arranged for a batch of heavy artillery, why would I use this light weapon?"

  "Good God, are you hunting?! Hmm? You hunt with these kinds of weapons?! Do you think we're fools?!" He pointed at Eichi's submachine gun, then at Dekura's Gatling gun, Sakura's grenade launcher, and Cain's still-smoking rocket launcher.

  Troy walked up with a wry smile, shaking his head silently. His heart, which had been as calm as an ancient well, was now stirred up. Who had he provoked? First, two strange people almost chopped off their own heads, and then when chasing after them, they were inexplicably taught a lesson by modern firearms. Although they didn't get hurt, it was truly unjust. So, let Arthur deal with them.

  Yi Chen blinked his eyes, pointing to the seven vampires behind him, who were carrying their prey - a few crippled mountain goats, rabbits with holes all over their bodies, and eagles with their bellies blown open. He said helplessly, "You see, we've caught so many prey, of course we're hunting... If you say we intentionally tried to assassinate Mr. Troy, that's absolutely not true... Of course, maybe our habits are a bit strange, and you can't accept our way of hunting, but don't you think it's more exciting to use machine guns to hunt?"

  Arthur was stunned, he completely lost his words. He couldn't catch the two special ninjas, so he didn't have any evidence to say that it was Yichen who arranged this thing, let alone, what if he caught them? As long as Yichen said lightly: "These two guys are not our people." What could Arthur do?

  The Vatican's people angrily retreated, leaving only Troy to glance at Yichen with a smile.

  Yi Chen smiled faintly, slightly bowing to Troy, his face revealing extreme apology and embarrassment. However, as soon as Troy and the others left, Yi Chen immediately changed his expression, viciously muttering: "Damn it, Sakura, if I had known your people would bring this old guy here, Cain's rocket launcher should have been loaded with armor-piercing rounds... Phil, keep in touch with those guys, they should be entering sniping position."

  Deacula chuckled a few times: "Although I didn't kill him, being able to wield my weapon and sweep it at a high-ranking clergy member with impunity is truly exhilarating. Ha! Especially given my identity as their arch-nemesis, it's absolutely thrilling."

  A group of people let out a sinister laugh. Chikov, however, walked towards the spot where the mountain goat had been blown to smithereens, muttering: "Wasted so many bullets, gotta pick up something on the way back, paying without getting anything in return is what idiots do... Boss, great, there's still half a leg left, can make soup with it."

  Yi Chen didn't care about Chekhov, muttering to Sakura: "Your subordinate, it's best not to provoke those too powerful figures, we'll slowly eliminate their subordinates, if we can take out five or six of them in one day, by the time of the final duel, I wonder if they'll still be able to smile."

  Sakura nodded slightly, just about to say something, when Dekula interrupted: "Ha, we need to create an opportunity for them to fall alone, and then, we'll concentrate our superior forces and finish them off once and for all. The Japanese have around 200 people hiding in ambush, my subordinates have over a hundred top-notch experts hiding in ambush, heh heh, those idiots still think we only have the hundred or so people on the surface, before the decisive battle, we can take out most of their men."

  Yi Chen nodded, and Sakura forgot again what she wanted to say earlier. Curiously, she asked Dequla: "Mr. Dequla, where are your subordinates hiding?"

  Chekhov came running back, carrying a half-cooked mutton leg and chuckling: "Them? There were some guys hiding under my campaign bed, I just threw a few socks in there for them to play with this morning." The seven evil vampires burst out laughing wildly, it was really delightful to see fellow creatures of the same kind suffering.

  Sakura quickly glanced at Chekhov's feet and saw that he was wearing black socks, her face turned a bit pale.

  Yi Chen glanced at the spoils of war in everyone's hands, shrugged and said: "It's almost an entire morning, our harvest is not bad, good weapons only have good prey, we should go back... Everyone thinks about it, how can we make them accurately know the number of people on our side? And also let them clearly understand that our people are all in the barracks at all times, so as to facilitate our attack on them."

  A group of people returned to the camp, planning their next move, and handed over the incomplete prey to Sakura's subordinates for cleanup. Suddenly, Sakura's teacher walked over, saying in a low voice, "Sakura, come with me." He turned and headed towards one side of the ancient castle.

  Sakura made a gesture of apology and hastily followed. Yichun smiled and sat down at the dinner table under the big tree, chatting with Dequla in a desultory manner, while Shen Nian had secretly followed Sakura. In his heart, Yichun muttered: "I didn't intentionally eavesdrop, but this old man seems to be very dissatisfied with me, I don't want to be stabbed in the back by him."

  Sakura and the short, thin old man walked to a corner of the ancient castle wall and stopped. Sakura respectfully asked him: "Professor Iwata, do you have any instructions?" Yì chén secretly rejoiced that if he hadn't recently learned a few Japanese phrases in order to deal with Yamaguchi's group, he really wouldn't have understood what Sakura was saying.

  Iwata old man hummed loudly: "Sakura, you were sent to Mt. Fuji since childhood, I know your nature. You are an excellent warrior, but you are not suitable for being an excellent leader, sometimes you are too muddled... Why do you get so close to that Chinese guy?"

  Sakura looked at Iwata with a calm expression: "Teacher, I don't care how you evaluate me, but Yi is my friend."

  Iwata scolded him in a low voice: "Shut up, the Chinese are unreliable. That Yi Chen is just using the power of your Yamaguchi-gumi to make money for himself. Look at how much he's taken advantage of you? Hachigoro, are you an idiot? Yes, Sakura, this kid is an idiot. You bought a batch of arms from him and then actually bought a plane from him too, what an idiot."

  Sakura frowned: "Mr. Iwata, the things that Yi gave me are all what we need. Your words don't make any sense, although Yi is a Chinese person, he is my friend."

  A loud slap landed on Sakura's face, and Iwata let out a low growl: "Shut up, you half-breed. Don't think that just because you're now acting as the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi in London, you can defy me. Nothing goes on within the organization without my knowledge... You're Yamaguchi's illegitimate child, huh? Do you think you can get away with anything? A true half-breed, actually befriending a Chinese person."

  Sakura bowed her head heavily and said loudly: "Hey, thank you for your teachings."

  "Remember, Sakura, don't trust that guy, hmm... But anyway, although I know you're the kid that Iwata carelessly brought into this world, after all, you are my disciple, and I will take care of you. As long as you listen to me wholeheartedly, I will support you in becoming the master of the Hayashi family. Think about it carefully for yourself." Iwata stroked his mustache, walking back with a pleased expression.

  Yi Chen sneered, this old ghost seemed to be unwilling to be lonely and wanted to control Sakura. Seeing that Sakura insisted on making friends with him, he simply exposed Sakura's privacy, attacking his psychological defense line, and indeed a bastard.

  Sakura stood still, her clothes fluttering wildly, she slowly raised her head, a pair of beautiful big eyes flashing with black light, revealing a killing intent, her long hair flying in the air like a spirit snake.

  Yi Chen 'watched' this scene, his heart moved: "Hmmm, should I take the opportunity to get rid of this old devil Rockwell? Hmmm... it can appropriately increase a bit of hatred between the Japanese and the Vatican. Best, best put the corpses of both sides together? Hmmm, should I ask Sakura's opinion?"

  Sakura walked back with a normal expression, but Yichen still keenly noticed his slightly trembling hands. Yichen smiled and beckoned him: "Sakura, come here, come here, I've prepared the best wine for you."

  Sakura walked over with a stiff smile, sat down gently, and Deikura, who had become more refined, poured Sakura a cup of wine. He whispered to ask, "Little friend having some trouble? Hmm? I see your complexion isn't very good, right? Uh, the fine blood vessels on your face are a bit congested, got slapped in the face?"

  Yi Chen smiled slyly at Sakura and suddenly asked him directly: "Want me to take out that teacher of yours?"

  Sakura was taken aback, her whole body trembling as she carefully looked around and found that there were only Eichin and Dekula's people nearby. She quickly whispered: "Shh, how can you say that? The experts in the camp are all trained by Sensei Iwata, and they are loyal to him except for their own families... Be careful... Why did you ask that?"

  Yi Chen smiled and said: "This, I see your expression is not good, and that old man, seems to have a very arrogant aura on him. You give me one US dollar, I think Mr. Dracula will be happy to help, huh? Hmm? Mr. Dracula, that old man's blood must be very nourishing."

  "Killing him would be of no benefit to me," Deacula muttered, "although a human is worthless, it's not worth attacking a skilled human for just one dollar."

  "What's the harm in that? If we kill this old man, Sakura's experts will definitely think it was the Church who did it. They'll definitely go after the Church to vent their anger. Originally they only had ten percent strength, but now they might be able to exert twelve percent... Being able to take down the Church, isn't that a wonderful thing?"

  Sakura looked at Yichun and Dekula discussing the issue, Yichun was a bit too ruthless, and simply threw Sakura aside, completely treating him as if he had already agreed to take down Iwata. Sakura stuttered: "Yi, this matter, we should..."

  Yi Chen waved his hand to shoo away the flies, interrupting Sakura's words, and smiled at Deacula: "Besides, look, I've taken care of him for you. You can have a nice drink of blood now. Such strong human blood must be something you'd love to try, right? And we can frame the Church for it too."

  Deacula nodded slightly, he was already a bit moved.

  Sakura licked her lips and said anxiously: "Yi, you can't just take action like that... Iwata-sensei is extremely formidable, a high-ranking expert."

  "Oh, so you're afraid that Mr. Dekula can't handle him? Well, that's a problem too."

  Deacula's face changed, and he said gloomily: "What did you say? I can't deal with a human being? Easy, you are insulting me, it must be."

  "Alright, for one US dollar, go take him down and let me see... Look, he was just bullying our little friend, wasn't he, Sakura? Don't you want to take him down? Huh? If you take him down, you can become the true leader of these people, right? Huh? Right now, your status is the highest among these people, isn't it? Maybe after this duel is over, you can find an excuse to let those super-strong warriors from the Lin family stay in London? You increasing your own strength, isn't that a good thing?"

  Sakura closed her eyes and began to think, while Dekula was already gritting his teeth. He thought to himself: "Ei Jirai said I couldn't take down a dead old man? Watch me play with him... Hmm, frame the Church's people for it, so I'll send someone to kidnap two low-ranking clergy members and have them die together, hmm, what a perfect plan."

  Sakura's expression changed rapidly, he nodded heavily and said: "So, I'm counting on you... There are no feelings between him and me." He reached into his pocket, only to find that he didn't have a single bill on him.

  Yī chén qīng sōng de zhāo lái le jié sī tè, cóng tā de shēn shàng tāo chū le jǐ gè yìng bì gěi le dé kù lā, xiào xī xī de shuō: "Dé kù lā xiān shēng, jiù bài tuō nín le... Jié sī tè, nǐ zhēn diū liǎn, shēn shàng jū zhě yǒu dà é yì diǎn de yìng bì dōu méi yǒu..."

  Dekeula stared at the coin in his hand, his eyes wide with anger, and said viciously: "Yi, you said it was one US dollar, what do you mean now? Are you insulting me for not knowing how to count?"

  Yi Chen said matter-of-factly, "When I acted as an agent for the hitman business, I always took a 25% commission. Is there anything wrong with that? Look, I gave you 80% of the amount and even deducted 5% less."

  "Ah, yes, Dracula, this is the way of things, don't you know? Alas, you pampered and privileged undead aristocrats..."

  Chekhov hastily chimed in with a smile: "How can you possibly know the difficulties of us freeloaders?"

  Yi Chen gave each of them a kick, sending them flying, and chuckled: "See, now it's perfect. Tonight, huh?"

  Sakura nodded silently and looked at Deikula. Deikula angrily clenched his fist, crushing the coins into powder, and scattered them with a wave of his hand.

  After lunch, Sakura's side began to implement Yichen's plan, making all the publicly exposed personnel plans. As a result, all of Sakura's subordinates jumped out with great enthusiasm, dancing swords and guns in front of the barracks or on the ancient castle walls, making quite a lively scene. The others inside the barracks also came out from time to time to show their faces, and within an hour, Arthur and his team had already calculated the specific number of people on Sakura's side.

  Hagen burst out laughing: "These fools, we've got them figured out. But, they have a lot of masters on their side..." He instinctively furrowed his brow.

  Sker also nodded: "Yes, most of us here are not members of the referee system. In close combat, our subordinates might be at a disadvantage."

  Troy shook his head: "Perhaps we should seek support from the Vatican?"

  Skull's heart skipped a beat, and he hastily said: "There is no support, Lord Galanti said that the main force should be placed in the church, and our side only has so many people. How dare he tell Troy that Galanti simply forged an order to gather people for him?

  It was a noisy afternoon, and the quiet night fell.

  Both sides' tents were brightly lit, Arthur and his group were sincerely praying for something, probably their evening homework or something else. In Dracula's tent, a card table was set up, and they were gambling again, with Chikov and others shouting the loudest, just because they lost money and didn't want to admit it, or got caught cheating and other nonsense.

  As for Phil and Gore, they somehow got a withered log, enthusiastically carved it into a wooden drum, and frantically beat on it, stripping off their clothes and shouting out strange tunes. A group of top-notch masters from the four major families gathered around to join in the excitement, clapping their hands and cheering non-stop. Moreover, they all had an old habit of the Japanese people - whenever they got excited, they would drink excessively, but since their stomachs couldn't hold more than two liang of white wine, one by one, they became drunk and started shouting loudly.

  Kane, having nothing to do, started practicing his fists in the woods next to the barracks. His loud and powerful punches shattered tree after tree, causing them to fall to the ground with a deafening crash, while the birds nesting in the trees were startled into flight, their shrill cries piercing the air.

  The commotion lasted until midnight, and Arthur's people could no longer bear it. One by one, they stormed out of the mobile house, gazing angrily at the chaotic camp on the other side. Troy sighed: "These people indulging in sin... The world is indeed too filthy, too noisy." A group of ascetic monks nodded in unison, sighing without a word.

  Arthur shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's good that they're making such a fuss. At least those two attackers won't be able to sneak up on us during the day... But I still suspect that those attackers are connected to them."

  Murphy fell silent for a moment, shaking his head: "Regardless of whether it's related or not, we should be careful ourselves. Given the style of those Japanese people, they will definitely not wait until the date to openly duel with us. Tomorrow, I want to carefully survey the terrain of the ancient castle. I'm afraid they might have set up magical traps, and we need to check every corner with holy light."

  A few people nodded, and Troy instructed, "Look at their enthusiasm is still high, it's not possible to stop for the time being, everyone go rest, slightly block the function of the five senses, and you won't hear this noise. Sigh..."

  These high-ranking officials have all gone to rest, only those who keep watch are left, one by one looking furiously at the noisy crowd in front.

  The two bailiffs of the court walked around the camp in boredom, whispering to each other: "They're too much, although we're not so-called knights, but at least before a duel, you should keep some respect for your opponent and yourself? Where did they learn this nonsense?"

  "If it weren't for Mr. Troy's orders, I really wanted to try and take on the people who came first."

  A ghostly, powerless voice came over: "No chance, idiots." Four strong and powerful arms suddenly flashed out from behind them, tightly covering the necks of the two unlucky attendants, lifting them off the ground and dragging them into the woods. Shabya and Kru, who had been forced to hide under Chekhov's bed for a whole day, were now furious and almost strangled these two unlucky low-ranking attendants to death.

  On this side, taking advantage of the commotion, Yichun sneaked out of Dekura's tent, while Dekura had transformed into a small white-gold bat and hid in Yichun's long hair, squeaking: "Damn it, why did you come up with such an idea? That old Japanese man, I can defeat him head-on."

  Yi Chen quietly approached the tent of Yamada, who had a strange habit of not allowing anyone to stay near his tent, which was located at the edge of the camp. Yi Chen lightly snapped his fingers at the entrance of the tent and called out in a low voice: "Mr. Yamada, come with me."

  Further out, a dozen or so bats had joined forces to cast the Dark System's magic, blocking out the light and sound from the surrounding area. The hidden special jounin didn't notice anything unusual, and Yī Chén had already led Rokuda with a cold smile into the forest.

  Si Ke and the others saw Yi Chen leave with someone, so they lazily flew around in the air for a while, maliciously chirping at Arthur's side a few times, before rushing back to the tent where the gambling was still going on.

  Yi Chen walked lightly with a relaxed pace, taking Ishida deep into the mountains. Ishida sneered and said in a low voice, "You don't have to go this far, do you? What business do you have with me?" Yi Chen remained silent and continued walking forward.

  Iwata hesitated for a moment, focused his energy on his ears, and listened carefully, but didn't discover anyone else nearby. He felt relieved again and followed boldly. However, although he was relieved, he still summoned all his strength, ready to react at any time.

  Deacula's small paws grasped Ye Chen's earlobe tightly, muttering: "Hmmm, where should I take a bite? This old man's vital energy is so rich and abundant, I like it, it's a delicacy. Hmmm, the neck? No, that's too common; the wrist? Hmmm, there are too many tendons there, not tasty; dig out his heart and suck it in mid-air? Hmmm, this old man is so dark and dirty, has he taken a bath?"

  Yì chén tightly furrowed his brow, "Damn it, you usually act like a super aristocrat, but now that 'delicious food' is in front of you, you're even more nagging than Chekhov, what's wrong with you?"

  Yi Chen walked lightly to a small valley and finally stopped.

  Iwata glanced around and said with a swagger: "Hmph, you little Chinese kid, what did you bring me here for? Do you think your little bit of kung fu can take on me? Let me tell you, ordinary firearms are useless against me."

  Yi Chen took a few steps forward, with a flattering smile on his face, and bowed to say: "Dear Mr. Iwata, I heard from Sakura today that you seem to have some misunderstanding about me... actually, I'm a great admirer of the culture of the Great Japanese Empire... why do you want to be hostile towards me?"

  Iwata burst out laughing: "Ah, so you're... Hmm, you really admire us? Well, in that case, you can be considered a loyal subject of the Great Japanese Empire too. If you're willing to follow my lead, I'll make sure Sakura takes good care of you." In his heart, Iwata was overjoyed - it turned out that Yī Chén was afraid of losing face in front of his subordinates, so he had brought him all the way here. Understandable, understandable, these Chinese people always have to save face sometimes.

  Yi Chen took a few steps forward, smiling and saying: "Of course, the erotic culture of the Great Japanese Empire, my subordinates and I are all very fond of it." Yi Chen's body leaned forward slightly, he had already made his move.

  Iwata is muttering to himself, what's with Yichen's weird words? Bah, aside from perverted culture, doesn't the Great Japanese Empire have anything better? Is this kid messing with me?

  Iwata had just regained his composure when a strong gust of wind suddenly struck him. Iwata was shocked and looked up to see Yichun's long hair flying wildly, her body emitting a soft, ethereal glow in all directions. With every movement of her hands and feet, a fierce gust of wind burst forth, and the punch that flew straight at him seemed to contain an unyielding energy that could strike any part of his body at any moment.

  Iwata's eyes widened: "Yakya Road, how did I not see that you're also a skilled fighter?" He raised his fist and struck out with a palm, a blast of air carrying a scorching heat wave slashing towards Yidun.

  Yi Chen let out a strange laugh: "Heh heh, the Escaping Heaven Book stolen from China is not bad, you've even managed to get the Three Flavors True Fire?" Yi Chen smiled and threw a punch at Iwata's Palm Wind.

  Iwata sneered, "With your young age, how much power do you have? Dare to compete with me? Even if you know where our skills come from, what does it matter?" Iwata exhaled loudly and released all the internal energy he had cultivated for over a hundred years without holding back. Suddenly, a red light as thick as a palm column mixed with thunderous sounds, like a fire dragon, pounced towards Yidun.

  A faint dust floated lightly, the fist wind and fire dragon had not even made contact, yet he had already flipped out with a somersault. Then, a white gold light shot from his shoulder towards Iwata's face, an ear-piercing howl sounded, and a powerful dark power enveloped the surroundings.

  Iwata spat out blood, and Yi Chen's fist was so powerful that it was a feint. This made him even more furious. The monster rushing towards him was too strong. Dekura let out a strange cry as he transformed from a bat to a human shape in mid-air, then threw a straight punch at Iwata's chest. As for how Iwata became the head of the four families, he had originally focused all his energy on Yi Chen. At this moment, he took a deep breath, and with the flow of true energy, his body was suddenly filled with power again. He barely endured Dekura's punch and retreated wildly.

  "Damn it, if I wasn't afraid of killing you and making the blood not fresh, I would have killed you directly... Don't run, you are my midnight snack."

  Iwata looked at Deacula with a mixture of fear and disgust, thinking to himself: "Is this the so-called vampire? Hmph, does he think I'm food? He dares to look down on me?" Iwata waved his hand, and a dark gust of wind rose from the ground, a black smoke rushing towards Deacula.

  Yi Chen had already landed on the other side, and seeing Iwata use a secret technique to deal with Dekura, he suddenly clapped his hands and shouted: "Mr. Dekura, be careful! While people eat pork, there are also many people who get injured by wild boars!"

  "Dracula, that madman! What is Yī Chén yelling about beside him? He's not even prepared to eat the midnight snack, his eyes are glowing red, and the clothes on his back are suddenly torn apart by two huge bat wings. He lets out a loud roar, and punches out a black electric pillar that collides with the black smoke from the rocky field. A faint crackling sound can be heard, and countless vengeful spirits can be seen fleeing in all directions within the black smoke, only to be annihilated by Dracula's dark powers..."

  Iwata has already caught his breath and is about to make a dash towards Dekura.

  A black lightning bolt came down from the sky, a mournful sword wind seemed to tear apart the entire world in an instant and reached Iwata's back. Iwata was greatly shocked, how could someone launch a surprise attack on himself from such a high place?

  He didn't even have time to think that much, the sharp sword light had already penetrated from his back heart, out of his front heart, and then cut down along his spine, and then swung his hand up, and Ishida was split into two pieces.

  "Easy shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: 'OK, got it... Hey, you guys...'"

  Sakura sheathed his sword with a smile, just as Deikula's fist had already landed squarely in front of him. Looking at Deikula's silent face, it was unclear whether he did it on purpose or unintentionally.

  Sakura was shocked, and for no reason at all, she was punched by a high-ranking vampire. It didn't feel good. "Killing Moon" hastily unsheathed itself, letting out a low hum as it wove a dense network of over a thousand layers of sword energy. A chaotic clanging sound echoed through the air as the punch and sword clashed for about five seconds before Dracula furrowed his brow, withdrew his fist, and muttered to himself: "What a sharp treasure of a sword... truly a good thing. However, you shouldn't have wasted my food like that - you sliced him open, what a waste, such excellent blood." A drop of blood dripped from his fist, dispersing into the air before it could even fall.

  Sakura's wrist also went numb, and she muttered: "What a hard punch, fortunately I wasn't hit by him, what a terrifying creature."

  On this side, Yichun had already begun to examine the body of Iwata. He smiled, and a faint holy light appeared on his hands. Although weak, it was indeed genuine holy light. Then these holy lights gathered into a holy sword, slowly cutting through Iwata's two corpses, cutting them as if they had been beheaded by a holy sword.

  Deacula stared at Yicun in shock: "Satan is above, you don't believe in God, why can you use holy power?"

  Yi Chen looked at him strangely: "Why must you believe in God? Mr. Jest, he worships Satan, if he wants to, his inverted holy light can still be transformed into holy power... As for me, having hung out with him for so long, I should learn something too. Don't be surprised, my holy power is too weak, probably only enough to kill a chicken, so usually I don't even bother using it."

  With a casual flick of her hair, Yi Chen stood up, smiling and said: "However, it's enough to fake a corpse. As long as there's a hint of sacred power left behind... Hmm, what's still missing?"

  Sabia and Kuru dragged two poor low-ranking officials to the scene, cackling with laughter: "Lord Dekura, we succeeded... Ah, their blood tastes so good."

  Yi Chen was taken aback, and then exclaimed: "You sucked their blood? Damn it, isn't it obvious to anyone that they were killed by vampires? What's the point of framing them now... Framing is best when the other party discovers the scene. You guys are really stupid, don't you know how to use this trick?"

  "We would never stoop to using such tactics."

  "So in the Middle Ages you were killed and fled all over the world... Hmph, bring me the corpses, I'll take care of them."

  Deacula glared at Sabi and Kuru, extremely dissatisfied that they dared to drink blood when he hadn't even had a midnight snack, which was utterly disrespectful to him.

  Yi Chen took over the two corpses, pulled out a dagger and started cutting their necks. He then grabbed one half of Iwata's body with his claws and scratched the necks of the two corpses wildly, almost tearing off their heads. After that, Yi Chen punched the ground, making it uneven, as if most of the blood had already been blown away by the wind. Only then did he stop, satisfied, and arranged the two corpses and the two pieces of Iwata's body in a suitable position. The two executioners' swords were also stained with some of Iwata's blood before being broken in half and thrown aside.

  Yi Chen thought for a moment, then picked up the broken sword and fiercely slashed it on the rock several times before stopping with satisfaction. He waved his hand to signal that everyone could retreat.

  Dracula ordered Sabiá and Kuru to transform into bats, viciously stuffing them into his coat pockets. As he walked towards the campsite, he crazily squeezed his pockets, muttering menacingly: "You two are really too bold... before I, Duke Dracula, have even enjoyed myself, you dare..."

  Sakura looked at Yidun and asked: "Yi, I really didn't know, you actually have a good set of skills too, it's really not visible at all."

  Yi Chen shrugged and said with a sly tone: "What can I do? You see, the abilities of my subordinates are not bad, right?"

  Sakura nodded repeatedly: "I see, Mr. Jester and his team are indeed top-notch, perhaps not as good as the high-ranking officials of the Vatican, but compared to my subordinates' special ninjas, they are already much stronger."

  "Hehe, so my skills were all taught by them, can't help it, they're afraid I'll get killed... Actually, today was just to attract Rock's attention, I don't dare to clash with him head-on, I'm clear about my own strength. But Sakura took down Rock with one sword, that was really clean and efficient."

  Sakura's face slightly flushed: "You're too kind, if it wasn't for the power of 'Killing Moon', the real me wouldn't be a match for Professor Iwata... Moreover, I snuck up on him from 2000 meters high, it's really sorry to him, but he was also too unkind... He actually wanted to annex our Lin family, how is that possible?"

  Yi Chen smiled: "Of course, family interests, after all, Sakura may become the master of the Lin family, right? Can't let him do whatever he wants."

  Yi Chen lightly and easily, again in Sakura's heart planted a poisonous grass. Sakura whispered: "The head of the Lin family? That is a position that only Mr. Yamaguchi's direct relatives can take."

  Yi Chen chuckled a few times and didn't say anything.

  Sakura smiled and didn't say anything either.

  De Qiula sneered and pinched his own pocket with a 'crackling' sound, viciously kicking away the stones on the road...