Chapter 668: Chapter 668

Long Yi was dumbstruck at that moment; as Ding Fan flicked his hand, a sharp screech that tore through the air descended upon him.

Before Long Yi could comprehend what it was, the arm holding his samurai sword was severed cleanly.

"Ah…" Long Yi let out a miserable cry before collapsing onto one knee on the ground, sweat breaking out on his forehead, his entire body starting to tremble violently from the pain.

"How is this possible? What is that?" Long Yi's face was filled with disbelief. He genuinely didn't understand what Ding Fan had thrown—how could such a powerful thing be tossed so casually with a flick of the wrist. "What kind of demon art are you using?"

Long Yi didn't get a clear look, and Er Mao, who was standing aside, was so shocked that he was at a loss for words.

Er Mao had also practiced ancient martial arts, yet his and Zhunxing's reasons for doing so were the same—to enhance their skills in killing. They didn't have much ambition in martial arts.

Therefore, he had never witnessed something as advanced as the Wind Blade.

Zhunxing, who had already seen Ding Fan's Wind Blade, was still irresistibly shocked by it. It was the same visual, but the impact was profoundly different.

At this time, Ding Fan stood with his hands behind his back, not far from Long Yi, his expression relaxed as if the person who had just chopped off Long Yi's arm had nothing to do with him.

"It seems you are nothing more than this…"

"You… you…" Long Yi bit his lip hard, using this to endure the heart-wrenching pain from his amputated arm.

"Alright, should we have a proper talk now?" Ding Fan walked in front of Long Yi with an air of ease.

"Talk? Talk about what?" Long Yi said with a tight frown.

"Who all from your group came to Singapore and who is in charge of the operation to strangle Red Spider—where are they now?" Ding Fan asked.

Since they came knocking on his door, Ding Fan didn't have the patience to procrastinate. Since they had killed so many on his side, he would retaliate all the more fiercely.

Ding Fan's principle was simple: show me an inch of respect, and I'll return a foot, but if you cross me, I'll return it a hundredfold.

Ding Fan would not even consider repaying malice with kindness.

For some, repaying evil with good might be possible, but trying to use one's actions to change an enemy's heart—such a thing Ding Fan would never do.

If you provoke me, I'll return it tenfold!

"So you wanted to know our core information… Tell you what, don't even dream about it. As samurais who honor ultimate glory, we will never divulge these matters to you."

Ding Fan did not bother with more words to Long Yi; he went over and picked up the samurai sword that Long Yi had dropped.

Seeing Ding Fan pick up the samurai sword, Long Yi tensed up. "…What are you going to do…"

After evaluating the samurai sword in his hand, Ding Fan stretched out two fingers with his left hand, then forcefully snapped the sword cleanly with a flick of those fingers.

With a crisp sound… the samurai sword broke cleanly in two between Ding Fan's fingers.

"How is this possible?" Long Yi's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets.

It was known that the blade of a samurai sword was of high quality. Long Yi, being a Jonin, had an even more exceptional blade in his hands. Such a samurai sword was not supposed to break even under a hundred pounds of force, yet Ding Fan had easily snipped it with just two fingers. This showed just how terrifying the strength of those two fingers was.

Ding Fan shook his head slightly. "The swords from Japan are too inferior. Bring me another one."

Long Yi really wanted to argue with Ding Fan about the superior forging skills of Japan, but then looking at the samurai sword broken by Ding Fan, he didn't know where to start.

Meanwhile, Er Mao was very perceptive; he promptly handed over a machete.

Ding Fan caught the machete, weighed it in his hand, and then, without even lifting his head, spoke to Long Yi who was beside him. "I heard you could skin a person completely in a short time, leaving behind only the internal organs and bones… What's your fastest time?"

Long Yi became even more anxious upon hearing Ding Fan mention this. "What… what are you planning? I've already surrendered. Huaxia Country is a land of etiquette. How can you resort to such despicable acts?"

After listening to Long Yi, Ding Fan laughed as if hearing the funniest joke. "Oh, so even you know that such acts are despicable?"

Long Yi's face flushed red with restraint. "We are simply doing whatever it takes to achieve our aims; however, you have morals, you have etiquette… you can't do that!"

Ding Fan scoffed lightly. "Your logic is truly laughable. Japan can use such methods; when you use them, they are justified, but when we use them, they are despicable… I've really come to admire the verbal acrobatics of you Japanese."

Without wasting more words with Long Yi, Ding Fan whirled the machete in his hand and didn't hesitate to start dancing with it.

In the blink of an eye, the flesh was cleanly sliced off Long Yi's remaining left arm, leaving only white bone.

"Ah…" Long Yi let out another agonizing scream.

Zhunxing and Er Mao, both experts with blades, could tell Ding Fan sliced off the flesh effortlessly in the blink of an eye—such blade technique was truly transcendent.

Moreover, it was only after Ding Fan had sheathed his blade that Long Yi screamed, showing just how fast Ding Fan's cut was.

"My hand… my hand…" Long Yi lifted his left hand, now reduced to bone, which surprisingly could still move.

Despite being in extreme pain, Long Yi understood what had happened.

Ding Fan had stripped away the flesh and left the tendons and bones intact, which was why he could still move his arm.

However, even at such speed, the ability to leave a person's muscles and bones intact was simply beyond belief. Even Long Yi himself had to admit, he had never seen such an extraordinary Blade Technique.

"Now, can you tell me what you know?" Ding Fan still appeared as calm and unperturbed as ever.

At this point, Long Yi was trembling all over from the pain. "I... I can't tell you, if I do, they'll kill me," Long Yi gritted his teeth and said through the pain.

"You say they'll kill you, but if you don't talk, I'll cut your flesh inch by inch from your body right now. You might want to imagine what it'll be like, walking around as a skeleton," Ding Fan said.

Walking around as a skeleton?

Fear filled Long Yi's eyes.

By now, Long Yi had no doubts about Ding Fan's Blade Technique and was utterly convinced that Ding Fan would follow through with his threat.

Ding Fan was clearly a man of his word, action mirroring speech.

"I'll give you three seconds to think. If you still don't talk, I wouldn't mind starting with shaving your right leg down to the bone!" Ding Fan glanced at the machete in his hand.

"No, no... I'll talk, I'll tell you anything you want to know! Please, just stop, don't chop any more..." At this point, Long Yi was truly frightened by Ding Fan; he was genuinely worried that if he pleaded too late, Ding Fan would turn his right leg into bare bone.

Zhunxing, who had been watching Long Yi tower over Yang Wu before, felt a burst of satisfaction seeing him now shivering with fear—it was truly a case of the biter being bit.

Seeing how easily Ding Fan had brought Long Yi to his knees without even seeming to exert much effort made Zhunxing realize just how outclassed Long Yi was.

Er Mao also looked on with admiration. He had witnessed Long Yi's extraordinary Blade Technique, yet that same impressive figure seemed no more significant than a chick in front of Ding Fan.

What does it mean to be a master? What does it mean to be ruthless?

Ding Fan was the very definition!

Seeing Long Yi's compliance, Ding Fan went straight to the point. "Spit out everything you know. You'd better tell me everything, or I might get upset, and who knows which part of you might end up bone," he said.

"Rest assured, I'll tell you everything I know, I definitely won't hide anything," Long Yi replied, his aura gone completely. He was no different from a dog at this point, willing to do anything to save his own life.

"Our team leader is called Bian Zhimu..."

Bian Zhimu!? Ding Fan was taken aback when he heard the name.

This Bian Zhimu was the adoptive son of the Demon Sect's leader. Ding Fan truly hadn't expected this affair to be linked to Bian Zhimu.

"Why would Bian Zhimu get involved with the Sankou Group?" Ding Fan asked.

Seeing that Ding Fan recognized Bian Zhimu, Long Yi was momentarily taken aback but then continued, "Bian Zhimu is currently the leader of the Sankou Group... He knew Red Spider was always hostile towards the Sankou Group, so he initiated the attack..."

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Bian Zhimu, a member of the Demon Sect, had now gone to Japan to take over as the leader of the Sankou Group.

Bian Zhimu had first sent people to steal the Peiyuan Stone from Bian Zixuan, then later set up an ambush to take the Heavenly Book Fragment from the Quanzhen Xuanmen, but ultimately failed.

This time, Ding Fan didn't understand why Bian Zhimu wanted to be the leader of the Sankou Group—what exactly was he thinking?

"So, where is Bian Zhimu now?"

Long Yi replied, "Bian Zhimu is always elusive in his movements. He came with some people that day to help us kill Red Spider's men, and after scattering them, Bian Zhimu himself left, but he did leave one person behind... that person is called Jin Minchong..."

Jin Minchong?! Ding Fan's eyes lit up.

That Jin Minchong was the one who had framed his sworn brother Cheng Bufan. Although Cheng Bufan's name was cleared now, Jin Minchong himself had remained at large.

Ding Fan hadn't expected to come across Jin Minchong here.

"Where is Jin Minchong right now?" Ding Fan inquired.

Long Yi answered, "Jin Minchong is currently in a villa in Singapore's Pear Garden... Aside from Jin Minchong, there are also two other highly skilled Martial Artists and three to four Chunin there."

At this point, Long Yi was telling everything he knew in hopes of saving his life.

"I've told you everything I know, really everything. I beg you, let me go. I'm now handicapped, just a pathetic worm. Killing me would only dirty your hands, please spare me," Long Yi pleaded with a desperate face.

"First, accompany me to one place," Ding Fan said indifferently.

"Are you... are you going to that villa in the Pear Garden?" Long Yi guessed Ding Fan's intention straight away.

Ding Fan nodded, affirming the guess.

"The defenses there are extremely tight; if we go, there will only be death..."

Ding Fan glanced at Long Yi. "Not necessarily..."

Having spoken, Ding Fan, with hands clasped behind his back, looked out of the warehouse, "Lead the way"...