Chapter 679: Chapter 679

Ding Fan looked coldly at the middle-aged man.

At this moment, the middle-aged Japanese man had a face full of respect, a stark contrast to his previous arrogance and haughtiness, as if they were two completely different people.

The people from Japan, like prowling dogs, are fearful when you show strength; once they're frightened, they will cower and grovel before you. Yet, if you treat them kindly, the prowling dogs will think you are weak and deceiveable, eventually baring their fangs.

"Your Sankou Group initiated this war with us, and now you say we should simply back down upon your request? You don't really think your Sankou Group has that much face, do you?" Ding Fan said coldly to the middle-aged Japanese man.

"Mr... We declared war earlier, causing casualties to your side, but our Sankou Group also suffered losses. In Huaxia Country, isn't there an old saying 'an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind'...?"

Ding Fan didn't even wait for the middle-aged Japanese man to finish speaking. "As for us at Red Spider, our rule is to exact revenge, tenfold, a hundredfold! How many of you die has nothing to do with me!"

Ding Fan loathed these Japanese the most, them trying to morally blackmail others. Such things as Huaxia's fine traditions, and all that—to get beaten and still expect the other side to repay you with those fine traditions, such a foolish act is not something Ding Fan would ever entertain.

Ding Fan would certainly not do something as naive as repaying evil with kindness, using morality to enlighten the other side, to let them change their ways because of one's own goodness.

Ding Fan would never leave the initiative in the hands of others; humans are selfish, how many would introspect voluntarily?

The middle-aged Japanese man's expression turned solemn after hearing Ding Fan's words. "So, are you saying that today, you're definitely going to meddle with our Sankou Group's affairs?"

Ding Fan nodded. "To come here today is to kill. I am here to claim the blood debt owed by Red Spider..."

The middle-aged Japanese man nodded. "If that's the case, then there's nothing more to say!"

Having said that, the middle-aged Japanese man stretched out his hands and clapped twice in mid-air.

After the middle-aged Japanese man clapped his hands, two figures appeared directly in front of Ding Fan.

Each of these two men was holding a Japanese blade. Ding Fan's Divine Sense had long since determined that these two were nothing more than Chunins in their cultivation. The real heavy-hitters hadn't shown up yet.

In the shadows, that Earth Level expert and the Jonin had not yet made their move.

Swish, swish... The two Chunins drew their Japanese blades and immediately charged at Ding Fan from the left and the right.

Zhao Gang, hiding in a corner, watched Ding Fan with a tense expression on his face.

Zhao Gang had heard before that the Ninjas from Japan were incredibly formidable; those gunmen before could not compare with these two Ninjas. Zhao Gang was quite worried about Ding Fan for a moment.

At this time, Ding Fan stood with his hands behind his back, facing the two rushing attackers as if he couldn't see them at all, which made Zhao Gang even more worried. He really feared that Ding Fan might become negligent and fall for someone else's scheme.

"You are too careless. Our two Ninjas' Blade Technique is extremely fast. If you continue to be so inattentive, you will only be defeated..." The middle-aged Japanese man next to him couldn't help but speak when he saw Ding Fan standing with hands behind his back, entirely unprepared, as the Ninjas were about to reach him.

However, before the middle-aged man could finish his words, Ding Fan suddenly lashed out with two kicks.

These two kicks from Ding Fan were a classic case of striking later to arrive first; the two Ninjas hadn't even fully swung their Japanese blades before being flipped to the ground by Ding Fan with two thuds.

In the heart of the enemy camp, Ding Fan appeared very nonchalant, but he couldn't afford to be careless at all. His kicks were merciless, charged with his True Qi.

After being flipped, the two men lay on the ground, losing consciousness. It was only when someone tried to help them up that they discovered that their spines had been kicked and broken by Ding Fan. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel※fire.net

"How... How is this possible?" The middle-aged Japanese man's eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at the two Chunins with broken spines.

Just in a blink of an eye, to have the spines of two Chunins broken was something the middle-aged Japanese man could hardly believe if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

As Chunins, they would be considered mid-level experts among Ninjas, yet they stood no chance before Ding Fan, like punching bags.

Ding Fan glanced indifferently at the two Ninjas with broken spines. Once a spine was broken, there wasn't much difference from being disabled.

"It seems your Ninjas are nothing after all." Ding Fan said with a contemptuous look.

At this moment, anger could almost be seen flaming in the eyes of the middle-aged man. Being mocked in such a manner made him extremely uncomfortable.

But as much as the middle-aged man was upset, he could not utter a single word in response.

Two Chunins were kicked half to death by someone who then dismissed the Ninjas as nothing special; indeed, it was just that, and the middle-aged Japanese man had absolutely nothing to refute.

Swish, swish, swish...

Right at this moment, three diamond-shaped darts were shot directly at Ding Fan.

The diamond-shaped darts came swiftly and suddenly, and given the tricky angle of their trajectory, it would have been extremely difficult for ordinary people to dodge them.

Nevertheless, quick and fierce as they were, hitting Ding Fan was out of the question.

Inside this bar, Ding Fan was only concerned about that Jonin from Japan and the Earth Level Martial Artist who had yet to show themselves; his Divine Sense had been fixed on those two all along.

As soon as the Jonin began to make a move and shoot the diamond-shaped darts, Ding Fan was prepared.

Therefore, when the three darts were shot towards him, Ding Fan had already vanished from the spot.

Pu pu pu... Those diamond-shaped darts were extremely sharp, and although Ding Fan evaded them, three of the darts still embedded deeply into the floor.

Only at this moment did the middle-aged Japanese realize that the Jonin had already made a move.

However, the middle-aged Japanese's expression was far from relaxed. In fact, he harbored a strong premonition that the Jonin would likely suffer at the hands of Ding Fan.

And this premonition was intensely strong.

Just as the three diamond-shaped darts had missed their target, a sharp, piercing scream that tore through the air rang out directly.

The sound was sharp and piercing to the ears, making anyone who heard it shiver uncontrollably.

Boom... In an instant, a section of the railing on the second floor was directly severed by Ding Fan's Wind Blade.

Whoosh... Dust was stirred up all at once.

Swoosh... At this moment, a figure burst out from within the cloud of dust.

The middle-aged Japanese recognized the Jonin who had burst forth at first glance.

Ming Dao, the Jonin, was over forty years old with a face full of sternness. He slowly straightened his body.

As Ming Dao straightened up, the middle-aged Japanese could see clearly that Ming Dao's shoulder was bleeding.

The two had only just met; Ming Dao's sneak attack with three diamond-shaped darts missed, and Ding Fan's counterattack had wounded the Jonin with only one move...

At this moment, the middle-aged Japanese's brows were tightly furrowed.

"Ming Dao, Jonin, I should call Wali Tusi. Let him handle the situation here," he said.

Wali Tusi was a powerful Tusi in the area with a sizeable army. The Wali Tusi had a very close relationship with the Sankou Group in Mali; if Sankou Group was in trouble, Wali Tusi would definitely not stand idly by.

The middle-aged Japanese was clearly feeling insecure, which is why he thought to resort to the power of the military. Kicking and breaking the spines of two Chunin, and then injuring Ming Dao with a single Wind Blade Technique in retaliation.

Although there was only one opponent, the middle-aged Japanese couldn't think of anything that could subjugate Ding Fan.

Swoosh... Ding Fan's figure reappeared, standing not far from the middle-aged Japanese and Ming Dao.

Ming Dao's face was gloomy. "There is only one person. To use Wali's power for one person would make us Japanese look down upon ourselves."

After speaking, Ming Dao directly drew his samurai blade, aiming its gleam straight at Ding Fan across from him. "Today, I stake the honor of the ninjas of Japan, vowing to slay you with my blade!"

Ding Fan actually admired the Japanese for their ability to boast. They start with a bang and end up as submissive as pugs after being defeated.

With a look of disdain, Ding Fan stretched out three fingers. "Three moves. You'll be dead in three moves!"

"Bastard! How arrogant you are, to belittle our Japanese samurai so. Today I shall sever your head," Ming Dao said, his face full of righteous indignation.

In fact, Ding Fan was not arrogant at all. He had encountered Japanese Ninjas before and was not meeting them for the first time. These Japanese Ninja practice their muscles and stamina.

Ninja do not cultivate Qi.

Simply put, their greatest emphasis lies on speed and strength. And without Qi as a foundation, a ninja's combat power is significantly reduced.

However, this is not to say that ninjas are completely useless; they simplify their blade techniques to improve the efficiency of their attacks, and their willpower is very strong. Generally speaking, an average Chunin can match a peak Human Level Martial Artist.

As for Jonin, many of them possess some Ninjutsu, and from what Ding Fan had seen, their ninjutsu was mostly Blinding Technique. If compared with the Martial Artists of the Huaxia Country, a Jonin could indeed be considered a match for an Earth Level Second Grade Martial Artist.

When Ding Fan was fighting with the Sankou Group earlier, he did have some concerns about this Ming Dao. But now, one-on-one, Ding Fan didn't care at all.

Just like what Ding Fan had said before, he had the confidence to slay Ming Dao within three moves.

Ding Fan stretched out one hand and pointed to Ming Dao like calling a dog. "I have other matters to attend to and no time to play with you. Come on, let's get this over with so I can send you to meet your Amaterasu Omikami..."

"Bastard..." The veins on Ming Dao's face now bulged prominently.

For a Martial Artist, such contempt from an opponent, and especially from someone who appeared to be only in his early twenties, was infuriating for Ming Dao.

"Let's see how you plan to win in three moves!" said Ming Dao. And with that, he dashed toward Ding Fan, his samurai blade slicing through the air at him.

Observing Ming Dao's approach, the nearby middle-aged Japanese secretly admired him.

The steps of Ming Dao were steady and agile, and the position of the samurai blade was excellent—offensive when it should be, defensive when needed. Judging solely by Ming Dao's attack, it was extremely precise and flawless.

And Zhao Gang, who was hiding in a corner watching the spectacle, furrowed his brows tightly.

Zhao Gang might not understand Martial arts, but Ming Dao's fierce momentum and impressive aura were unmistakable. Although far away, Zhao Gang could still feel Ming Dao's intense killing intent.

"Mr. Ding... be careful..."