Chapter 680: Chapter 680

"Ah..." Ming Dao screamed, dragging his sword as he rushed toward Ding Fan with unyielding momentum.

At that moment, Ding Fan's Divine Sense never left his opponent.

Although Ding Fan verbally mocked his opponent, he dared not take Ming Dao lightly in the actual fight. After all, Ming Dao was a Jonin, the highest rank among ninjas. Since Ming Dao had reached this level, it clearly meant he had his own strengths.

If Ding Fan really didn't take Ming Dao seriously, then defeating him wouldn't be so easy.

Whoosh whoosh... Ming Dao moved extremely fast. Without a word, he swung his Japanese sword at Ding Fan's head, striking twice in quick succession.

Ding Fan did not confront the attack head-on but dodged continuously, successfully evading both strikes.

"That's two moves already, it looks like you were just boasting. Thinking you could defeat our Jonin within three moves is absolutely impossible," said a middle-aged Japanese man to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan naturally knew that the Japanese man's remark was not a reminder that he only had one move left; rather, it was a clear attempt to disturb his focus and give Ming Dao an opportunity to capitalize on.

After all, Ding Fan was battle-hardened in the fires and bloodshed of the Cultivation World. How could he possibly fall for such a trick?

However, deep down, Ding Fan did not want to let Ming Dao last beyond three moves.

At that moment, after Ming Dao's two unsuccessful strikes, he once again dragged his sword to chase after Ding Fan.

By now, Ding Fan decided not to dodge anymore. He abruptly shook his right hand and thrust out a palm.

Boom… thunderous boom…

Ding Fan's palm strike met Ming Dao's attack head-on.

Boom… thunderous boom, thunderous boom...

Ming Dao suddenly felt an incredibly powerful force. The force of the palm had not even arrived, yet the mere wind from it made Ming Dao feel a sharp pain on his face.

Ming Dao did not dare to be careless; he turned around, intending to flee. Such formidable power was something he had never encountered before. The force was so strong it was beyond his comprehension.

However, as Ming Dao tried to dodge, he was shocked to find himself enveloped by an invisible force, making it impossible for him to move.

Seeing no hope of escape, Ming Dao steadied his sword with both hands and pushed back against the fierce wind from Ding Fan's palm.

Ming Dao thought to withstand Ding Fan's True Qi attack.

However, reality quickly showed Ming Dao how naive his thoughts were.

Thunderous boom… thunderous boom… thunderous boom…

Ming Dao's hands, steadied across the sword, had just met Ding Fan's gust when his body was suddenly blown away like a fluttering piece of paper.

Ming Dao heavily crashed to the ground and desperately struggled to stand up, but at that very moment, a sweet sensation overwhelmed his throat.

Spurt... Ming Dao spat out a mouthful of blood.

Spitting blood depleted his True Yuan, and at this moment, Ming Dao looked extremely pale and was shaking uncontrollably. It was clear he was no longer able to stand up and fight Ding Fan.

"Three moves... just three moves." Ding Fan stood with hands behind his back, still not forgetting to humiliate Ming Dao.

Although such actions might be unbecoming of a master, Ding Fan deliberately did so to teach Ming Dao a lesson.

"Stop showing off, or you'll be struck by lightning!"

At this moment, everyone around was dumbfounded, especially the middle-aged Japanese man. Google seaʀᴄh 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥

Three moves, just three moves, and Ming Dao, a Jonin, was down on the ground vomiting blood.

Today, the middle-aged Japanese man was truly shocked too much.

Initially, the middle-aged Japanese man thought Ding Fan breaking the spines of two men with a kick was surprising enough. Yet later, Ding Fan even managed to wound Ming Dao using Wind Blade...

Just when the middle-aged Japanese thought that was shocking enough, Ding Fan had laid Ming Dao flat on the ground, unable to get up within just three moves...

This Ding Fan really was a man full of surprises.

At this moment, Zhao Gang in the corner was also dumbfounded.

He truly hadn't expected that Ming Dao, who approached with such a threatening presence, would be so easily defeated by Ding Fan in just three moves, unable to stand up again.

Now, Zhao Gang understood that all this talk about the Ninjutsu and Ronins from Japan, portrayed as incredibly powerful in movies and shows, was just misleading. If they were really that formidable, they wouldn't end up scrambling for their teeth against Ding Fan...

"Wali Tusi, send over your troops immediately. People are causing trouble at the Ronin Bar..." At this moment, the middle-aged Japanese man was frantically making a phone call.

Ding Fan then turned his attention toward the middle-aged Japanese man.

"Let me tell you, today, even if it costs me my life, I will make sure to take yours!" the middle-aged Japanese man said, his face grave. "We Japanese are not to be bullied by you Huaxia people."

"Take my life?" Ding Fan reacted as if he had heard the world's funniest joke, looking at the middle-aged Japanese man. "Why don't you tell me, on what basis?"

At that moment, outside the bar, there was a series of footsteps followed by the sound of moving tracks.

The Wali's troops, summoned by a phone call, instantly arrived. From this, it was clear that Wali's troops must have been on alert already; otherwise, no regular army could have assembled so quickly.

"Even if you are very powerful, can you overpower cannons, tanks? Can you overpower an army?" the middle-aged Japanese paused, then continued. "I gave you a chance earlier, told you to stay away, but you didn't listen. So, let this place be your grave."

Ding Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and unruffled. Even after listening to the middle-aged Japanese man's words, Ding Fan's expression remained unchanged. It was as if what the middle-aged man had said had nothing to do with him at all.

"Your wisest choice now is to surrender," the middle-aged Japanese man said, looking at Ding Fan.

At that moment, Zhao Gang walked out from a corner and moved to Ding Fan's side. "Mr. Ding, what should we do now?"

Zhao Gang was the founder of Zhao's Film and Television in Xiangcheng. He had seen all kinds of situations, but today, even Zhao Gang seemed somewhat at a loss.

Zhao Gang also wanted to maintain the same composure as Ding Fan. However, now he was facing an army, and Zhao Gang, after all, was just a businessman. This was indeed his first time encountering such a situation.

"There's nothing to worry about, just a few bandits," Ding Fan said to Zhao Gang at his side.

Zhao Gang glanced at Ding Fan. He now really doubted whether Ding Fan was aware of the situation outside. The sound of that tank earlier was definitely not something a small bandit could afford.

"I hope when you see these 'small bandits' later, you won't cry," the middle-aged Japanese man said to Ding Fan.

"Kill them... cut off their heads..." At that moment, Ming Dao, lying on the ground, said through clenched teeth to the middle-aged Japanese man.

Ding Fan slightly furrowed his brows.

Back during the war, these Japanese took pleasure in beheading Huaxia people. Now, these people from Japan still harbored thoughts of beheading Huaxia people...

Ding Fan reached out through the air.

A Japanese sword lying on the ground directly flew into Ding Fan's hand.

The moment the Japanese sword was in Ding Fan's hand, a surge of murderous aura suddenly rose.

"What... what are you doing?" Seeing Ding Fan , the middle-aged Japanese man backed away in fear.

The middle-aged Japanese man knew Ding Fan's capabilities. If Ding Fan really wanted his life, he definitely wouldn't have the power to fight back.

A Jonin, within a matter of minutes, all finished by Ding Fan within three moves. He was merely a Chunin; how could he possibly match Ding Fan?

Yet Ding Fan completely disregarded the middle-aged Japanese man.

To Ding Fan, that middle-aged man was no different than a dog.

To kill a dog, that was a matter of mere moments.

Now, Ding Fan, holding the Japanese sword, walked straight to Ming Dao.

"Since you like beheading people so much, today, I'll let you taste what it feels like to have your head chopped off."

Upon saying that, Ding Fan raised the Japanese sword in his hand.

Ming Dao could feel an intense wave of murderous intent, and he trembled all over, feeling as though a blade was at his back. Even someone as ruthless as Ming Dao couldn't help but shudder.

"Luo Changfeng... Luo Changfeng, save me..."

At the brink of life and death, Ming Dao couldn't help but cry out.

And just at that moment, a figure stood not far from Ding Fan.

The person was the Earth Level Martial Artist that Ding Fan had been watching with his Divine Sense. Ding Fan had been wondering why this person hadn't shown up until now, but now, here he was.

The man named Luo Changfeng, an Earth Level Martial Artist, seemed to be around sixty years old with graying hair and a slender figure, but still spirited.

"Aren't you Japanese very proud? Don't you always boast about how great your Bushido is? But now, you can't even hold out?" Luo Changfeng coldly said to Ming Dao, who was lying on the ground.

"Luo Changfeng, no matter what, your master is also the master of the Sankou Group. We two..." Ming Dao tried to say something.

But Luo Changfeng didn't wait for him to finish, interrupting him directly. "I am a disciple of the Myriad Demon Sect, not like you, I'm not a running dog."

Ding Fan gave Luo Changfeng a few looks.

Though Luo Changfeng was a disciple of the Myriad Demon Sect, he had a commendable openness and apparently had no intention of saving Ming Dao.

"You aren't planning to save me? We rely on each other... I beg you, you can't just leave me," Ming Dao pleaded, now begging for mercy.

Luo Changfeng looked at Ming Dao on the ground like a dog, shook his head, and then looked back at Ding Fan.

"You can't be soft-hearted with enemies. Go ahead and kill."

"Alright..." Ding Fan nodded, without any further hesitation, swung down the sword and made the kill.

With a squelch... Ming Dao's head was cleanly chopped off by Ding Fan.

Luo Changfeng seemed quite satisfied, nodded, and then said to Ding Fan, "What's your name?"

Ding Fan didn't hide his name.

Ding Fan had come for revenge this time, aiming to send a strong message to the Sankou Group, so he did not plan to conceal his name.

"Ding Fan..." Luo Changfeng repeated the name and then turned to leave.

"Aren't you going to fight me?" Ding Fan asked, surprised as he saw Luo Changfeng walking away.

"Fight in front of these people from Japan? I'm certainly not interested in letting these Japanese dogs see our spectacle. If we're going to fight, it'll be another time!" After saying that, Luo Changfeng didn't look back and walked away...