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"Let’s fight if we must," he declared, the vastness of the mountains and rivers echoing his resolve.
Utada Hikaru watched as Jufeng remained unfazed by his intimidation. The majesty and glory of the Saint Envoy seemed to lose their effect tonight. Anger surged within him, and he repeated "good" three times to barely suppress his rage.
"Good! Good!! Good!!! Jufeng, do you truly think I fear you? In this world, there are countless ways to wield power; how can Yan Huang dominate alone? I will show you what true mastery of the Illusion Ninja looks like."
With that, Utada Hikaru's aura suddenly intensified, illuminating the night sky. Thousands of butterflies burst forth, merging into a hundred forms not far away. In an instant, more than ten figures of Utada Hikaru appeared on the battlefield. They dashed forward, transforming into butterflies once again, surging towards Jufeng from all directions.
On the balcony, Zhu Yao peered past three robed figures, her gaze fixed on the battlefield. Upon witnessing this scene, her brow furrowed deeply, her expression unusually grave.
On the ground, Vera cradled Blue Cat in her arms, oblivious to Lance and the three Four-Winged Envoys battling nearby. Her attention remained on another part of the battlefield. As she observed the magical spectacle unfold before her eyes, her delicate fingers combing through Blue Cat's fur came to an abrupt halt.
In the arena, Jufeng focused intently as butterflies approached from every direction. His eyes narrowed, and his fingers glided lightly over his weapon. The Steel Blade transformed into a soft sword in an instant. With a slight tremor of the hilt, the soft sword danced like a water snake under a chilling breeze, emitting a low hum as it sliced through the air.
Jufeng slowly closed his eyes as countless butterflies faded from view, gradually coalescing into a single line before vanishing completely into darkness.
With his left hand resting behind him, he stood still as if merging with the inky night around him, suddenly disappearing.
At one moment, he flicked his wrist, directing the soft sword toward a swarm of butterflies on their path.
The butterflies abruptly transformed into human forms. Utada Hikaru's expression turned serious as he raised his dagger to block the sword's brilliance but overlooked that it was now a soft sword rather than a Steel Blade. While he managed to deflect the blade's body, the flexible tip struck his shoulder sharply, causing blood to gush forth.
This marked Utada Hikaru's second injury of the night.
As they clashed for the first time, it seemed that Utada Hikaru's mastery of Illusion Ninja was not as transcendent as he had boasted; instead, he found himself at a disadvantage. But would things be so simple?
Jufeng's soft sword pierced Utada Hikaru's shoulder just as another figure of Utada Hikaru materialized behind him. Though lacking a dagger, this form delivered a powerful palm strike to Jufeng's back, causing Feng Shao to grunt in pain before dissipating once more.
However, Jufeng paid no heed to the danger behind him; his expression remained unchanged and focused as ever. The soft sword continued to weave like a water snake through the air. With a swift motion, blood splattered from yet another shoulder of Utada Hikaru while another illusionary figure struck Jufeng with force.
Jufeng remained undeterred, wielding his single sword with precision against Utada Hikaru while enduring successive palm strikes in return.
This was an exceedingly dangerous tactic—inflicting ten thousand points of damage upon the enemy while suffering eight thousand in return was no exaggeration. If this continued, it was uncertain who would gain the upper hand.
Despite one person being wounded, the other appeared completely unscathed.
Finally, as Jufeng's tenth strike aimed at Utada Hikaru, a deep wound was cut into her abdomen. Not only did the other half of the Six-Winged Envoy's wings retract, but flesh and blood began to churn as well.
Utada Hikaru retreated swiftly, escaping Jufeng's range of attack, and behind her, the last humanoid figure emerged.
In that instant when Jufeng's palm struck the back of his own hand, his left hand, which had been bound by self-restraint all along, finally moved. The hand that had been held behind his back transformed into a palm strike, breaking through the incoming fierce attack from the side.
With a loud crash, the humanoid figure shattered, scattering like butterflies in flight, while Jufeng stood firm in place, unmoving as a mountain.
Under the night sky, Utada Hikaru struggled to maintain her balance, stumbling backward yet ultimately managing to stay on her feet. This was thanks to the sudden appearance of over ten Winged Envoys who shielded the injured Vice Captain in their midst.
On the balcony, three robed figures quickly leaped away, with Zhu Yao following closely behind. The three joined Utada Hikaru, and Zhu Yao also arrived behind Jufeng.
On the ground, three Four-Winged Envoys withdrew as well to regroup with the main force. However, their condition was far from ideal; two of them had temporarily lost connection between their arms and bodies, which dangled limply in the wind. The remaining one had a deformed half of their face.
Vera and Lance slowly made their way into the arena. Vera stood shoulder to shoulder with Jufeng, both gazing at Utada Hikaru, whose vitality was gradually fading.
Utada Hikaru could do nothing more; or perhaps she was unable to speak again. Her eyes were filled with resentment, unwillingness, and hatred as she gradually disappeared into the night under everyone's protection.
She came lightly and went lightly, indeed leaving not a single cloud behind.
Jufeng sighed deeply, sheathing his weapon and handing it to Zhu Yao. Turning around, he noticed a shallow wound on Lance's arm and couldn't help but tease him. "I guess being a big guy makes you less agile; you can't even hide your breath. You should head back and rest well. I need to enjoy my Gentle Land."
With that, Jufeng turned and left the arena. He took a couple of steps and leaped onto the balcony, pulling the astonished Claudia into the bedroom.
With a bang, the balcony window closed with a snap; the curtains were drawn shut, and even the lights were turned off in an instant.
Zhu Yao glanced at the weapon for a moment before turning to leave. Only Vera and Lance remained in the arena.
Lance paid no mind to Jufeng's teasing; that scar felt no more significant to him than a scratch from a cat. Instead, he felt some concern for Jufeng but kept certain thoughts unspoken.
"You, if it were you, what would the outcome be today?"
Vera asked softly, leaving others puzzled, but Lance understood what his master meant. After pondering for a moment, he replied, "He was injured to the point of near death, and I contributed seventy percent."
This statement from the European Third made it clear just how strong this Utada Hikaru was. For certain reasons, the Holy Judgment Council and the Religious Law Office were not included in the rankings; had they been, the list of the top ten experts in Europe would have seen significant changes.
Upon hearing Lance's words, Vera stroked her plush fabric thoughtfully. After a moment, she looked up at the now darkened room and murmured, "What a truly proud person!"
...
The night passed peacefully. Claudia did not expect Jufeng to actually spend the night in her room. Initially anxious, she was relieved when Jufeng turned off the lights and fell asleep almost immediately. While Claudia felt grateful, she also harbored some dissatisfaction, thinking to herself that facing such a stunning beauty, Feng Shao could sleep like a dead pig—how inconsiderate! However, after experiencing an unprecedented night of turmoil, she too was exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep beside Jufeng. When she awoke the next day, Jufeng had already vanished without a trace.
After suffering a not-so-severe blow, the Holy Judgment Council surprisingly chose to remain silent for a while and did not come looking for trouble again. In fact, both Jufeng and Vera had the capability to keep that team led by Utada Hikaru in check. Their decision not to do so indicated they were leaving room for negotiation. Unexpectedly, even the usually proud Holy Organization understood the principle of mutual respect: if you give me an inch, I will return a mile. In any case, with things being peaceful and clear, Jufeng could take time to focus on the Northwest War Situation.
The Unification Alliance faced a joint attack from Hua Gang and Hurricane. Without the support of the United Heart Association and Unified Prairie, they could only retreat step by step. The limitations of geographical space rendered schemes insignificant at these moments; only real strength could influence the direction of war.
Thus, this period of conflict marked one of the most brutal and bloody chapters in Huaguo's history. Each battle was fought with bloodshed; many lives were lost as victories came at a heavy cost—recently there had been countless bones piled high.
As war progressed, every aspect was considered; with fewer troops available, constant recruitment became necessary—this required money. Treating the wounded and compensating for casualties demanded even more funds. Therefore, many factors influenced war decisions, with finances playing a significant role.
Fortunately for Jufeng, there was Jinhai Industries and Lu Group still supporting Vera. With solid financial backing, they faced no fears. However, the Unification Alliance gradually began to show signs of fatigue; after about a month, they had retreated to their own doorsteps.
If this situation continued, the day of the Unification Alliance's downfall could be counted down.
Jufeng was in high spirits and did not need to be on the front lines; instead, he spent time with Jia'er in Washing City. As June arrived, Sister Five and her companions welcomed their break time. Especially since Mei had completed her college entrance exams and was in great spirits, she spent her days calling her sisters incessantly.
The Five Sisters Group was a popular idol group in Huaguo; now that all five members had time on their hands, their company decided to expand Sister Five's influence and fame by organizing a concert in mid-June in the capital city. Once this news was announced, tickets sold out within hours—demonstrating just how remarkable Sister Five's influence truly was.
This should have been a joyous occasion; however, Jufeng's brothers began to worry.
"Brother Jufeng, I heard your sister is going to hold a concert—is that true?"
Xue Yi called as soon as he heard the news, his voice filled with concern.
Jufeng smiled and said, "Yes, Jia'er has been very happy lately. It's been a long time since the five sisters got together, and she has a smile plastered on her face."
"Brother Jufeng, it's great that your wife is happy, but the timing of this is a bit..."
"A bit what? Do we need to beat around the bush?"
"…Brother Jufeng, according to Mu Zhongde, he has somehow gained the power to mobilize the offerings. The Three Hundred Ascetic Monks are about to enter the world; we can't afford to be careless."
The so-called offerings refer to large-scale century-old gangs like the Three Titans. In their early days, they had a group of people working behind the scenes who handled ordinary gang matters while simply collecting tribute money on time. Generally, they would act like Hua Gang; even if the gang suffered heavy losses, they wouldn't easily intervene. This time, it was unclear what means Mu Zhongde used to summon the offerings.
The Three Hundred Ascetic Monks would be a terrifying force; it might not be a mere fantasy to think they could turn the tide.
Jufeng fell silent for a moment before continuing, "Bill has already informed me about this matter. That's precisely why this concert must take place at this time. Besides, since Jia'er is so happy, I have to ensure the concert goes smoothly no matter what."
To win a smile from a beautiful woman, Fire and Chaos Among the Lords—wasn't this another interpretation of heroism?
Xue held onto the phone for a long time without being able to utter another word of persuasion.
After hanging up, he returned to Beijing with the Civilization Faction.
Almost simultaneously, Politeness and Liu Xing, who had been separated for three days, were urged by Flower Snow Moon to embark on their journey back.
The concert was being organized with great fanfare, and in no time it was the day of the event. That night, Beijing was ablaze with lights, and the venue was packed with people.
An unexpected guest also arrived at Jufeng's side during the concert—Wu.
"I know that Saint Envoy hasn't retaliated immediately because you went to see their Commander. You ventured into Tiger's Den for me; I owe you one."
Wu grinned nonchalantly and replied, "I've never liked them anyway. Since I happened to pass by this time, I thought I'd take a look. You don't need to thank me. But I must say you've surprised me; I never thought you were the type to be infatuated. Yet here you are, wounded but still willing to take risks for a woman."
"Ha ha, I didn't expect you to see through it so easily. But it doesn't matter; with you here, it's not really an adventure."
Jufeng stood alongside Wu at a high vantage point, gazing down at the surging sea of people below. The concert was about to begin not far away.
And a massacre beneath the fireworks was about to unfold!
Three Hundred Buddhas represented three hundred merits.
Today, Jufeng was going to slay the Buddha.
Not seeking Bodhi, only wishing to become a demon.
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