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When no one was paying attention, the performance on stage was in full swing, but suddenly, with the arrival of an audience, the atmosphere grew quiet.
Butterflies fluttered, their gossamer wings vibrating as they swiftly distanced themselves from the Flowering Scholar, transforming in the corner of the stage. A familiar face appeared before Jufeng's eyes—a graceful man making his entrance on stage.
A second later, five ninjas burst through the door, their faces concealed by black cloth and ninja blades strapped at their waists. Jufeng couldn't help but chuckle, "Long time no see, Yu. Have you become more cautious about your life?"
Utada Hikaru's expression was serious this time, far from the relaxed demeanor he had during their first meeting in Washing City. He snorted coldly and stepped forward from behind the five ninjas, saying in a chilling tone, "Whether I value my life or not is irrelevant; what matters is that you might lose yours tonight."
After Utada Hikaru finished speaking, another five ninjas slowly emerged from the corners of the room.
Seeing this, Liu Xing's demeanor turned serious. The ninjas were indeed formidable; he hadn't sensed them earlier. He looked up at Jufeng's delicate profile, which remained calm as ever. He thought to himself that perhaps Wind Father had sensed them.
With the appearance of these additional five ninjas, the audience suddenly grew larger, and the situation became increasingly unpredictable as the lines between stage and audience blurred.
These ten ninjas were different from those upstairs; they were elite among elites, exuding an aura of danger even before making a move. No wonder Liu Xing felt tense.
However, Jufeng seemed oblivious to the ten ninjas and instead showed interest in Utada Hikaru's words.
"You are right; someone will surely lose their life here tonight. As for who it will be, only time will tell."
Jufeng then turned to Chen Tan Hua with a smile. "You see, I still have many enemies. But getting up is quite entertaining; you are a Flowering Scholar, and he is also a Flowering Scholar. Having just crossed swords, how does it feel to perform this magic?"
In the era when ancient poetry flourished in Huaguo, butterflies and bees were often associated with the beauty of being called Flowering Scholars due to their frequent visits to flowers. Although Chen Tan Hua wasn't particularly interested in Earth, he knew a bit about Huaguo's ancient culture and understood Jufeng's meaning. He shrugged and replied.
"Every craft has its specialization; I can't see any particular skill here. It's all much of a muchness—if it’s just two people, killing him is merely a matter of time."
Upon hearing this, Utada Hikaru immediately retorted angrily, "Your life is on the line, yet you're still cracking jokes! Even if what you say is true, what does it matter now? We have numbers on our side; you’re still going to die."
The elite among the ten ninjas, the absolute ninja above the jōnin, should be the backbone of the Yamamoto Clan, which clearly indicates Utada Hikaru's status within the clan. Jufeng's gaze swept across the eleven individuals, further solidifying his deadly resolve.
If he could not eliminate future threats, how could Jufeng expect to have a restful sleep with an annoying butterfly fluttering around his pillow?
Bending down, he placed the Chuyang beside Liu Xing and kindly asked, "Star, may I borrow your sword for a moment?"
Liu Xing nodded vigorously and quickly handed over the sword he carried on his back with both hands.
Jufeng took the sword and affectionately ruffled Liu Xing's short, tousled hair before straightening up to face Utada Hikaru.
"Brother Yu," Jufeng said, "do you believe that I can settle tonight's situation with a single strike?"
Utada Hikaru's expression sharpened at those words. He sensed that Jufeng had made significant progress in strength since their time in Washing City, to the point where he couldn't gauge his true power. However, despite this, how much room could there be for personal strength to grow? The strongest individual he had ever encountered was Commander of the Saint Envoy, yet even so, surrounded by these ten absolute ninjas, one would hardly find any advantage. The current estimation had gone awry; he hadn't anticipated the existence of a Flowering Scholar nor Jufeng's substantial improvement in strength. Nevertheless, he did not believe for a second that he would have no chance of escaping unscathed.
The graceful man laughed heartily and said, "Why bother with theatrics? Even if your strength has increased, human ability ultimately has its limits. Tonight's deadlock cannot be changed."
Jufeng shrugged, mimicking Chen Tan Hua's earlier gesture, then turned his gaze toward him and asked, "If he doesn't believe it, do you?"
Seeing Jufeng's feigned seriousness, Chen Tan Hua couldn't help but rub his forehead and sigh. "Is this really amusing to you?"
Jufeng shrugged again and replied, "It’s indeed not amusing. Then let’s draw our swords."
With that, Jufeng placed his right hand on the hilt of Snow Clear. His aura suddenly surged as the sound of blade against sheath echoed slowly and profoundly throughout the room.
Utada Hikaru noticed that Jufeng's expression seemed genuine and became serious himself, focusing all his attention on him. The ten absolute ninjas beside him swiftly drew their blades, ready to guard against any sudden move from Jufeng.
The Snowy Dawn Sword was a weapon that could be considered extremely elongated among the swordsmanship clan, with a blade measuring over two feet long, making the process of drawing it quite slow.
So slow, in fact, that Chen Tan Hua had lost count of how many times he blinked, while his friend from the Island Nation seemed to be in a state of heightened tension.
Suddenly, the speed of drawing the sword increased dramatically, causing the enemy across from him to shudder.
In an instant, a sharp beam of light cut through the night sky. "Clang!" A beautifully crafted throwing blade, adorned with patterns of the Sun Golden Bird, flew past Utada Hikaru and struck a mural on the white wall beside her, embedding itself within.
The Snowy Dawn Sword slowly returned to its sheath, never having appeared before the enemy at all.
Jufeng's words came true; with just one sword—one that had not even been fully drawn—the outcome of the night was sealed.
Because Utada Hikaru was dead.
"Thud!"
Her body fell to the ground without stirring a speck of dust, proving that the hygiene standards of the Unification Alliance's hotel were commendable.
The ten elite ninjas were horrified and shocked, all turning to look behind them. They saw a figure stepping slowly from the darkness into the moonlight.
It seemed both incredibly light and yet profoundly heavy.
When it came to concealment, there were beings in this world even more formidable than ninjas: assassins.
And the person who appeared was a highly renowned assassin on the leaderboard.
Only one person uses the Chasing Wind Dart, the Leader of the Heroic Thirteen Lines, Five Man Slayer.
Jufeng slowly handed Snow Clear back to Liu Xing, murmuring, "If you think that only martial arts are important, you should know that the Underworld Young Master cannot be obtained solely through brute force."
"You refuse to believe it even when it's right in front of you; it's truly hopeless."
"With ten absolute ninjas here, I shouldn't need to issue an eviction order, right?"
Chen Tan Hua gazed at the man slowly approaching from the darkness, a serious expression finally appearing on his face. It was only when this person drew near that he felt an extremely heavy killing intent emanating from him. Clearly, to ensure a killer's one-hit kill, he must have fully released his killing intent at the moment he struck. The ability to control such killing intent is indeed terrifying, even surpassing martial prowess.
A killer—this man could truly be called the Assassin King!
(To be continued)
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