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Chapter 471 I Killed 100 ninja
The Death Star materialized, hanging clearly in the murky sky of the degenerate age.

"You're already dead!"

"What?!"

"—Ding ding ding ding!!!!"

In shock, Rengoku staggered backward, his body trembling behind the ninjas. Right before his eyes, the commander of the New Saitama Expedition, Slow Hand, had died so easily, his body exploding like a rotten tomato, turning into a pile of bone and flesh fragments.

"Bakana—!"

However, it is unreasonable to blame the other party for this. This is precisely the mistake of a slow learner who doesn't even have the ability to recite haiku.

Jagi was covered in blood, but all the blood came from the dead ninjas, powerful enough to fight against an army. They were torn to pieces before him, turning into blood and flesh before they could even cry out.

He simply advanced, the weaker ninjas already dead, a terrifying whisper escaping his lips, "...Ninjas, kill them!"

"How careless!"

A man I've never seen before, without any reason, starts killing ninjas, using a karate style I've never seen before, mercilessly killing them... What should I do? What should I do?!

"Let's go! Purgatory = San, the battle plan is a blank sheet of paper. Let's retreat and come up with a new strategy! Leave this to me... Headquarters... Punishment... It doesn't matter who's replaced... It doesn't matter if they die..."

Wearing a special ninja outfit with armor-like protective gear covering the joints, the Death Knight adopted a karate stance and approached in small steps while maintaining a jujitsu posture!

His armor was tattered and torn. Although he was only a lower-ranking criminal, he had survived the social interaction just now, so his karate skills must be extraordinary.

Since his lover's death, the Death Knight has grown weary of everything.

His loyalty to the Sin & Punishment Film Studio was now as ambiguous as a reflection in a cave. He no longer held any attachment to sin, punishment, enemies, even his own life, or even his lover. But... but...

but----!
"...Hehehe"

The Death Knight smiled.

Accept the challenge! Let's accept the challenge!

What a terrifying and formidable master!
"If only you could kill me!"

"Death Knight = San, please take care of yourself!"

Purgatory wiped the blood from his face and stared blankly at the back of Death Rider.

Every corner of the "Da Chu Meng Hotel" was raining down limbs and blood. The madman, bathed in the torrential rain of ninja blood, was steaming with blue vapor and his body was burning with blood, which stained his entire body red.

Purgatory retreated, as did the surviving Sin Punishment Ninjas and the remaining Headquarters Ninjas. Their ninja instincts told them not to interfere!
Below the Lord rank in the Punishment Organization, ninjas are divided into the following ranks: Pillar/Grandmaster, Master, Expert, and Apprentice. However, the Punishment rank is a symbol of status, and those who do not understand the profound etiquette will not be recognized no matter how skilled they are in karate.

The headquarters only has six gates. The ninja elite department established by Lao Yuan was set up to handle trivial matters such as murder and destruction, so that Lao Yuan could focus on business operations.

The Six Gates represent six powerful ninjas, who are also high-ranking officers of the headquarters. Members of the Six Gates enjoy the highest level of benefits and treatment, so the competition among ninjas in the headquarters is extremely fierce. Every ninja who can become a member of the Six Gates is a powerful individual.

In addition, there are classifications such as lesser (genin), greater (chunin), arch (jonin), and mythical class.

However, true ninjas don't need to be so serious about power levels. Even if they were, power levels would crumble in an instant, since there are just too many variables in ninja battles.

That's right, that's what Taro Okamoto said.

But at this moment, whether it is the pillars of punishment, the masters, the experts, or the six gates of the headquarters, they are all retreating!

Only a death knight who has no fear of death would move forward without any hesitation.

Buddha and God!

The ninjas, who were preparing to evacuate the supertall building, finally realized something was wrong!

Streams of crimson fibers were exposed outside the bare walls. They pierced through the floors and the ground, crawling like vines through the ceiling, eventually enveloping an area of ​​hundreds of meters in diameter. The crimson fibers locked all the ninjas inside, like a confined arena, impossible to break through in a short time!
At this point, they had become sumo wrestlers on the dohyo, magical monkeys who could never escape the Buddha's palm!
Does he not intend to let even a ninja go?

What a madman!

"Ugh!"

The Death Knight stepped into the side of the recklessly advancing madman, his arms bent back like a taut crossbow, his fists clenched as if gripping death... Danger!
This is the preparatory move for a double-collision punch!
A clear killing intent flashed in the Death Knight's eyes!
"Eeya—!"

GURANGA!

Perfect timing!
That was a fatal blow!
So fast! Incredible punching speed! But the fist didn't hit the opponent's body!

"Nani!"

The Death Knight gasped. Just as the Crushing Fist was about to pierce his enemy's abdomen, he instantly arched his back and dodged the attack with a backbend! What incredible agility from a martial artist!
The ninjas' pupils trembled, and everything in front of them began to sway until it finally became a blurry haze—movements that even the ninjas' dynamic vision could hardly observe!

"Wasshoiiii!"

Suddenly, an explosive burst of light and flame erupted from the madman who slaughtered ninjas, and a fist that surpassed the reaction speed of a ninja struck the Death Knight!

boom! Boom boom boom boom! ! ! !

A supersonic explosion resounded throughout the hall. Weightless, the Death Knight flew into the air, his eyes fixed on the shattered organs that had flown out of his chest. In excruciating pain and despair, he crashed onto the tatami mat, the pool of blood beneath him gradually widening. His pale, powerless face was reflected in the tattered armor on the ground.

The Death Knight's body convulsed, emitting twisted, painful groans.

A devastating gap in karate skills!

"is that a lie!"

"incredible!"

At that moment, all the ninjas could see and feel it from "that" figure—

His fists seemed to carry the weight of the entire world, and even the Death Knight, who hated this world, was knocked down with a single blow.

Extraordinary karate, overwhelming power beyond the ordinary, a madman who completely follows his own path!
Who else is here, and who else could be his opponent?
Huff... puff... On the silent battlefield, a huge echo, like the breath of a dragon, suddenly appeared. At the same time, the ninjas felt a scorching heat suddenly emanate from the other side of the hall.

"Hmm!"

At the same time, three ninjas started bleeding from their noses. The room was filled with the intense atmosphere of karate, which even damaged the brain nerves of those who were observing the match up close. What a murderous atmosphere!

Even skilled individuals like the Rokumonshu of the Headquarters would inevitably waver!
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Yes, Lao Yuan Kuan!
"Mwahahahahahahahahaha!!! Awesome...domo, Jagi=san, Old Yuan·Kuan desu."

Old Yuan slowly untied his legs and stood up.

His eyes gleamed with a cold light, and his suit burst into flames in an instant, turning to ashes that scattered at his feet! Beneath the white suit was a ninja outfit embroidered with the Four Sacred Beasts!
"Domo, Lao Yuan Kuan = san, methyl desu."

An inescapable killing intent rapidly rose between the two, and as Lao Yuan's chest heaved, a surging airflow emanated from his body.

Old Yuan raised his hands in a solemn gesture.

His hands emitted light, and the burst of energy overturned the surrounding tatami mats. Black steel armor parts with gold trim swirled around Lao Yuan, dressed up!
He looks exactly like Takeda Shingen!
His right hand holds "Nanban"! His left hand holds "Kōrakushi"! These are a pair of famous swords once used by Miyamoto Masaharu, a swordsman from the Heian period!

Namo San, the strongest karate ninja in this place and at this moment is none other than Old Gen Hiroshi!
"Wait! This isn't an empty-handed operation at all!"

Yes, some people might think that way... but!

"Karate" is not just "karate" - it is the general term and foundation of all unarmed martial arts in the world. No matter what kind of martial art you want to practice, you must first learn "karate".

Although it is a general term for unarmed martial arts, there is also a form of karate that uses weapons such as iron crutches, crossbows, and Gatling guns—karate is actually Nandou, and Nandou is actually karate.

For ninjas, generating "karate" within their bodies to enhance the destructive power of their attacks and their defensive capabilities is called "karate energy."

"Karate Blood" and "Karate Particles" are both types of "Karate Energy." Using certain "Ninjutsu" requires consuming a certain amount of these, which can be replenished by eating sushi, meditating, and breathing.

Whether in ancient or modern times, only ninjas with strong karate skills can climb to the top.

No matter how special a ninjutsu or ninja physique is, it's just decoration without the corresponding karate!
This is a world where physical techniques are more important than ninjutsu; karate, when honed to its highest level, is no different from ninjutsu.

The Overlord, the dark emperor who controls New Saitama, the leader of the ninja organization "Zoukai-ya" and the CEO of the "Lianben Daili Foundation", naturally possesses unparalleled karate skills!

With Lao Yuan's strength, even in the era of AOM and the ancient true ninjas, he would have been enough to become a regional overlord, and he was definitely not on the same level as other ninja soul possessors.

Loyalty! Righteousness!
The ninjas of the headquarters, gathered together by Lao Yuan's charismatic leadership, overcame their fear and assumed a fighting stance. As an entrepreneur and leader, he was undoubtedly quite successful.

"Step back!"

Old Yuan's deep roar stopped their reckless actions. It wasn't because he valued their lives; he could find as many ninjas as he wanted, and he could even gather the "Six Gates" in a week!

He simply thought it was a waste of time, and time is money. As an entrepreneur, he couldn't tolerate such wasteful behavior. This "troublesome" guy was better off being killed by his own hands!

"Come on! Jagi=SAN! I will crush you like a baby! When you go to the River of the Three Paths, remember to regret what you did today!"

The Southern Barbarians and those suffering from overwork are unleashing a sharp, piercing sword aura.

"What madman's nonsense! I can already see what you look like in hell! Old Yuan Kuan = san!"

Not to be outdone, BeiDou also adopted a similar stance!

For ninjas who kill without reason, words are powerless at this moment. So let's let strength explain everything!

Martial artist vs. ninja, fist fighting vs. karate!
In the next instant, two figures, dozens of meters apart, collided amidst the deafening roar of the air shattering. Nanman, Overwork Death, and Beidou Void Slash, carrying a fierce killing intent that was so intense it could shatter even space itself, clashed at the same point!
Intense sparks flew out, and the originally calm air suddenly turned into a raging torrent, violently fluctuating and transforming into rolling waves of air that rushed in all directions.

"Seven ninja souls reside within me! Seven! Therefore, I am the strongest in the world. There is no one in the world who can defeat me. You are no match for me either!"

Namo San! What a confident statement!

Arrogant, domineering, gloomy, and violent.

Like a terrifying ghost, Old Yuan grinned and laughed. His giant body, taller than Hokuto no Otoko, pressed his opponent down. He unleashed his full power of karate, capable of turning ordinary ninjas into scallion tuna and corpse starch with a single blow!

As he said, his ninja title was "Destruction Ninja." While ordinary ninjas were born from the possession of only one ninja soul, he underwent human modification and possessed seven ninja souls simultaneously.

These are the lower-middle ninja souls of the "Tanaka Ninja", "Scorpion Ninja Clan", "Cobra Ninja", "Giant Ninja", "Pain Ninja", and "Shrike Ninja", and the upper-middle ninja soul of the "Samurai Ninja".

Bare-handed, Methyl confronted two famous swords with furrowed brows. His massive, muscular arms clashed head-on with the ninja's steel wrists, creating a terrifying ripple of air that instantly cleared away the surrounding blurry flesh and blood.

boom!
The Marunouchi Building, on the verge of collapse, shook violently again after withstanding the attacks from both sides. Smoke and dust flew everywhere. Even the hardest steel could not withstand the swords and fists wielded by the powerful warriors!
But the battle was not over yet. The Marunouchi Building maintained its shape thanks to the stitching of the life fibers, but at the cost of this, huge cracks began to appear on the ground of the surrounding streets.

"Anything that moves will die. Even a ninja will die if killed! Old Yuan = San, before my fists, you only await your fate of death!"

"Eeya—!"

Old Yuan unleashed a roar seven times stronger than that of an ordinary ninja! His body suddenly swelled up, and the famous sword in his hand could slice through the earth and tear the sky apart!
"Ada---!!"

With Jagi's roar, countless shadows of fists converged into a tidal wave, engulfing the slash.

The already shattered ground was completely reduced to dust by the murderous intent and the power that surged with rage, revealing the red tempered fiber floor beneath.

In a nearly evenly matched exchange, both men took a step back.

Noisy!
Two slowly splitting cross-shaped bloodstains appeared on Jagi's right cheek, the symbol of the headquarters, "One Cut, Two Separations".

Peng!
Old Yuan's entire body armor was deformed, with one fist-shaped indentation after another, hanging tattered and torn on his body.

In the next instant, the two of them made the same choice—

breathe!

breathe--!!!
(End of this chapter)