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Chapter 300 The first confrontation
The assassin's figure still looked as hunched over, but a chilling killing intent finally emerged between his brows. The cold light flashing in his hand was only half an inch beyond his fingertips, and ordinary people might not even be able to detect that he was holding a weapon.

The movements, exceeding the limits of human joints, were twisted and awkward, yet the attacks precisely targeted blind spots in human movement. The bursts of speed within a small space were so swift that even though Feng Xue reacted quickly, she still couldn't avoid being cut by the tiny knife, which was only the length of her little finger, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

Just as Feng Xue was about to retaliate, she suddenly felt dizzy and was about to fall uncontrollably. When the assassin saw this, a hint of joy appeared on his dead face. He reached out and hooked the limp Feng Xue up, then turned and rushed out of the clinic.

Amid the patients' gasps, the assassin unleashed his full skills, transforming into a shadowy figure as he made several turns and dashed into an alleyway under the gloomy twilight.

Chicken Cage Village's intricate terrain is a maze for newcomers, but for those familiar with it, every step is a shortcut. The assassin carried Feng Xue at breakneck speed, and a few minutes later, they arrived at a safe house.

"Master...Master...Master..."

Suddenly, the assassin, who seemed to be heading to retrieve something, froze, then, like an ant without a leader, began to spin in circles. At the same time, a sigh abruptly echoed in this room where no one else should have been—

"Sigh, you still need to practice your illusion magic!"

The whole world shattered like a mirror that had been struck hard. The assassin's expression was completely out of control. The safe house was still the same safe house, but the target on his shoulder had become a bench. Looking at the target standing three meters away, he felt a wave of dizziness. Feng Xue narrowed her eyes, and an invisible lock quietly closed.

"Take it down!" Yingbao let out a cheerful shout, but Feng Xue rolled her eyes and said:
"What do you mean 'take down'? If you could just improve your illusion magic, we could go straight to his headquarters, okay?"

“Real-time illusion calculation is very difficult, okay? You have to read minds, set up the environment, match it as closely as possible to his memories, and make minor adjustments at any time, while his mind is so stable…” Upon hearing Feng Xue’s words, Mo Ying immediately complained, but Feng Xue did not respond.

Although the illusion failed to induce the illusion, the opponent's mind inevitably had a weakness the moment the illusion was broken, allowing the Bewitching Heart to be successfully activated. Now that [Destiny] is locked, the matter is no longer in doubt.

"Name?"

"Daisuke Nakajima."

"The Japanese devils?" Feng Xue raised her eyebrows, understanding in her heart. It seemed that this guy was the "insignificant" nobody that the great demon had mentioned before.

"identity?"

"Ninja."

"?" Upon hearing this familiar profession, Feng Xue paused for a moment, then asked with some curiosity:
"Which ninja village are you from? Do you have a bloodline limit? What ninjutsu do you know?"

"I am a ninja raised by the Nine Chrysanthemums Clan. I don't know what a bloodline limit is, but the ninjutsu I know include the Rope Escape Technique, the Concealment Technique, and the Disguise Technique..."

"Tsk, a reality-based ninja, huh? But being able to fool the aura-observation technique is quite impressive. But the Nine Chrysanthemums faction... why does that sound so familiar?"

Feng Xue shook her head. It was more convenient to ask directly than to speculate.

"Why did you kidnap me?"

"I don't know. I only received the mission to capture you alive. I know nothing else."

"They're really cautious..." Feng Xue shook her head and continued to ask:
"Who is your master?"

"..."

The ninja didn't answer, and Feng Xue frowned, thinking he didn't know, and asked again:
"Where was the original delivery location? How was the meeting arranged?" "..."

There was still no response. If it weren't for the Ghostly Heart above the other person's head still being locked, Feng Xue would have even suspected that the spell had failed.

"One-way communication? He's a cautious person, but as long as we know about the sect's heritage, we can just inquire about it later."

Feng Xue pondered, starting to think about how to deal with this ninja.

Killing it directly is pointless; it's just a tool that serves no purpose other than venting anger. It's better to give it to a powerful demon later; who knows, it might be useful to the higher-ups.

Thinking of this, Feng Xue was about to turn around and go back to the clinic, but as soon as she turned around, the ninja who had been standing still suddenly froze.

Feng Xue, who had been using an over-the-shoulder perspective during the battle, keenly sensed something was wrong and suddenly lunged forward. Only then did the warning light from Little Bell arrive belatedly.

No, it can't be said to be too late, because the ninja's movements were indeed somewhat stiff at this moment, far less explosive than in the clinic earlier. Feng Xue didn't even need to prepare; she only needed to utter a single word—

"stop!"

The already stiff ninja froze, standing motionless like a living wax figure, but the image projected by the little bell in his mind continued to change rapidly.

"Determining fate shouldn't be a problem. The locked target shouldn't be able to disobey my orders, so this change must be due to external influence?"

Looking at the muscles bulging high, constantly fighting against his will, he looked like an old man in his twilight years, yet seemed about to ascend to a steroid planet at any moment due to excessive use of veterinary drugs.

"boom!"

Suddenly, with an indescribable sound, blood gushed from the blood vessels, and tendons began to rupture. Yet, this ninja, who should have been killed by this, launched an attack in this state.

"This should be considered some kind of puppetry technique, right?" Feng Xue saw that the lifespan indicator above the ninja's head had disappeared, realizing he was truly dead, and immediately thought to herself:

"Is there a way to directly locate the original body using magical means?"

"There's nothing I can do. This isn't real-time control, so I can't sense the interaction of energy." Little Bell said there was nothing she could do, so Feng Xue didn't say anything more. She pointed her fingers like a sword, and the magic power in her sea of ​​consciousness surged out instantly. After being transformed by the talisman she carried with her, it turned into a crimson sword that leaped with lightning.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword technique from the game player was immediately unleashed. The spell, jokingly called "Thunderfire Sword" by the players, left a blazing blue-red trail in the air. In just one turn, the ninja's head had already fallen to the ground.

However, the corpse did not fall down after losing its head; instead, it still stretched out its bleeding hands and stiffly launched an attack.

With a flick of her finger, Feng Xue caused the Thunderfire Sword to immediately fold and spin, its arms and legs separating completely from the torso.

However, Feng Xue did not destroy the body to cover her tracks. Instead, she withdrew her supernatural powers, lightly made a hand seal, and a lightning magic signature instantly rose into the air—

"I was assassinated by Japanese ninjas here. I am new to this place and do not know how to deal with the aftermath."

Having left enough magical power for the signature to last for a quarter of an hour, Feng Xue nodded in satisfaction with her calligraphy skills. Mo Ying, standing beside her, whispered:
"Anyone can make rubbings by copying from a calligraphy model."

(End of this chapter)