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Chapter 1168 The Person Wearing the Same Watch as Yang Le
With the direct road, Damian was much faster than he had been two days ago, and arrived at his destination in less than an hour.

The elite ninjas were already prepared and waiting for Damian to arrive.

"I hope you're ready." The leading elite ninja gave Damian a meaningful look, then turned and gestured for Damian to follow.

After wandering around the building for a while, the group finally stopped in front of a double door. The Bigfoot Ninjas pushed the door open, revealing the contents of the room.

I don’t know if it’s because Qu Rui’er likes Japanese greetings, but this is another room full of Japanese style, which looks like the dojo of the Assassin’s Guild base.

The wooden floor leads through the doorway to a set of steps, at the top of which stands a door carved into a wooden panel.

The elite ninja walked straight toward the carved door, then stopped at the bottom of the steps. After striking a few strange poses, the oil lamp next to the carving reacted.

The flame burning on the wick suddenly shot up, transforming into a fire dragon that spiraled through the air and climbed toward the carving. After colliding with it, it spread out and finally completely enveloped the door.

Once the wooden door was completely encased, a pink energy replaced the flames, and gradually a door composed of pink and white energy appeared before everyone.

After the elite ninja finished doing all this, he stepped aside and respectfully bowed to Damian behind him, indicating that the other party could pass through the door.

Damian looked at the ball of pink energy, silently cheered himself on, gripped the hilt of the knife hanging at his waist, and resolutely walked towards the door.

When Damian passed through that ball of energy, he didn't feel anything special, just a faint sense of resistance, as if he were passing through a thin membrane. Then, he opened his eyes and found himself in an open space.

The surrounding terrain was nothing special, just a wild field, but the sky here immediately caught Damian's attention.

"Pink sky," Damian murmured to himself. When he came to his senses, four elite ninjas were already standing behind him.

"The selection process begins once you step through the door."

As soon as the elite ninja finished speaking, four javelins, each as thick as a bowl, shot down from the distant sky. After traveling some distance between them, they landed neatly in the open ground about five meters away from Damian.

Before Damian could figure out what was happening, the four javelins began to deform, and with a series of creaking sounds, they turned into four slender humanoid creatures.

"brush!"

The four humanoid creatures simultaneously drew curved swords from their waists, their target being Damian, who was not far away.

"Looks like they're the opponents for the selection tournament." Without a second thought, Damian drew his Soul Sword, the faint light emanating from the black aura giving him boundless courage.

“Exactly.” The elite ninja nodded. “Only by defeating them can you pass the selection. Once you are defeated or beg for mercy, you will immediately lose your qualification and be sent back to your own world.”

"Don't worry, I can't possibly lose."

After Damian finished speaking, he raised his sword and charged at the guards, who in turn attacked him.

Damian quickly assessed the situation. He first ducked to avoid the horizontal slash from the leading guard, then swung his sword back to strike the guard's scimitar, the sharp Soul Sword slicing through it without resistance. After disarming one guard, Damian kicked him away, then parried a slash from another guard who followed closely behind. But in that brief moment of contact, the other two guards arrived.

Just as Damian was about to fall to the other two guards due to being held back, the sword in his hand suddenly disappeared.

No, only the blade was gone, the hilt was still there. Without the blade, Damian was no longer restrained, and he took the opportunity to retreat and dodge the attacks of the other two guards.

At this moment, the three enemies in front of Damian were all stunned. He seized the opportunity and strode forward again. At this moment, the Soul Sword in his hand condensed once more and swung down.

All three guards were cut in half at the waist, and the remaining one, who had lost his weapon, was no longer a threat and was quickly eliminated by Damian.

The instant Damian finished the battle, a ball of blue energy appeared in mid-air and quickly condensed into a semi-transparent spirit dressed like a sumo referee.

"Very good, warrior from another world, you have won the selection competition. Now you can go to the main city to participate in the Multiverse Martial Arts Tournament hosted by the Supreme Daimyo."

After Damian dispelled the Soul Sword, he hung the hilt back on his waist, then turned to the elite ninjas behind him for confirmation. Only after they nodded did he head to the main city, guided by the referee.

The elite ninjas could only offer Damian limited assistance. As they said, most of their knowledge about this place came from books, and they probably would never have come here if it weren't for Damian.

Therefore, they didn't know the way to the main city, but fortunately the referee pointed them in the right direction so they wouldn't get lost.

After walking for about ten minutes, the group finally saw an ancient Japanese-style castle. The bustling long street that followed them through the castle gate immediately caught their eye and ears.

"According to the rules, we can only accompany you this far. The rest is up to you." The elite ninja bowed his head, then led his companions and turned to leave the city gate.

Damian didn't care much about the departure of the elite ninjas. After straightening his clothes, he prepared to turn around and find Yang Le and the others to join them.

But before Damian could even take a step, he heard a very loud voice.

"Hey guy!"

Damian turned his head to look in the direction from which the voice came, and even in the bustling street, he immediately recognized who the voice belonged to.

He was a person whose attire was as flamboyant as his voice. He wore a light blue short-sleeved shirt under a black vest and a dark blue tie, giving him a mature-beyond-his-years feel.

She had earrings and a blue and gold pendant around her neck, which was about the size of a palm and must have been quite heavy.

However, none of these things attracted Damian the most. With his keen eye, it was hard for him not to notice the hourglass-like pattern carved on the other person's pendant. He only had this pattern on one person, and that person was Yang Le.

As Damian scanned the person in front of him, his keen eyes naturally spotted the other person's left hand and the wristwatch on his wrist.

Although the styles were very different, Damian was convinced that the other person's watch was the same as Yang Le's.

(End of this chapter)