The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

"Aaaaaah!" A painful scream rang out from Eita Nikaido's mouth.

He rolled around and writhed, wriggling like a shrimp.

"Hmph!" Zhou Ming crossed his arms, a sneer on his face, and looked at Nikaido Eita, who was rolling around.

Although more than 1000 Blood Fiend Talismans were incorporated into Eita Nikaido's body, the different methods used resulted in vastly different effects.

The human furnace used to forge the demonic sword requires the user to fully utilize their talents, so it does not distort the user's will, but still retains the ability to control life and death.

Zhou Ming only needed to control the Blood Fiend Talisman to move violently within Nikaido Eita's body to make him feel pain worse than death.

"They're really tough, not even begging for mercy despite the pain." Zhou Ming sneered, a thought flashing through his mind.

Eita Nikaido immediately stopped struggling, lying on his side on the ground covered in sweat, panting heavily, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

But the next moment, his eyes changed, he slammed his hand on the ground, leaped into the air, picked up the demon sword Hirumaru, and charged towards Zhou Ming.

Before he could even take another step, he was thrown sideways at low altitude, and another wave of excruciating pain erupted within him.

Eita Nikaido tried to grit his teeth and hold on, but he couldn't help the spasms in his body, and he fell to the ground again.

"boom!"

"Ahhh!"

"He really is a stray dog, quite fierce." Zhou Ming looked at Nikaido Eita, who was rolling around in front of him, and said with a sneer.

"Aren't you going to kill him?" A voice suddenly came from behind.

Tang Jiaren has already treated his wounds, and even taken care of his severed hands and feet. If he goes back and sees a doctor at Jishetang, there is still a possibility that they can be reattached.

He was leaning on a crutch that was clearly newly made, with Li Ding following behind him, who was holding the severed limb in his arms.

“Kill them? These are top-quality materials. We should at least use them up before killing them,” Zhou Ming said, shaking his head slightly.

At this moment, the surroundings were quieter than before, as a large number of ninjas had been killed, while the distance was much more lively than before.

Outside the military camp, one of the escaped ninjas stopped and gritted his teeth, saying, "We can't leave. Eita and Hiruma are still in that person's hands."

"Don't be silly. We are no match for that person. What we should do now is report the information here to Mr. Erli."

"We can't let Mr. Erli know nothing..."

Hearing his two companions' advice, the ninja started running again.

The forest is vast, but there are only 100 Blood Demon Soldiers. Even if they are dispersed, they cannot completely intercept everyone.

On the contrary, the Japanese soldiers who acted in groups were easy to find and intercept because they were too large a target.

On the other side of the cliff, the Tang Clan members, who were preparing to retreat, couldn't help but look back at the other side.

"Are those people crazy?" Xu Xin couldn't help but turn around and say.

"Their target isn't the Hieiyama ninja clan at all, but all the Japanese devils," said the woman who met Nikaido Eita.

Tang Tongbi and Du Fosong, who had originally encountered Nikaido Eita and been killed, have now escaped with their lives.

"Should we retreat? Why not take this opportunity..." Xu Xin hadn't finished speaking when he was hit on the head.

"Ah!" Xu Xin shrank back and looked over.

"Have you forgotten the master's orders from the beginning?" Tang Tongbi said seriously as her husband helped her walk.

"This group is large and powerful, and it's definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision. They have their own plan, and we don't need to worry about it."

"Retreat! Don't overthink it!"

On the other side, eight fourth-tier and above Blood Demon soldiers in the military camp were cleaning up the battlefield, refining the corpses of the Japanese soldiers.

Some ninjas were captured but not quite dead. Zhou Ming produced a triangular talisman and refined them into Blood Demon Soldiers.

Just then, Nomura Jiichi came running over from a distance, panting heavily. Upon seeing Zhou Ming, he said with a fawning expression, "Master is invincible, one... ahhh!"

Nomura Jiichi let out a painful howl and collapsed to the ground, rolling around in agony.

Chapter 125 The Old Master Who Stayed

"Do you think I'm easy to fool?" Zhou Ming looked coldly at Nomura Jiichi.

"No, ahhh... Master, ahhh... really no..."

"He's running too fast... Ahhh, I blocked him... but I can't catch up..." Nomura Jiichi explained while howling in pain.

On the other side, Eita Nikaido, holding the demon sword in both hands, was drenched in sweat, his hair plastered to his skin, and staring blankly at the rolling Nomura Jiichi.

Within his body, countless blood-fiend runes radiated light, transforming his entire body into a furnace for nurturing demonic swords and magical treasures.

The demon sword Hirumaru in his arms, as one of the important materials, has established a deeper connection with Eita Nikaido.

The demon sword Hirumaru, Nikaido Eita, and the demon sword Soul Eater gradually formed a fixed trinity.

The Demon Blade Soul Devourer grants the Demon Blade Hiruma the ability to devour flesh, souls, and life force. As a medium, the Demon Blade's own characteristics also flow into the power of devouring.

Ultimately, the demonic sword was forged and born in Eita Nikaido's human forging furnace.

"Let him kill more experts so that there will be enough nourishment to quickly create the demonic sword magic weapon." Zhou Ming ignored the wailing Nomura Jiichi and instead looked at Nikaido Eita.

After thinking about it for a moment, I immediately had a goal.

“The remaining elites of Bihe Mountain, the so-called Ghost Clan, should be enough to create the Demon Blade and Magic Treasure.” A glint flashed in Zhou Mingwei’s eyes.

"With this demonic sword in my hands, I'm not afraid those guys won't come looking for trouble. But since the ninja leader died at the hands of this lord, won't those guys seek revenge on the Tang Clan first?"

"Master! All four groups have returned, but more than half were killed or wounded; only 41 people have returned," Takeshita Akira reported succinctly.

Zhou Ming turned around and glanced at the returning Blood Demon Soldiers. Their auras had all surged, and even the lowest-ranking among them had advanced to the third tier, gaining the ability to recover.

"Let's rest for a bit, then we'll leave before dawn," Zhou Ming said softly.

"Yes."

Then, turning his gaze to Tang Jiaren, he said, "Mr. Tang, are you not planning to go back?"

"Haha! If Commander Zhou doesn't mind, I'd like to work with you for a while," Tang Jiaren laughed heartily.

Zhou Ming looked at the Tang Clan elder, then suddenly shook his head and said, "Your Tang Clan is really quite old-fashioned. I don't care about this favor."

“You may not care, but the Tang Clan can’t afford not to. If I go back, then it won’t be me who owes you, but the Tang Clan.” Tang Jiaren said with a smile, knowing that the other party did not understand the Tang Clan’s principles.

"Anyway, my life is yours now, and Jishetang is in Shanxi. I can recover my fighting strength in a day or two at most, and I can definitely help you."

Looking at the arrogant man who seemed determined to follow him, Zhou Ming knew that the other party had no intention of leaving alive and was determined to repay his kindness with his life.

"Alright, then I'll send someone to take you to Jishetang first," Zhou Ming nodded and said.

It's good that the master is here. The other party is a killer, and with the demon sword, there's no need to worry about those ghosts from Bihe Mountain not showing up.

Zhou Ming immediately arranged for Pikachu and Electromagnetic Cannon to take Tang Jiaren to Jishetang to have his arm and leg reattached.

……

A long-haired man stood there, somewhat stunned, muttering, "The teacher is dead?"

"Revenge!" a furious shout rang out, uttered by a tall, imposing man.

"Who on earth could kill our teacher?" A blond-haired man dressed in black with a cloak asked in disbelief.

"The other side claims to be the Laughing Yama of the Tang Clan, but the group that kidnapped Eita and stole the demon sword is a different group," a ninja reported, kneeling on one knee.

"Who!" said Makino Ittosai, a samurai wiping a katana.

“It’s… the Blood Demon!” The ninja took a breath, trying to calm his trembling heart, and said.

Everyone present was a master; the ninja's subtle actions couldn't escape their notice.

A man whose body was wrapped in cloth, but whose lower body could be seen wriggling in strips, approached.

"Are you scared?" a sinister voice rang out from the man.

The ninjas were immediately covered in sweat, their already tense hearts tightening even more from recalling that menacing aura.

A rustling sound came from the cloth covering the garment, sending chills down one's spine.

A foul stench wafted over, and the ninjas seemed to feel cold, menacing gazes upon them.

“Okatarou, I need more information,” said Nichiki Koji, who was wearing a mask and completely covered in wounds.

"Fine! Fine!" Okatarou retreated, bored.

At this moment, more than ten people had gathered here. They were the ghosts and elders of Mount Hiei. Among them, Erli Jushi, as the successor of the old ninja, naturally gained the right to speak after the old ninja's death.

"Are the Blood Demon and the Tang Clan acting in concert?" Erli Jushi asked the ninja.

"The enemy's actions didn't seem coordinated. The Blood Demon's men went straight for the army as soon as they appeared, destroying the command post first, before finally rescuing the Tang Clan members who were trying to assassinate their leader..."

After the ninja's explanation, everyone gained a better understanding of what happened that night.

"Avenge our teacher first, then retrieve the demon sword." An impatient voice rang out; it belonged to a young woman.

“Butterfly, I know you want to avenge your sister, but the Demon Blade is more important. Let’s retrieve the Demon Blade first, so we’ll have one more fighter, and then we can deal with the Tang Clan,” Mu Ye Yidaosai said with a cold snort.

"What did you say?" Die gritted her teeth and stood up.

"Quiet!" Erli Jushi snorted coldly, interrupting the two's argument.

He glanced at his subordinates and then said, "Whether it's the Demon Blade or revenge, we need intelligence. Only with solid intelligence can we continue our actions."

"Investigate the Blood Demon and the Tang Clan members involved in the operation first, especially the assassin who was rescued!"

After the order was given, the remaining Hieiyama ninjas sprang into action.

……

A crimson eagle soars at an altitude of ten thousand meters, its keen eyes watching the mountains and forests below.

They quickly located a wooded area on a hillside where squads of Japanese soldiers were making their way.

"Less than 200 people, the size of a squadron!" Zhou Ming thought to himself as he stood on a large rock in the distance.

With a wave of his hand, Takeshita Akira immediately led the Blood Demon Soldiers to follow.

We followed cautiously behind the group of Japanese soldiers, and as time passed, the sky darkened once again.

Under the watchful eye of Blood Eagle, the group of Japanese soldiers began to set up camp.

Zhou Ming stood alone on a tree branch, looking down into the distance.