Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 351 - 351 65th Decaying Sadness of Old Age Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows Part 2_2

351: 65th Chapter: Decaying Sadness of Old Age, Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows (Part 2)_2 351: 65th Chapter: Decaying Sadness of Old Age, Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows (Part 2)_2 “Guaah–!” Finally, a flaw appeared in the movement, and Wildfire was hit by shurikens!

20 shurikens struck at once, the ferocious orange creature stood rigid, unable to move.

His abdomen split open, fresh blood oozed out of the massive wound.

Zuiyan stood with his hands behind his back, rooted to the spot.

There had been growth, but it would end here.

However, the change that occurred the next second was beyond the old ninja’s expectations.

“Now…!” Something happened, and the orange-yellow garb split open.

Wildfire’s body ejected from the Heart Phase Weapon, sacrificing mobility and defense; he charged desperately like an ancient Samurai!

The shurikens scattered across the dojo, and the true body of the ninja, at this moment, burst forth with a glaring orange-yellow flame.

In order to launch his final attack, he had actually plunged the Fierce Flame shurikens into his own flesh!

The manic firelight made Zuiyan’s body stiffen.

“Eeeya–!” The hand thrust like a dagger struck directly at Zuiyan’s head, the concealed force was unleashed, tearing half of the body apart like a rubber being ripped!

“I…” Wildfire whispered unbelievingly, “won…?”

The slimy touch on the hand blade reminded him of the reality of his hit.

The ninja looked at his right hand for the first time, the sticky purple blood on his fingertips was the proof of reality…

Purple, blood?

The diminutive ninja’s ragged corpse stood in place, the eyes beneath the broken mask emitted a mysterious light.

Wildfire caught a strong scent of alcohol, as if it had always been there but he had overlooked it…

Yes, the master had drunk before the battle began…!

The corpse of “Zuiyan” distorted like an abstract painting, turning into a purple mist and dissipating.

Broken windows, ruined floors, ceilings, his own hand, everything became distorted, inverted.

He couldn’t tell east from west, north from south, standing wobblingly like a drunk, and thumped onto the ground.

“It’s over now.”

Was it a substitute…

A substitute made with techniques during the shuriken showdown…

What exactly was the master’s Impermanence Skill…

Struggling to lift his head, Wildfire saw in the hallucinatory world a fearsome entity akin to a nightmare come to life.

Blue-purple skin, a ghastly face, devilish horns, and limbs like that of a beast.

With a terrifying three-headed and six-armed figure, it was indeed the Demon Lord, the embodiment of negative emotions, the visualization of fear itself.

He remembered the teaching of his master from the past.

“Martial Arts Association · Military Edge is built on a foundation of fear.

Make your adversary fear you, make your comrades fear you.

Become fear itself in the darkness, that is what it means to be a true ninja.”

When the creature spoke, it was as if thousands were chanting in unison, indistinct.

“To transcend the Mortal World through poisoned alcohol, yet fear follows like a shadow.”

“Spiritual Image · Manifestation, Bewitching Fragrance of Drunken Terror.”

In an instant, numerous unsettling memories surged in his mind.

Relationships, social status, pressures of survival…

All the “fears” he had ever experienced erupted from his memories, tormenting Wildfire like poison deep in his bones.

His entire body was paralyzed, his mouth issuing a distressed shriek.

He remembered an even deeper fear, the great earthquake he experienced as a child emerged in his mind.

At the moment this memory surfaced, the dojo began to shake violently, windows shattered amidst the severe trembling, it was as if a real earthquake had descended!

“Aghh–!” Wildfire was lifted by the shock wave.

How absurd, this was certainly not an illusion of the Spiritual Image Skill…

his fear had materialized into a physical phenomenon in reality!

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The Ninja Army Leader · Zuiyan’s Spiritual Image · Manifestation, was the visualization of fear.

Relationships, social status, life pressures…

Intangible fears became “poison” that weakened one’s strength.

Unbeatable enemies, natural disasters experienced, feared beasts…

Tangible fears manifested in the Domain, turning into physical creatures and attacks.

It wasn’t an incredible technique.

It worked poorly on machines and inanimate objects, only proving effective in combat against people.

Like his own identity, the ninja active in the shadows, using techniques that shun the light.

Wildfire, on the brink of death, still struggled to persuade.

“Master…!

Please reconsider…!”

“I am not your master!” Zuiyan roared, “My disciples are ninjas who give their lives for the protection of the country…

not despicable spies sent by great nations!”

This was for the best.

This was enough.

Having devoted a lifetime’s blood, sweat, and tears to the organization, he would now perish alongside it, this was the destined end for a ninja!

“A traitor to the country, you do not deserve the title of ninja.”

Ninja Army Leader · Zuiyan, like an executioner before the act, raised his hand blade.

“You will not have the chance to recite a haiku.

You will die in the deepest fear!”

The power of Spiritual Image · Manifestation exposed the deepest fears within Wildfire, transforming it into raging hell in reality.

The hand blade descended mercilessly, the power of Impermanence Skill imprinting the vision of hell into Zuiyan’s mind!

That was the horrific scene of the city’s collapse.

Majestic skyscrapers had crumbled, towering spires had fallen, and the once-proud metropolis was now unrecognizable.

People were screaming in the streets, which resembled rubble, and everywhere there were tragedies and riots.

“Save me, please save me,” the heartbreaking cries echoed amidst the debris.

He saw many bodies, bodies that had died tragically in the streets.

Crushed, polluted, self-inflicted, the Mitamura…

Many were ninjas he had once trained, many were his colleagues…

Forward, he looked to the front lines.

Under the ruins of Jiushijiu Tower lay two bodies, one belonged to Wildfire, who had already expired…

and one, clad in blue-purple ninja equipment, belonged to himself…

Their fingers were all gripping shurikens.

Even in their final moment before death, they had never stopped fighting.

“…!”

Zuiyan’s right hand couldn’t stop trembling.

The hell within Wildfire’s heart expanded, magnifying across the entire island in his mind.

He saw Zero Island turned upside down, the red calamity laughing wildly, Calamity God roaring in the sky, demons rampaging in the mortal world.

This was Wildfire’s deepest fear.

The thing his apprentice feared the most was the collapse of Weiyuan City and the death of his colleagues, the destruction of Zero Island!

“Ah…

Ah ah!”

The old man couldn’t bring himself to strike down with his hand, trembling violently.

He was like a truly decrepit, useless old man.

Zuiyan’s stance dissolved, and he staggered before falling to the ground.

Underneath his mask, tears streamed down an old face.

Wildfire, clutching his wound, struggled to stand.

“Master…”

Zuiyan spoke intermittently, reciting the creed ingrained deep within him.

“We are ninjas without blood or tears…

we are ruthless killing machines…”

Wildfire removed his mask.

The weather-beaten middle-aged man spoke like a child uttering naive words.

“But in the end…

we are still humans with empathy.”

The old man sat on the ground for a while, saying nothing.

Wildfire quietly waited.

“Takaya, go buy me a bottle of tea,” finally, the master spoke, “and have Goro come up as well.”

“Most pleased to,” Wildfire, no, Maoli Takaya, bowed deeply.

Then, realizing something, he asked with confusion.

“Do you need tea?”

“Ah, yes.

I can no longer be intoxicated.”

“…

Yes!”

Wildfire left the dojo.

The old man sat in the dilapidated dojo, reminiscing about the past, mumbling about trivial matters of yore like any nostalgic old man.

Students, ninjas, classes, playing chess.

This is the chariot piece, it can only move forward, not backward.

Only forward.

Takaya and Goro arrived, carrying cheap bottled tea.

Gulp.

The old man drank the tea heartily.

The bitter taste washed through his mind.

He opened his eyes and was once again the Ninja Army Leader·Zuiyan.

Memories dissipated like mist, with no trace of confusion left in his heart.

Alcohol allows one to evade the noise of the mortal world, but evasion itself is proof of fear.

Yet people still reach for the bottle, for the fleeting comfort alcohol brings, to inspire themselves with counterfeit courage.

Only to awaken and realize that everything was just a drunken man’s marching in place.

What humans need is real courage and enlightenment.

For the country, for the people striving to survive on this island, for the hopeful youths.

He made a decision.

Zuiyan drained the tea.

He stepped forward.