Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 667 Iga Ninja

Chapter 667: Chapter 667 Iga Ninja

Zheng Xi squinted at Li Feng, surrounded by ninjas, and couldn’t help feeling secretly pleased. Now that Li Feng had come, he shouldn’t think of leaving in one piece.

Chu Wei was indeed formidable. Such a simple scheme, yet it lured Li Feng directly to him.

"You can still beg for mercy while kneeling down," he said, "Just kneel before me, and I might lessen your pain a bit and let them castrate you cleanly and neatly."

"I’m just not sure if the Lady Chairman of the Century Group would kick you to the curb once she finds out you’ve been castrated. I wonder whether you could still sit securely in your chairman’s seat."

Having learned Li Feng’s identity from Chu Wei, and after Chu Wei had explained all the details of how Li Feng gained his position, Zheng Xi gained confidence via a combination of this information and further content he had scraped from the internet.

A guy who rises by clinging to a woman dares to challenge him? Does he not realize what he’s worth? And still dares to compete with him for women?

Li Feng scanned the ninjas around him, who were maintaining their distinctive crouching posture, each holding a sharpened katana, watching Li Feng with fiercely eager eyes.

Ninjas from Beihai Country.

These ninjas wouldn’t appear here for no reason. Why did Chu Wei lead him here?

Clearly, the Zheng Family has some murky relationship with Chu Wei.

Li Feng wasn’t concerned about these ninjas, and Zheng Xi was even less worth mentioning. What furrowed Li Feng’s brow was Chu Wei.

From involving Mu Yuyan to this current setup, Chu Wei had clearly hidden some information. Knowing Chu Wei, he wasn’t a careless person.

As for Zheng Xi managing to fool Chu Wei and secretly setting up ninjas to ambush and trap him, Li Feng truly didn’t believe Zheng Xi was capable of that.

Li Feng shook his head, recalling the times they had fought side by side. People are unpredictable, and Li Feng couldn’t guarantee that Chu Wei hadn’t changed.

Perhaps they were still friends, but it was likely Chu Wei now had his own agenda.

Perhaps everyone was being manipulated by him, and Li Feng was also calculated as a pawn.

"Hey, Li, the fuck are you daydreaming for?" Zheng Xi snapped, visibly annoyed. Dammit, was he talking to deaf ears, or did he see these ninjas as actors?

Out of frustration and not bothering with more idle talk, Zheng Xi directly issued an order to the ninjas in Japanese.

"I’ll do it!"

One of the ninjas leapt forward from the group, closing in on Li Feng rapidly and crouching lower as he approached. Just before reaching him, the ninja swiftly drew his sword.

One-Sword Style·Sword Drawing Technique.

In an instant, the katana was unsheathed, its cold gleam slicing through the air like the shadow of a crescent moon.

Clang.

The katana was unexpectedly blocked. The ninja looked in disbelief at what had stopped his sharp blade — a mere coin had blocked it.

Was this even possible for a human to perform?

While the ninja was still in shock, Li Feng sneered and stepped forward, grabbing the ninja’s shoulder. With a move from the Tendon and Bone Separation Technique, he dislocated the ninja’s shoulder.

Bearing intense pain, the ninja showed remarkable fortitude and made no sound. Li Feng showed no mercy and kicked the ninja on the shin, directly in front of the bone.

Crack.

In an instant, the ninja’s shin bone broke, a piece of bone piercing through the muscle and skin, showing a grotesque broken end.

"Argh!"

Finally unable to endure the pain, the ninja let out a loud scream.

"Miyamoto."

"Damn Yan Country people, seeking death."

Without needing Zheng Xi’s order, the remaining ninjas, provoked by Li Feng’s ferocity, immediately pulled out shurikens and shot them toward Li Feng.

Li Feng sneered coldly, threw several coins, and the shurikens collided with the coins in mid-air. The sharp shurikens pierced through the coins, but their force was neutralized by the coins, falling directly to the ground.

Li Feng reached out, grabbed a ninja beside him, and with a twist of his body, hurled him like a cannonball. Simultaneously, he rotated his body another hundred and eighty degrees and charged towards the back.

The two ninjas in front saw Li Feng pounce at them and, with a swift reaction, drew their katanas and struck in unison.

Li Feng swiftly sidestepped, dodging the cleaving katanas like a cheetah, and crashed into a ninja. Although this ninja was crouching with a stable stance, he couldn’t withstand the flying knee driven by Li Feng’s inertia.

The impact struck the ninja’s chest, instantly sending him flying backward.

"Baga."

The ninja beside him hadn’t expected Li Feng to be so fierce, nor his strikes so ruthless and decisive. This was no ordinary man; under normal circumstances, others would have been scared witless by their katanas and unable to counterattack.

"Baga ni ma."

Li Feng immediately grabbed the wrist of the ninja who had slashed at him, deftly twisted it, dislocating the wrist, and seized his katana.

The ninja was completely dumbfounded. How could his own sword...

He hadn’t regained his senses, and in Li Feng’s hand, the katana already swirled, a flash of cold light streaking past his eyes.

It was over.

The ninja instinctively closed his eyes.

Snap.

Li Feng did not use the blade to chop at the ninja’s head but slapped the flat of the sword against his face, instantly adding a palm-sized slash mark to his face.

The man was stunned beyond belief, crashing to the ground.

Li Feng held the katana, its tip dragging on the ground, and looked towards the ninjas he had just subdued, curling his finger at them provocatively.

The ninjas couldn’t believe that with their numerical advantage, three of them had been beaten down by a Yan Country man, a disgrace to their honor.

This was a disgrace to the Iga Ninja.

"Kill!"

This Li fellow was not a simple man; he could hold his own against their hired ninjas, and it wasn’t even one-on-one but several against one.

Though these ninjas were lower-ranked, they were still much stronger than some of the top martial artists in the world, especially in assassination; every ninja was an assassin.

Li Feng snorted coldly and directly confronted the charging ninjas.

In just a brief moment, these few ninjas realized that even their cooperative efforts were insufficient to subdue Li Feng. They exchanged glances.

"Ninja Technique·Escape Technique."

Each ninja pulled out a black smoke pill, essentially an ancient version of a smoke grenade, and slammed it onto the ground before them. Instantly, a thick cloud of smoke rose, concealing their figures.

Li Feng’s vision was obstructed by the smoke.

Just then, a hidden weapon shuriken swiftly aimed at Li Feng’s back.