Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 680 - 780: One Ring After Another

Chapter 680: Chapter 780: One Ring After Another

Hmph.

Li Feng saw the glint of the blade coming at him, but he didn’t dodge; instead, as he charged forward, one hand firmly grasped a chair from under the dining table nearby.

As his opponent drew the sword just opposite him, Li Feng exerted force from his waist and swung the chair in his hand like a meteor hammer, smashing it towards the ninja in front of him.

Damn.

It seemed as if ten thousand curses were running wild in the ninja’s heart. His sword-wielding hand hesitated for a moment; the chair that Li Feng swung came too fast and too fiercely, crashing directly towards him.

Though it was late to describe, it happened fast.

In virtually a blink, the chair, carrying immense force, struck the ninja in front of him. With a loud bang, the violent impact shattered the chair and likewise, the ninja’s body flew apart like the broken pieces.

Hit like being struck by a truck, the ninja was flung backwards, his ribs in front not knowing how many were shattered, and a mouthful of old blood profusely sprayed onto his mask.

Li Feng’s ruthless move made the nearby ninjas gasp, the opponent in front of them suddenly seemed terrifying. In this dark environment, wasn’t it supposed to be their home field?

But why was this man not the slightest bit scared, and instead, utterly ferocious?

Clang.

Seven or eight meters away, Miyamoto swung his hand to split open a lighter, but the kerosene inside sprayed out instantly, transforming into sparks splattering onto Miyamoto’s body.

"Baka."

Miyamoto, furious and embarrassed, quickly patted out the flames on his body. However, the scattered sparks provided enough light for Li Feng to catch more silhouettes. His toe kicked the katana that had previously fallen to the ground, turning it into a shooting star hurled forward.

Hiss.

The katana swept past two people and finally buried itself into an unlucky ninja’s abdomen, the blade penetrating through with a streak of blood emerging from his back.

"Use Hidden Weapons, shoot him!"

Miyamoto yelled out.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding ninjas snapped back to reality and swiftly vanished into the darkness; in the next instant, countless shurikens and shuriken flew from all directions.

Li Feng grabbed the tablecloth from a nearby table and spun around, swirling the cloth. The forceful shake caught the incoming hidden weapons within it. After spinning twice, Li Feng flung the cloth, sending the caught weapons densely flying back in one direction.

"Aah!"

Instantly, many of the unlucky ninjas were struck by their own weapons.

Miyamoto obviously didn’t expect this man from Yan Country to be so troublesome. Even in this dark environment, he managed effortlessly, which was simply monstrous.

"Is that all the moves you have, ninjas of Beihai Country?"

"Really don’t know who gave you the courage to run wild in Sea City."

Li Feng sneered coldly.

"But since you’ve come, you might as well all stay."

"You people never learn."

Listening to Li Feng’s boast, Miyamoto sneered coldly, "You will pay the price for your arrogance. I won’t kill you, I will take you to the ship, then cut you into pieces and feed you to the fishes."

Having said that, Miyamoto, moving with the stealthy quickness of a ninja, charged towards Li Feng.

Li Feng, hearing Miyamoto’s rapidly approaching footsteps, chuckled coldly, "Azure Dragon."

Snap.

In an instant, the lights in the hall flashed on, unexpectedly brightening so abruptly that it caused one’s eyes to involuntarily close.

But Li Feng adapted faster than these unprepared ninjas because as he called out, he had already closed his eyes.

When Li Feng opened his eyes again, Miyamoto had already charged to within two or three meters of him, but the sudden light made Miyamoto’s eyes blur completely white.

Miyamoto’s body hesitated subconsciously, but Li Feng didn’t falter, stepping forward and smashing his hand down on the face of Miyamoto.

Crack.

Instantly, Miyamoto’s nasal bones shattered under Li Feng’s blow, and he fell backward, face-up.

Thud.

As Miyamoto hit the ground and opened his eyes, Li Feng was already stepping on his chest.

"Bastard, let go of Lord Miyamoto."

Seeing Miyamoto under Li Feng’s foot, a nearby ninja burst into fury, and Li Feng snorted coldly.

"Let go?"

"Is that so?"

Li Feng lifted his foot and then stomped down hard, breaking Miyamoto’s ribs with a crack. Miyamoto choked, his eyes bulging.

Li Feng surveyed the ninjas around him; there were only about a dozen—an inconsistent number compared to what he had investigated earlier. Zheng Shan really underestimated him.

Did he think these few ninjas could take him down?

"What’s going on, why are the lights on?"

Inside Mountain and Water Villa’s surveillance room, Zheng Shan looked grimly at a subordinate, whose forehead was sweating: "Chairman, I don’t know what happened."

Zheng Shan’s eyelid twitched as he watched Li Feng, who was stepping on Miyamoto, on the monitor: "Li Feng, as expected, not even the ninjas of Beihai Country could match you, but do you really think that’s all I, Zheng Shan, can do?"

While speaking, Zheng Shan inwardly cursed Miyamoto thoroughly. He had ordered Miyamoto to bring all the ninjas to ambush Li Feng, but Miyamoto had only brought a dozen and let the rest leave early.

He had thought that in the dark, these ninjas could easily kill Li Feng, but it seemed Li Feng was already prepared.

Perhaps there were Li Feng’s men inside Mountain and Water Villa, otherwise how could the lights have turned on.

Zheng Shan glared at the main screen: "This is your doing."

With that, Zheng Shan picked up a walkie-talkie: "Take action."

"Kill."

Li Feng’s actions, stepping on Miyamoto, directly enraged the surrounding ninjas; Miyamoto was their leader, and they had to rescue him.

Li Feng coldly scanned the attacking ninjas. In the dark, these ninjas might have been a threat, but in bright light, they were nothing.

However, as Li Feng fought these ninjas in the main hall, another group appeared outside the hall.

"Down."

Several people tipped large plastic barrels over, releasing a strong smell of alcohol that evaporated immediately and flowed into the hall through the gaps under the doors, and the same happened at the other two doors.

A large amount of high-concentration alcohol poured into the hall.

Li Feng kicked a ninja, sending him flying back seven or eight meters and rolling out another three or four meters, splashing up liquid.

The strong smell of alcohol entered his nostrils, and Li Feng also noticed the alcohol flowing in.

In the surveillance room, Zheng Shan watching the defeated ninjas: "Humph, if I can’t kill you, then I’ll burn you."

"Light it."

At Zheng Shan’s command,

outside the hall, Zheng Shan’s voice came through the walkie-talkie, and one of Zheng Shan’s confidants lit a cigarette, took a puff, then flicked the cigarette butt into the alcohol. Instantly, flames spread rapidly, seeping through the gaps under the doors, igniting fierce flames inside the hall.

"Ah, ah!"

The ninjas that Li Feng had knocked down, lying in the alcohol, were quickly engulfed by the flames, turning into a fireball and screaming as they charged toward Li Feng.