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Chapter 473 Let's take down this damned ninja!
If any of you here possessed the dynamic vision of a ninja or a martial artist, you would surely have been astonished by the wind-and-forest-and-fire-and-fire-and-attack-and-defense whirlwind of just now!

It was like air being injected into his blood vessels. The moment the ferocious Dragon Qi entered his body, Lao Yuan's body suddenly swelled up, and he trembled more and more violently. Intense pain came from all over his body, as if it were about to tear him apart.

It's so painful! It's so painful!
He was hit in a secret hole by the Hokuto Assassination Fist, and it was a hundred shots of the Hundred Crack Fist without any water. Even a ninja's endurance would not be able to withstand it!
No life can survive with a secret opening pierced!

All living beings with flesh and blood possess the channels through which vital energy flows, only they differ from humans. Dragons have their reverse scales, snakes have their vital spot; even robots have circulation within their bodies that sustains their movement.

Although they are not the same species as humans, ninjas with human-like appearances also have "secret openings" on their bodies. As long as you channel your energy into that crucial point and then cut off the entire cycle, they will still die!
"Namo San, the most dangerous moment has arrived!" Voices filled with hatred and murderous intent echoed throughout the arena.

The interrupter shouted, "I'm going to kill you! I'll definitely kill you!"

The attendant shouted, "Old Yuan! Let's go!"

The one staring thought, "I'm going to kill you, you bastard..."

As mentioned, the Syndicate was able to dominate New Saitama only because of the absolute power of the original SAN.

Despite clearly recognizing the decisive difference in their karate skills, the ninja from the General Syndicate still desperately pulled out a gun-shaped syringe, injected the drug into his wrist, and used his ultimate technique!

Like a death knight, fearlessly attacking Jagi-san!
Slow Hand and Death Knight are dead, automatically replacing them as the commander's purgatory, where ninjas react with lightning speed to make timely judgments.

"Stop them!"

The ninjas of the Sinful Punishment, their goal on this mission is to assassinate Old Man Yuan. Although they won't be doing it themselves, they shouldn't be so stubborn... As long as they can kill Old Man Yuan, that's enough! A hard-won victory is still a victory! Old Man Yuan must die!

"Eeya—! Eeya—! Eeya—!"

"Take this! Take this! Take this! Take this! Take this! Take this! Take this!"

Where there's a will, there's a way!

Keep going! Keep going! Keep going!

Crimson blood and brains filled the octagonal cage. Although ordinary people could die dozens of times in an instant, the fierce karate duels between the ninjas, who risked their lives, were not so easy to decide a winner, so for a time they were deadlocked.

"Let's recite haiku, Lao Yuan = SAN!"

The merciless Hokuto no Ou, unstoppable, proclaims the death of his opponent.

Old Yuan felt that his body had reached its limit, like an inflating balloon with cracks everywhere, about to burst and scatter.

"I refuse...I refuse!" the old man managed to squeeze out, his pupils shrinking to a point, then dilating, then shrinking back to a point.

"One coin is not enough to cross the three rivers."

This refers to the reality that "if six coins are not prepared as burial goods at the funeral, the Charon ninja/Onozuka ninja will refuse to ferry the deceased, causing them great distress."

It's not time to hold a funeral yet!
Old Yuan = SAN's values ​​actually allow him to live better in this society. However, his struggles only prolong his suffering, causing him to lie on the ground howling like a wild beast, trying to get up again, but unable to move due to his severe injuries.

He possesses seven ninja souls. If all seven souls are exhausted, Old Man Yuan himself will fall into a state of dormancy without any defenses, rendering him unable to fight. However, he still has the Sasori Clan technique left unused. By squeezing out his last bit of karate power, this is the only reason he can continue living!

"What an astonishing obsession..." The cold, merciless voice came from above again, like a death knell: "You! Are already dead!"

Suddenly, Lao Yuan's kneeling posture collapsed, and he fell heavily onto the tatami mat, his eyes losing their luster, having exhausted his last bit of ninja soul power!
"Aieeeeree!!!Old Yuan=SAN!"

The Syndicate's ninjas attacked the obstacle of the Sinister Force with frenzied fury, but their ninja intuition told them that Old Yuan's spiritual power and soul had vanished from that broken body, and what lay on the tatami mat was now an unconscious corpse...

Poor old Yuan Kuan, is he really dead?
No! No! No!

So, where exactly has Lao Yuan's spirit gone? ...

"!"

In an instant, he was suddenly swept into a turbulent current. The feeling of falling into a vortex lasted only a moment, and his mind was curled up in the blanket of his brain nerves!
Lifting the quilt, there was only a giant man sitting cross-legged, repeatedly practicing tea ceremony breathing! Old Yuan's spirit was undergoing tea ceremony breathing!

The Way of Tea, only the Way of Tea!
"Hiss—...Ha—! Hiss—...Ha—!"

An unprecedented, all-out effort in tea ceremony breathing, constantly improving, constantly and constantly improving, under Lao Yuan's talent, he comprehended an even more profound realm on his own!

While desperately practicing tea ceremony breathing to sustain his dying life, Lao Yuan continued to think in his hazy consciousness.

……

"I've heard that every ninja, whether a low-ranking or high-ranking, will be struck by the 'Past Events Like Smoke' technique at least once in their lifetime."

"Oh? Which powerful individual has such a twisted sense of humor? To be able to trick everyone into falling victim?"

"—It's time!"

Namo Amitabha! What a dark and chaotic scene has begun! Even the old Yuan, a powerful figure in this degenerate age, is no exception!
"Hiss—...Ha—...!"

(((I can't die, I can't die yet!)))
Even dire circumstances cannot sway his will! If bowing deeply or offering anything else could save his life, he wouldn't hesitate. Fighting is like business! Romance is unnecessary! The more despicable side always wins!!

(((If I were to fall, the entire headquarters would surely be unable to support itself!)))
But Jagi-san came solely to take his life, without pretense or deception! His despicable and useless nature is the real key! Therefore, Old Yuan can only rely on his karate! (((I still have powerful enemies to deal with, goals to achieve, and I haven't yet become the ruler of this degenerate age! Buddha! Why did you allow such an unreasonable thing to happen! Why did you sit idly by and watch this inhumane act!! Forced into this situation… Unforgivable! Unforgivable, despicable Jagi-san! Kill him! Kill him! He must be killed! Power! Power!)))
Ordinary people undergo training and spiritual rituals to generate a ninja spirit within themselves, transforming themselves into ninjas. These ninjas are classified as "true ninjas," and all ninjas in ancient times were true ninjas.

Most modern ninjas are born from ordinary people who are possessed by the ninja souls of others. This type is classified as "Ninja Soul Possessors". The dozen or so ninjas fighting in the arena are all "Ninja Soul Possessors", without exception!

Old Yuan Kuan is a ninja, but he is not a true ninja, nor is he simply a possessor of ninja souls! Instead, he is an evil ninja who, through human modification, has unprecedentedly possessed the souls of seven ninjas!
(((One day, I will possess the soul of an eighth ninja and become a ninja beyond ninjas. A ninja no different from a god!)))
Namo San! For some reason, most of those who are possessed are possessed on the verge of death, and their injuries are healed by the power of the ninja's soul at the same time!

With the power of the seven great ninja souls completely exhausted, Old Yuan is no ordinary person now, but... he can no longer be called a ninja!
Moreover, new wounds kept appearing on his body! Tiny wounds covered his entire body, fine cracks like a spider web on his bones, and injuries to his internal organs—his karate energy was exhausted…

Dozens of cracks appeared, enough to shatter him into pieces. The tea ceremony breathing only had an effect on his mind; the physical injuries were beyond repair! At this moment, the scene on the other side was already beckoning to him!
Old Yuan is teetering on the brink of life and death!
That is to say-

He is qualified to become a Ninja Soul Possessor again!
(((Now! Eighth ninja soul, I command you, appear within me!!!!!!!!!)))
In the spiritual tea room, Old Yuan loudly summoned the souls of the ninjas! With a desperate gamble, he invoked his last hope!

CRAAASH!

The window of the spiritual tea room was suddenly smashed, and a figure burst in!

Oh, could it be that Lao Yuan's pain and anger summoned him? Or is Lao Yuan's luck as good as Buddha's, that even the ninja soul has to submit, and Buddha's eyes are closed?

This is something that ordinary people cannot know!
But anyway, he appeared out of nowhere!
A ninja, without a doubt!
So, what level of ninja soul is it?

Lesser (Genin), Greater (Chunin), Archer (Jonin)—or is he a legendary, mythical ninja? He actually dared to single-handedly intrude into the spiritual tea room of Old Man, the rival of the Hokuto lineage who could kill many ninja masters, and answer his call. Could the true identity of this ninja spirit be none other than the invincible! Invincible! Invincible! Katsu Mansatsu?!
Can Lao Yuan, by possessing the Ninja Soul, awaken even greater power, defeat the Grim Reaper who has come from the end of the century, and turn defeat into victory?

doubt.

The atmosphere was as tense as a sea of ​​fire.

(((Domo, Old Man Hiroshi = san... You have encountered the strongest enemy you have ever faced. Their strength is formidable. If you wish to successfully exact revenge, you must possess even greater karate than you currently have... So, it's up to you to put on a great show!!!!)))
Buddha!
After uttering those words, the figure vanished with the same swagger as when it appeared, seemingly disregarding even the laws of cause and effect and logic! Didn't he possess Lao Yuan?! What did his words mean?! What did he pass on to Lao Yuan?!
No one knows except the parties involved.

"0100001000101010001010010101"

An unknown string of numbers surfaced in Lao Yuan's mind!
"Guwa—!?"

The unimaginable pain caused Lao Yuan to let out a silent scream, the excruciating pain feeling as if his brain nerves were being ripped out!
With his heart stopped beating, Jagi, who had already concluded that Lao Yuan was dead, suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned sharply to look at the corpse on the tatami mat—it hadn't exploded and scattered!
When a ninja is defeated, the energy within his body goes out of control, causing it to explode and scatter!

Once a creature is hit in the secret opening, it will also scatter!
But Lao Yuan's body was still intact!

Why? There's only one possibility—

"Old Yuan = SAN, you actually came back to life?!"

Jagi's face finally showed surprise. Had he evolved into a second-stage karate monster?! What an absurd situation!
Although a long time had passed in the mental space, it was only a brief moment in reality. An invisible light enveloped Lao Yuankuan's corpse, and his internal organs and flesh were rapidly repairing themselves. The beating of his heart sounded like a deep drumbeat in his chest, his shattered bones were healing perfectly, and his wounds were closing up quickly.

——Ahhhhhhhhh!

—Aaaaaah! Ahhhhh! !

His blood surged through his body as if it were on fire, and his entire body spewed out foul blood like a geyser. Blood slowly seeped from his facial features, his eyes cracked, and two lines of bloody tears flowed from his eyes, which had become one large and one small due to pain.

"Southern barbarians! Death from overwork!"

Suspended in mid-air, Old Yuan Kuan shouted as the irreplaceable, genuine cultural heritage flew back into his hands! His aura suddenly surged! Surged wildly! Surged fiercely! Surged powerfully! Surged domineeringly!

The immense power of karate, surpassing all previous bursts of strength, spread outwards like a destructive storm, interrupting the ninjas who were engaged in karate practice like a torrent.

"Aieeeeeee..."

Fortunately, they were powerful and elite ninjas; otherwise, they would have secretly lost control of their bladders the moment they witnessed that old man, Gen Hiroshi.

A maniacal laugh, as if it wanted to swallow the whole world, rang out again from the center of the battlefield, echoing in the air like countless thunderbolts.

"Hahahaha! What a joke! The reason you failed is because you didn't deliver the final blow! Jagi = SAN! This truly shows that where there's a will, there's a way!!!"

The seven ninja souls were burning at an incredible speed. Namo San, using the power of seven ninja souls simultaneously—this was impossible; the souls couldn't withstand it! But Emperor Lao Yuan had done it!

He felt better than he had ever been in his life! A malicious gaze was fixed on Beidou-nan again, as if he were looking at a corpse about to be hung upside down on a Buddha statue!

"It's just killing you again!"

"A madman's ramblings!"

A colossal giant tossed two katana high into the air, performed a high-speed karate demonstration before they fell, then caught them and assumed a charging stance! A master! The tips of the two katana, exuding an aura of overwhelming power capable of crushing everything, pointed forward like bull horns! Truly astonishing!
"Eeeeeeeeeeeya ...

The giant roared in anger, unleashing a terrifying and dreadful power.

That was the ultimate, most powerful, and most powerful killing technique that he comprehended when he was just hovering on the edge of life and death! It was so crazy that it completely surpassed the Seven Ninja Souls!

"One billion blades fall, ten thousand cuts, one million cuts!!!"

(End of this chapter)