I'm in the Dragon Clan, bound to the Naruto Counterattack System

Chapter 135 The Art of Nirvana Abode

"Cheng Sui! Do you know what you're doing? Are you going to start a war with the Snake-Headed Eight Families?!"

Fuma Kotaro stared at the Kusanagi sword that Cheng Sui had placed against Tachibana Masamune's neck and rebuked him sternly.

Cheng Sui glanced at him indifferently, and with just one glance, he shut down all the words he was about to say.

Tachibana Masamune clutched his bleeding severed arm, the veins on his forehead bulging with pain. This excruciating pain completely shattered his usual composure, and the resentment in his eyes was revealed without any attempt to conceal it.

"Whatever you want, we can give you."

Tachibana Masamune practically spat out those words through gritted teeth.

"If I wanted your life, would you give it to me?"

The blade Cheng Sui held to his neck remained motionless, and the cold touch sent shivers down the old man's spine.

"What good does doing this do you?" Tachibana Masamune's face was turning pale from blood loss. "Are you crazy?"

He couldn't understand Cheng Sui's thought process at all.

He couldn't understand why the boy would stab him on his last day in Japan.

What good would this do him? Apart from completely enraging the Snake Clan and putting himself in a life-or-death situation, Tachibana Masamune couldn't think of any other possibility.

Cheng Sui's gaze fell on the severed left arm of Tachibana Masamune, where blood was gushing out continuously.

He imbued the blade of the grass sword with a layer of leaping electric light.

A piercing crackling sound of electricity echoed in the deathly silent conference room.

The next moment, Cheng Sui made a sudden, unexpected move at the severed arm of Tachibana Masamune.

"Sizzle."

A burnt smell, like flesh being charred by a high-temperature electric current, instantly filled the air.

The old man's aged face was covered in cold sweat, and his body convulsed violently, but he dared not make a sound because of the blade at his neck.

The clan leaders present trembled slightly with anger as they watched this scene.

The patriarch they respected so much, the supreme authority who ruled the underworld of Japan, was now like a spineless dead dog under Cheng Sui's feet.

How could they not be angry, how could they not feel humiliated?

The lightning from Chidori slowly dissipated.

Cheng Sui gently patted Tachibana Masamune's cheek with the side of the blade.

He leaned down and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Old man, don't be in such a hurry to die."

"Aren't you in a high position of power and respected by thousands?"

"Then I'll let everyone in the Snake-Headed Eight Families see the state you're in now, worse than a dead dog. How will you react then?"

Cheng Sui's mocking words sounded like the devil's whisper to Tachibana Masamune.

He began to struggle violently, but Cheng Sui's five fingers moved with lightning speed, quickly pressing several acupoints on his body.

Tachibana Masamune instantly lost all his strength, collapsing into the chair like a lump of mud, unable to even move a finger.

Cheng Sui grabbed Tachibana Masamune by the collar with one hand and dragged him step by step out of the conference room.

Just then, a sharp glint of light appeared out of nowhere from the side.

Cheng Sui was slightly surprised.

He thought that by provoking the Snake Clan in this way, the first person to draw his sword against him would be the hot-tempered Fuma Kotaro.

Unexpectedly, the one who made the move was a middle-aged man who looked very kind and wore glasses.

Cheng Sui didn't even look directly at the incoming slash; he simply casually extended his Kusanagi sword and swung it to the side.

"clang!"

The moment swords clashed.

"puff!"

A strange gas explosion rang out.

Immediately afterwards, thick white smoke exploded from the point of impact, covering every corner of the entire conference room at an astonishing speed.

Caught off guard by the sudden smoke, Cheng Sui inadvertently inhaled some of it.

Even this small amount caused him to feel a burning pain in his nasal cavity, and tears and snot flowed uncontrollably from his nose.

The smoke contained strong irritants.

Not only that.

Along with the billowing smoke came three deadly blade flashes from different directions.

A chilling killing intent instantly filled the entire space.

The Snake-Headed Eight Families each have distinct responsibilities, which also reflects the different areas of expertise of each family head.

For example, the head of the Miyamoto family, Miyamoto Shio, is the head of the Ganryu Research Institute.

All the high-tech products of the Japanese branch are manufactured by the Ganryu Research Institute, but this does not mean that the head of the family, who is obsessed with scientific research, is not good at fighting.

The Snake Clan has always upheld the ancient traditions of the underworld. Although each clan head has their own strengths, they all have one thing in common.

That is, they are all good at fighting.

And without exception, they are all A-grade mixed-race individuals with physical qualities far exceeding those of ordinary people.

Their claim of being "not good at fighting" is only relative to family heads like Inuyama He and Genjiro, who specialize in combat.

If it really came down to a fight, any one of them would be no less capable than the seasoned elite agents of the Executive Bureau.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three consecutive dull, loud thuds.

Three figures flew backward from three different directions and crashed heavily into the wall.

The strong airflow they generated dispersed the thick smoke inside.

As the smoke cleared, the scene inside was revealed.

Sakurai Nanami held a long sword that had just been drawn from its sheath, her mature and beautiful face filled with helplessness and confusion.

She was a little slower than the three male owners.

But it was this small difference that led her to witness a scene she would never forget.

When she finally drew her sword, the three family heads were already flying backward like broken sacks.

She didn't even see Cheng Sui's movements clearly.

Excuse me.

Cheng Sui's calm voice rang out in front of her.

"Okay."

Sakurai Nanami's mind was still blank. Almost subconsciously, she replied with those words, while simultaneously moving a step to the left to make way.

But she immediately realized how foolish her action was.

A blush quickly crept onto her mature and sophisticated cheeks.

Will you voluntarily give way to the enemy?

This is an utter disgrace to the Snake Clan in the last hundred years!

Just as she was filled with shame and indignation and wanted to draw her sword to stop Cheng Sui, Cheng Sui merely glanced at her indifferently.

A flash of crimson light appeared in the boy's eyes.

Sakurai Nanami was frozen in place as if nailed to the spot by invisible nails, and the focus in her pupils began to rapidly blur.

You stormed into Kabuto Yakushi's lair and severed one of his arms in front of many of his subordinates, but for Kabuto, who had mastered human modification, an arm meant nothing.

[Reward: Illusion Technique - Nirvana Abode]

A line of text flashed in Cheng Sui's eyes.

He glanced at the Tachibana Masamune he was carrying.

The old man was limp as a dead dog, his face as pale as paper, but his eyes were fixed on me with venomous resentment.

System, take another look. Does this seem like something that "doesn't matter"?

To Cheng Sui's surprise, Tachibana Masamune and the King were actually the same person.

This seems to explain why his chakra sensing technique could never pinpoint the king's location.

Because those so-called "kings" were nothing more than soulless shells.

The one who truly controls those bodies is the patriarch of the Snake-Headed Eight Families right before our eyes.

Cheng Sui picked up Tachibana Masamune and whispered in his ear.

"Should I call you Patriarch, or should I call you—General?"

Tachibana Masamune's pupils suddenly contracted.

He couldn't believe that the boy had so casually revealed his deepest secret.

But what Cheng Sui said next made his body grow colder and colder.

To Tachibana Masamune, the smile on the boy's face was like a demon crawling out of hell, more terrifying than his own courtier mask.

"Now is not the time to kill you. You will live in endless fear as I find all the evidence."

"Then, I will appear behind you silently, just as I did today. But next time, I will behead you."

Cheng Sui's voice was soft.

"The day I can expose your ugly mask, the day I find a way to cure Erii, will be the day your head falls to the ground."

He could feel the old man's body tense up noticeably when he heard the name Erii.

"Eri is important to you, isn't she? Then let's have a competition. Will I find a way to cure Erii first, or will you complete your nonsensical plan first?"

Tachibana Masamune stared at Cheng Sui, perhaps because he was too shocked, he even forgot to make excuses.

"Who exactly are you?" Tachibana Masamune stared at Cheng Sui, frantically searching his mind for the person most likely to match Cheng Sui's identity, "Zero—or Bondarev—"

Cheng Sui raised an eyebrow, surprised by the unexpected information.