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

Chapter 72 Shuriken Throwing Technique

"Shouldn't you help him?" Ying asked softly, watching Cheng Sui walk alone toward the door.

Crow took a deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke rings swirling in the lamplight and drifting towards the ceiling. He spoke slowly and deliberately: "I was a little unconvinced when the boss said he might not be able to beat this kid."

"So you're just letting him take on all these hybrids by himself? They're probably all injected with drugs and have firearms," ​​Sakura said expressionlessly.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Crow chuckled, swirling the whiskey glass, the ice clinking against the sides. "Back in the day, our boss single-handedly took on three Deadpools."

"What if he dies here? How will you explain it to headquarters? What if it triggers a war between headquarters and the main family?"

Can you take on this responsibility?

Crow glanced at Sakura, then stubbed out his lit cigarette in his glass. "I told you women don't understand politics. If he can't even handle these thugs, why did headquarters go to war with us? Is he worth it?"

Sakura remained silent, her gaze returning to the figure carrying the sword. The boy was slender yet upright, like a sharp blade poised to strike.

Cheng Sui listened to the dense footsteps outside the door and felt something was strange.

From the moment the man in black sent the message to the arrival of this group, less than five minutes had passed—an unusually fast pace.

This didn't seem like a last-minute call for support; rather, it seemed like someone knew about their operation in advance and urgently dispatched a second wave of personnel after discovering that the first batch was insufficient.

If my guess is correct, then who leaked my whereabouts?

The men in black filed in, forming a neat line and blocking the nightclub's entrance. The leader was a bald man with a striking sun tattoo on his head, clearly a thug who had spent years in the underworld.

"Bang!" The bald man fired a shot into the air and roared in a hoarse, trilled voice, "Everyone, get down there! Anyone who moves will be shot!"

The gunshot drowned out the screams. The screaming young people all huddled under the booths, only Cheng Sui remained standing.

The bald man looked at Cheng Sui, who was standing still, and grinned maliciously.

"Hey kid, you're one of us, right?" the bald man shouted at Cheng Sui in a hoarse, trilled tone, as he walked towards Cheng Sui carrying a metal baseball bat.

Cheng Sui frowned. He really couldn't understand what this person was babbling about. His only knowledge of Japanese was a couple of swear words, which he had learned from Angers before coming here.

However, judging from the other party's attitude, it certainly wasn't something nice.

When the bald man saw that Cheng Sui ignored him, he reached out to put his hand on Cheng Sui's shoulder.

"Bang!"

Without any warning, Cheng Sui flipped his wrist, grabbed the whiskey bottle, and smashed the bottom of the bottle down hard against the sun pattern.

Cheng Sui had thought of doing this the moment he saw the bald man come in. The sun tattoo looked like a bullseye, and the man's forehead was even brighter than Professor Manstein's.

Men often like to aim at these bullseye-like things at certain times, such as when they go to the toilet, like right now.

Crow's eyelids twitched. He thought to himself that this specialist from headquarters was a waste of talent at Kassel College. This kind of ruthless person who would start a fight without saying a word was born to be in the underworld. No matter which gang he was in, he would definitely be one of the most ruthless characters.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the bald man touched the blood on his head, his expression unusually furious, and pointed at Cheng Sui, shouting, "Kill him!"

The rest of the Asahi Group also reacted, drawing their pistols and firing at Cheng Sui.

Cheng Sui was somewhat surprised. Was the gun control at the Japanese branch really that bad? How come all these gang members had a gun?

Pale blue chakra threads shot from his fingertips, wrapping around the shards of glass on the ground.

With a flick of his wrist, Cheng Sui's chakra threads became almost invisible under the nightclub's blue lights. The glass shards collided in mid-air, constantly changing direction, tracing aerodynamically unconventional arcs as they hurtled towards the Asahi Group members!

No one expected Cheng Sui to retaliate with a shard of glass. Several members of the Asahi Group in the front row were caught off guard and had their arteries pierced by the glass shards, causing blood to spurt out.

Crow was somewhat surprised by Cheng Sui's move. He looked at Sakura beside him and found that Sakura's usually aloof face actually showed a rare expression of surprise.

Sakura's Word of Power is Yin Flow, which allows her to see and manipulate the trajectory of the wind. Although she cannot create a powerful hurricane, Sakura can add flying metal blades to a controlled breeze and, by controlling the direction of the wind, send the blades into the target's fatal gaps.

However, Sakura could only control the direction of the blade to a limited extent. Sakura had never seen a technique like Cheng Sui's, which could change the direction of a projectile by almost ninety degrees simply by colliding with it, in any ancient book.

Even the current head of the Fuuma clan, the renowned leader of the ninjas, probably couldn't match Cheng Sui's skill. And Cheng Sui used shards of glass; if it were a ninja's kunai or shuriken—

Sakura looked at Cheng Sui. Before, she thought that this boy was just strong and fast, but since Cheng Sui dealt with the biker gang, everyone in the main family has maintained absolute respect for Cheng Sui's strength. Now it seems that the main family still underestimated this young man.

Cheng Sui never expected that the few pieces of broken glass he casually threw away would cause such a huge uproar in Ying's heart. She kept her eyes fixed on the Asahi Group members and did not let her guard down.

It's a bit embarrassing to say, but Naruto is a world of high offense and low defense. Even a strong person like Izuna Uchiha who has awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan would still die after taking a slash from Tobirama Senju.

Even with Hashirama cells and the Uzumaki clan bloodline, taking one or two shots wouldn't be a big deal, but if so many people were to focus fire on him, even Cheng Sui would be in danger.

Cheng Sui slipped behind the marble bar counter. The bartender watched him, Tong Kong shrinking to the tip of a pin. Cheng Sui lifted the several-thousand-pound marble countertop half a foot off the ground with one hand, spilling various colored drinks all over the floor.

The Asahi Group members fired their guns simultaneously. Cheng Sui, hiding behind the bar counter, kicked the several-thousand-pound bar counter Rui, sending it flying straight towards the Asahi Group members.

The Asahi Group members watched in horror as the bar was flying toward them, and quickly dodged to avoid it.

A flash of red light suddenly appeared from behind the bar!

Cheng Sui had been hiding quietly behind the flying bar, and now he had already charged up to the group.

The long knife sliced ​​across the bar like paper, neatly splitting the hard marble in two.

Through the crack, the Asahi Group members saw Cheng Sui's eyes, which were calm as still water yet brimming with murderous intent, and couldn't help but shiver.

Fortunately, the sharp longsword was at a limited distance, still some distance from his neck—

They had barely caught their breath when dark red blood splattered onto the snow-white wall, resembling a bold and unrestrained ink painting.

The Asahi Group members stared wide-eyed in disbelief. The blade had clearly been some distance away from them; how could it have injured them? Was it some kind of incantation?

Immediately following the flash of the blade was the marble bar counter. The Asahi Group members had no strength left to dodge and were all pinned under the bar counter, their fate unknown.

Cheng Sui dissipated the wind-attribute chakra attached to the blade, swung the sword with a blood-vibrating motion, and slowly sheathed the sword.

The soft sound of Kiriemaru being sheathed was exceptionally clear in the quiet nightclub.

The crow stared at his retreating figure, only snapping back to reality when the cigarette butt burned its fingertips. It shook its hand, scalding it, and ash fell in a flurry onto the back of its hand.

He now only felt how ridiculous his previous actions of testing Cheng Sui were.

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