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

Chapter 86 The True Colors Are Revealed

"Truly terrifying power." The king rose from the dust, his voice still hoarse and calm, as if the attack had had no real effect on him. "When did Kassel College produce a monster like you? You're the new S..."

"Level?"

Cheng Sui savored the sensation of his whip kick hitting Wang Jiang, and couldn't help but frown.

If it were an ordinary person, that whip kick would probably have cut them in half at the waist, but it felt like I kicked an incredibly tough piece of leather.

Cheng Sui had experienced the same sensation before, but back then his enemy was Deadpool.

However, in his chakra perception technique, red dots representing mixed-race individuals were scattered all around, but the black-robed man in front of him was nowhere to be seen, as if he did not exist at all.

Do ordinary people have this kind of physical strength?

Aside from ordinary people, there is only one situation in which one can remain undetected.

That is, the man in front of me is an inanimate object, but how can an inanimate object communicate with me?

Cheng Sui stared at the eerie white mask on the man in the black robe.

For the first time, a strong sense of curiosity arose in my heart: what kind of face was hidden beneath that mask?

"You look surprised," the king chuckled softly. "So you've only just realized things are out of your control? Too bad, it's too late."

Cheng Sui: "—"

This person's ability to fill in the blanks is absolutely unprecedented in my life.

This situation usually only occurs in two types of people: those who are extremely confident or those who are extremely insecure. The man in front of us is clearly the former.

"You seem very confident?" Cheng Sui said.

The king did not answer, but instead ripped off his tattered black robe.

The sight that was revealed made Cheng Sui's pupils shrink slightly.

The man's burly body was covered by a tightly fitting black armor, which gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the moonlight.

No, it's not armor.

Cheng Sui originally thought it was a close-fitting suit of armor like Yabuki Sakura's, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was not a well-made suit of armor, but rather a series of fine, hard black scales that grew from the man's body!

Deadpool-like?

This conjecture popped into Cheng Sui's mind. He had fought Deadpool twice and was very clear about this tendency toward dragonification.

In Deadpool mode, neural reaction speed, muscle strength, and bone density are all significantly enhanced.

But the price is the complete loss of human reason, turning into a monster that only knows how to fight.

"Not bad expression." Wang Jiang noticed Cheng Sui's expression and said with a smile.

He's rational, not Deadpool, and this person still isn't on the map of the Chakra Sensing Technique.

This person appeared like a ghost; he was neither an ordinary person nor a mixed-race individual.

It has reason, is not Deadpool, yet cannot be perceived—what exactly is this thing?

Could there be other unknown power systems in the world of dragons?

Cheng Sui shook his head, erasing this somewhat absurd idea from his mind.

The author created a bunch of loopholes in just the dragon system, not to mention the addition of other systems.

Cheng Sui looked at Wang Jiang's waist, where a large patch of scales had been peeled off. It seemed that the man in front of him was not as relaxed as he appeared, and Cheng Sui's whip kick must have caused him considerable damage.

Cheng Sui felt much more at ease. No matter what kind of monsters or demons you are, as long as you have health, he'll kill even the Dragon King for you.

"Its body is as ugly as a reptile."

Under Cheng Sui's gaze, Wang Jiang's scales opened and closed with each breath, and white mist wafted out from the gaps in the scales.

Cheng Sui was very familiar with this scene. It was the same when he refined the cells of the pillar. The high-speed metabolism and the misty vapor were produced after the sweat evaporated.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A heavy, drum-like heartbeat echoed through the warehouse, one beat after another, and a surge of power emanated from the king's body.

He opened his arms, tilted his head back slightly, and looked dazed, as if embracing supreme power and strength, regarding this place as the throne for his coronation, and Cheng Sui was the witness to his ascension.

In the darkness, the heavy breathing and suppressed worship of the members of the Fierce Ghost Clan could be faintly heard.

Hidden in the shadows, the members of the Fierce Ghosts watched this scene with reverence. This was their leader, the man who would lead them to escape from hell.

The sound of bullets being chambered echoed in the surrounding darkness, and Cheng Sui noticed that the mixed-race individuals nearby were already in position in various places.

Just as Cheng Sui's attention was drawn to the sound of a gun being cocked, Wang Jiang moved!

He suddenly dropped to the ground, his body transforming into a black lightning bolt that streaked across the ground. The scales scraped against the ground, producing a teeth-grinding sound. He pounced at an illogical speed, the wind pressure he generated hitting our faces.

Cheng Sui sensed the wind pressure brought by the king, and the Eight Gates Formation opened instantly from four gates. With a glance, he drew the Kirikage Maru and was about to cut off the king's hands.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the king pull two short samurai swords from his bosom.

Cheng Sui immediately deduced the style of play that Wang Jiang wanted to use from his starting stance.

This swordsmanship style, which involves wielding two small katana in both hands, is called "Kodachi Nitsuru" (Kodachi Two-Sword Style). It always strikes first while parrying, using one sword to attack while simultaneously blocking. Because it uses two extremely small samurai swords, its attacks are extremely tricky and unpredictable, making it difficult to defend against.

However, this style of play also has a drawback: it requires extremely sharp eyesight from the user to anticipate the enemy's attack.

Moreover, if the enemy's eyesight is superior to one's own, then one's attack is tantamount to suicide.

Cheng Sui, who happens to possess the Sharingan, has no one who can surpass him in terms of eyesight. Even Angers, who possesses Time Zero, is probably inferior to Cheng Sui in terms of eyesight alone.

Cheng Sui ducked to dodge Wang Jiang's fatal blow. In the moment of surprise that Wang Jiang showed when his move missed, Cheng Sui's hands had already gripped his wrist holding the knife like iron clamps!

Before Wang Jiang could react, he felt an irresistible force coming from him. Cheng Sui actually manipulated his hands and stabbed the two small katana into his waist in the opposite direction!

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was dull yet clear.

The instant the excruciating pain shot through him, Cheng Sui's attack followed immediately!

His hands slid upwards, wrapping around the general's neck like a python, while his knees slammed into the general's chest like cannonballs, whistling through the air!

With force applied from both the front and back, his neck snapped in two with a crack. Wang tilted his head back at a 90-degree angle, and his body went limp like a snake whose spine had been removed.

Cheng Sui grabbed Wang Jiang by the neck with one hand and lifted him up like a dead dog. His eyes swept around as if showing the hidden members of the Fierce Ghost Clan the miserable state of their leader.

Hidden in the shadows, Sakurai Kogure's breath hitched. Over the years, the King had haunted her like a nightmare, but now that fierce and powerful man, like a demon, had been dealt with so easily.

An indescribable feeling, a mixture of shock and a secret sense of relief, spread through her heart.

Even Sakurai Kogure herself didn't realize that after Cheng Sui dealt with the king, she didn't feel the sadness of losing her leader; instead, she unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, a greater fear filled Sakurai Kogure's eyes.

Under Sakurai Kogure's horrified gaze, the king strangely straightened his head, which had been bent backward, as if a pair of hands had forcibly bent it back.

The granulation tissue at the fractured neck bone wound was wriggling wildly and healing rapidly.

"Truly, a terrifying young man." Because his trachea was torn, the king's voice was hoarse and leaky like a broken bellows, yet it carried an increasingly eerie quality. "Ryoma, it's your turn to act."

A cold glint flashed in Cheng Sui's eyes, giving him no further chance. Kirie Maru transformed into a chilling arc of killing intent.

"Whoosh!"

The king's head flew off with a thud!

Cheng Sui's gaze pierced through the pervasive stench of blood and darkness, precisely locking onto the direction where Sakurai Kogure was hiding.

(PS: I wasn't satisfied with some parts of the previous chapter, so I've revised them. I have a full day of classes today, so the second chapter will be updated later. I'm extremely sorry, I'm so sorry!)