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

Chapter 87 Chaos in Hell

Under Cheng Sui's gaze, Sakurai Kogure's breath hitched, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.

But the strong will she had cultivated over the years still allowed her to do what she was supposed to do under immense pressure.

Of course, her insistence on carrying out the mission was not due to the king's orders.

Sakurai Kogure fixed her gaze on the handsome man struggling on the warehouse floor. She knew that if she didn't do something, if she didn't seize this only opportunity, her and Kazama Ruri's fate would be no better than that of a king who had been beheaded.

She pressed the button she had prepared beforehand.

The hundreds of mixed-race individuals surrounding the warehouse received the order simultaneously.

At this moment, only Cheng Sui stood in the center of the warehouse. The members of the Fierce Ghost Clan no longer held back. More than a dozen heavy machine guns spewed out deadly tongues of fire, and the barrage was like a metal storm, indiscriminately covering the area where Cheng Sui was located!

Not only that, the members of the outer Ghost Gang threw countless smoke bombs and grenades into the warehouse.

The explosion inside the warehouse was deafening, flames flickered continuously, and thick smoke instantly engulfed the entire space, obscuring Cheng Sui's vision.

As soon as the explosion ended, a slender figure leaped down from the height like a moth drawn to a flame.

Sakurai Kogure pierced through the smoke with pinpoint accuracy and lunged at Kazama Ruri on the ground.

Cheng Sui silently pressed his hand on the knife hilt, his fingertips twitching slightly.

Killing this woman was a matter of a single thought for him. The smoke could obscure his vision, but it could not hide his chakra perception, as the red dot representing her was crystal clear.

If he hadn't known that Kazama Ruri was Genji's younger brother, he would have unhesitatingly slashed him.

But he now knows that Kazama Ruri is Uchiha Obito, and that Genjiro is unaware of Kazama Ruri's existence.

Cheng Sui still remembered that he had a long-term mission, which was to resolve the conflict between Kakashi and Obito Uchiha. Now it seemed that it was to resolve the conflict between the Minamoto brothers.

Unfortunately, the story of Yuan Zhinu was interrupted by the king when it was only halfway through, and Cheng Sui was unaware of the ten conflicts between the two brothers.

But no matter what the conflict is, he certainly can't let Kazama Ruri die here, otherwise the long-term mission will definitely fail immediately, and he will never have another chance to obtain Kamui.

Furthermore, I will be using a very wide-range ninjutsu next, and I cannot guarantee that I will not accidentally injure Kazama Ruri.

"Never mind." Cheng Sui's mind raced, and he deliberately suppressed the killing intent that was locked onto Sakurai Kogure. He pretended not to notice and let her sweep past him. He helped Kazama Ruri up and staggered towards the warehouse.

In the instant they brushed past each other, Sakurai Kogure felt her back completely soaked with cold sweat.

Just now, she clearly sensed that tangible killing intent had enveloped her, and then inexplicably dissipated.

Although she didn't know why Cheng Sui did this, Sakurai Kogure still bowed slightly in Cheng Sui's direction to express her gratitude for Cheng Sui's decision not to kill her, and then helped Kazama Ruri escape with all her might.

Cheng Sui looked at the red dot in his mind that had suddenly stopped, somewhat puzzled.

Why did he suddenly stop walking? He wasn't some saint; if she dared to turn back, he wouldn't mind making her pay a price.

Just then, a long, gleaming blade emerged from the smoke.

Cheng Sui dodged the attack by sidestepping, then used two fingers to pinch the spine of the blade and gently pulled the man with the short knife out of the smoke.

The attacker cried out in alarm as he was forcefully dragged out of the smoke. Before he could even regain his footing, a cold hand had already gripped his throat.

"Snap!"

A crisp, clean cracking sound rang out, and Cheng casually tossed the limp corpse aside as if discarding a piece of trash.

This strike seemed to sound the clarion call for a final assault!

"kill!"

Countless members of the Fierce Ghosts, like hyenas that have smelled blood, roared and swarmed out of the smoke, their blades flashing, as they rushed one after another toward the lone figure in the center.

Cheng Sui, expressionless, slowly removed the colored contact lenses from her eyes.

A pair of eerie, blood-red eyes, each with three tomoe marks, slowly rotated before everyone's eyes!

Picking up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, Cheng Sui gripped it with both hands, the long sword in front with the tip slightly lowered, and the short sword close to his side, ready to follow at any moment.

He made no unnecessary movements, exuding a restrained energy. His shoulders were relaxed, but his wrists were taut.

Those Sharingan eyes stared straight ahead, and the first few people who rushed over instinctively stopped in their tracks, feeling a chill in their hearts!

This is the starting stance of the second-rate style.

The so-called "Niten Ichi-ryu" is a school of swordsmanship founded by Miyamoto Musashi, the most renowned swordsman in Japanese history. However, as a school, Niten Ichi-ryu is far less prestigious than Miyamoto Musashi himself. It declined rapidly after Miyamoto Musashi's death and never produced another master of sufficient caliber. This was not because Miyamoto Musashi's military strategies were flawed, but rather because the school he founded required extremely high talent from its disciples; it was difficult for ordinary people to master the swordsmanship he passed down fluently.

Some say that Miyamoto Musashi originally founded Enmei Ichiryu, a sword style that was relatively practical and could be mastered through hard work. However, Niten Ichiryu, which he founded in his later years, was a "sword of fantasy," which focused too much on the theory of swordsmanship and exceeded the physical limits of normal people, making it utter garbage.

Cheng moved! Like a lion pouncing on a pack of hyenas, his twin blades transformed into a storm of death!

His eyes gleamed red, and the enemy's movements appeared as slow as a snail to him.

Every swing of the sword brought up a shower of blood, and every slash sent limbs flying!

He marched through the blood-soaked crowd, reaping lives as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. His figure weaved through the crowd, leaving only screams and the sound of people falling to the ground in his wake.

The ghosts stared at those red eyes gleaming in the blood mist, at that figure that resembled a demon, and for a moment, boundless fear gripped them. Who, then, was the real ghost?

Cheng Sui slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, which smelled of blood. At this moment, the smoke in the room was gradually thinning. The remaining fierce ghosts retreated in fear when his gaze swept over them.

In Cheng Sui's perception, some of the red dots had already begun to flee outwards.

After estimating the range, Cheng Sui felt it was about right.

Under the desperate gaze of the crowd, Cheng Sui's clothes tore open behind him, and several thick tree branches suddenly burst out of his body, then expanded and spread wildly!

Wood Release: Chaos in Hell!

The branches, like living tentacles, attacked every living thing within their range indiscriminately!

Each puncture produced a sickeningly loud sound of flesh being pierced and bones being crushed!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

"what!"

Screams instantly merged into one.

A massive, blood-stained log pierced through the warehouse roof, like a bloody tentacle embracing the moon, creating a hellish scene under the night sky on the outskirts of the port.

Blood rained down from the sky.

Cheng Sui stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, looking up at the moon, which was slightly stained red with blood.

Just then, dark clouds obscured the moon.

The torrential rain poured down, washing away the bloodstains on his body, forming blood-red streams on the ground.

Sakurai Kogure looked back at the hellish scene in the warehouse, feeling only relief at surviving the ordeal.

Kazama Ruri opened her bloodshot eyes. In the end, Genji had not defeated the demon, and Kazama Ruri took over the body again.

"Is he... dead?"

Kazama Ruri, leaning against her, weakly opened her eyes, which were bloodshot. The consciousness belonging to Genji had been suppressed again, and the demon had once again taken over this body.

"He's dead," Sakurai Kogure said. "I saw it with my own eyes. His head was cut off by that specialist from headquarters."

Upon hearing this, Kazama Ruri let out a low, husky laugh and leaned more heavily against her.

"Snap!"

A pale white bolt of lightning tore through the sky, instantly illuminating the empty street corner ahead.

Sakurai Kogure's steps suddenly froze, and her pupils contracted sharply!

At the end of the street, amidst the torrential rain, stood a figure draped in a black robe and wearing a noble's mask, holding a black umbrella and standing quietly.

It was as if evil spirits had returned from hell and had been waiting for them for a long time.