Escaping the Mist Ninja starts with backstabbing your teacher.

Chapter 99 He went up, he collapsed!

Deep within the city of Daming, on the highest floor, in a spacious room.

Outside the window, snowflakes fell silently, swirling in the dim light, layer upon layer covering the windowsill.

Inside the room stood several enormous mirrors, their surfaces gleaming coldly under the lights, reflecting countless repeating images.

Feng Huazaoxue stood between these mirrors, her usual composure completely gone, leaving only a face full of helplessness and anxiety.

His gaze was fixed on the small figure in Izumi's arms.

"Minor Snow————"

"Father!"

Xiaoxue struggled desperately in Quanchuan's arms, pounding her little fists and stretching her arms toward her father, wanting to return to that familiar embrace.

Her cheeks flushed red from the effort, and tears were already welling up in her eyes.

Unfortunately, all her resistance was in vain. The strength of a five or six-year-old child was no different from whining in front of a ninja.

"Alright." Izumi's voice was calm, with a matter-of-fact ease. "Good children should get a good night's sleep and not cause trouble for adults."

He raised his hand and gently pressed Xiaoxue's acupoints. Her small body immediately went limp, her eyes slowly closed, and her breathing became even and long.

Feng Huazaoxue clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white from the force.

He wanted to rush forward and take his daughter back, but reason told him—no!

The child is still in the other party's hands, and any rash action could put Xiaoxue in danger.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his rage, and asked in a low, controlled voice, "Who are you? What is your purpose? What do you want in return for Xiaoxue's release?"

Izumi looked down at the little girl who had quieted down in her arms. She was about five or six years old, with two little braids and a round face. Even in her sleep, she was still very cute.

He didn't answer, but gently handed Xiaoxue to the skeletal puppet beside him to hold.

"The goal is simple." Izumi turned around and looked at Fuuka Hayate, his tone as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today, "To control the entire Land of Snow."

"What!?"

Kazayuki was stunned, her expression changing from anxiety to disbelief.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

To control the Land of Snow?

This person actually has such great ambitions?

Izumikawa didn't care about his reaction. His attitude was irrelevant to him; his presence was enough.

He waved his hand, and a skeletal puppet bowed down and knelt on the ground. Izumi sat down on it without any hesitation, his gaze falling on the rows of mirrors.

"Is this the instrument you used to change the climate of the Snow Country?"

He carefully examined these intricate creations, the veins around his right eye bulging slightly, and the white of his eye opening.

The mirror's structure, its internal conduits, and the flow of chakra—everything is clearly revealed under this insight.

"A very ingenious design." Izumi praised sincerely, "Using chakra to activate it, and then using geothermal energy to spread the temperature out—changing the environment in this way is indeed a good idea."

His tone carried a hint of appreciation, but Feng Hua Zaoxue's expression did not improve in the slightest.

Anyone would be upset if an intruder took his daughter hostage and criticized his research findings.

Izumikawa didn't seem to care; by all accounts, he was a villain now.

He sat on the bone chair, holding the little girl hostage, looking down at the hard work of others.

Should I let out a couple of cackling laughs to fit the mood?

He smiled to himself but didn't actually take any action.

His smile faded, and he slowly turned his head to look in the direction of the gate.

"Alright, it's time for the second villain to make his appearance."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"After all, if I hadn't come, he would probably have deposed you and taken over the Snow Country."

Feng Hua Zaoxue frowned, about to ask a question, when the door was suddenly pushed open.

A figure strode in, carrying an undisguised, sharp aura.

"Raging waves?"

Feng Hua Zaoxue looked at the face that resembled her own, her voice filled with doubt and a hint of unease.

"Elder brother."

Feng Hua Nu Tao responded, his gaze quickly sweeping over everything in the room.

He saw the skeletal puppets, saw Xiaoxue being held in the puppets' arms, and saw Izumi sitting calmly on the bone chair.

His brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed, a knowing glint in his eyes.

helper.

The helpers invited by Feng Hua Zao Xue.

These skeletons, and this person, must be the trump card that the elder brother used to fight against him.

Nu Tao's attention was quickly focused entirely on Quan Chuan, his eyes narrowing slightly, filled with scrutiny and vigilance.

"Is this your helper?"

His voice carried a hint of probing and a touch of hostility.

"Raging Waves, what do you mean by this?"

Kazeka Sakiyuki sensed something was wrong. His younger brother's tone, his younger brother's eyes, and that word "helper"—all of it pointed to an answer he didn't want to believe.

"I'll be frank with you, elder brother."

The wind, flowers, and raging waves made no attempt to beat around the bush; their tone was direct and almost brutal.

Even with this person's help, you can't stop me.

He took a step forward, his gaze sharpening.

"Tell me, where is the 'treasure' left behind by the Fuuka family?"

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Outside the window, the snow is still falling.

Kazayuki's initial astonishment gradually froze on her face.

He never imagined that his younger brother would betray him because of a casual remark he made to appease a child, a phrase he used to describe a "treasure."

Over the years, Nu Tao has always been very respectful to him, and when he occasionally offers suggestions on national affairs, he only regards them as his younger brother's concern for the family business.

Who would have thought that such a gentle face concealed such thoughts?

My heart sank little by little.

Finally, a bitter smile appeared on his lips. Life is truly unpredictable.

Seeing that his elder brother remained silent for a long time, Nu Tao's face quickly darkened.

He didn't wait any longer and gently waved his hand.

The Wolf Fang Avalanche trio stepped into the room and stood beside Nu Tao, looking ready to receive orders.

"As a family member, I will give my elder brother a respectable position."

The sound of the raging waves subsided, even carrying a hint of detached condescension.

"As for the treasure, I'll find it later."

He paused, then raised his hand and waved.

"Let's do it!"

Three figures suddenly sprang up at the same time.

Then-

The three figures were simultaneously forced back down.

A giant chakra hand materialized out of thin air, directly covering the three people's bodies and pressing them firmly against the walls on both sides.

The defensive barrier generated by the chakra armor shattered the moment it made contact, proving as fragile as glass.

The three struggled desperately, trying their best to break free of the restraints, but found that the scarlet hand was as solid as iron and did not budge.

Fubuki was pressed against the left wall, her small body almost embedded in it, her legs kicking futilely in the air.

The sleet was on the right, and the burly body seemed particularly powerless at this moment. His muscles were taut and the veins were bulging, but he couldn't even move a single finger.

Wolf Fang Avalanche was pinned to the very center, gritting his teeth, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

These attacks were chakra palms that Izumikawa conjured out of thin air using the "Talent of the Immortal Clan".

Compared to the head priest of the Fire Temple, who could only concentrate his palm to attack within a one-meter radius around himself, he can now concentrate it at will within a ten-meter radius.

The solidification and duration of the impact far surpassed those of the monks. Three scarlet palms firmly pressed down on the three people, as if they were three ants.

Feng Hua Ang Tao's pupils suddenly shrank.

He subconsciously took a half step back, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the three members of the Wolf Fang trio on either side.

Although their chakra armor was not as good as the finished product on him, the defensive barrier it created was enough to resist most ninjutsu attacks.

But at this moment, they couldn't even break free from each other's grasp.

is it possible?

Is this appropriate?

His voice held an undisguised fear: "Who are you!?"

No one answered him.

He abruptly turned to look at his silent elder brother, his voice suddenly rising: "Was all of this part of your plan, elder brother!"

Feng Huazaoxue looked at him, and the bitter smile on her lips deepened.

His gaze lingered on Nu Tao's face for a moment, as if he were looking at a stranger, or as if he were looking at a child who had done something wrong but didn't know what he had done wrong.

"You've misunderstood from the beginning."

His voice was soft, tinged with weariness and helplessness.

"Whether it's the so-called 'treasure,' or the other party's identity—"

He didn't continue. Some things are enough to say; no amount of explanation could change the facts.

His younger brother, who had followed him since childhood and whom he thought would protect the Snow Country together, had come to this.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of wind and snow outside the window could be heard.

Izumi sat atop the skeletal puppet, watching the brothers' confrontation without uttering a word.

Three scarlet chakra hands pressed firmly against the Wolf Fang trio, remaining completely still.

He is waiting.

Wait for the wind, flowers, and snow to make a choice.

If they cooperate voluntarily, then everyone will be happy, and he also values ​​the other party's research and development capabilities.

If they don't cooperate, then we can only try to optimize and control them properly.

Of course, there's also the figure in front of me, Feng Hua Nu Tao, whose chakra armor seems to have been crafted by him.

Unexpectedly, this tiny snow country has produced two "sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks" with equally matched research and development capabilities, only their directions are different.

"Your Excellency, could you spare my retainers and treat the people of the Snow Kingdom kindly?"

"no problem!"

After receiving Izumi's response, Fuuka Sayagi resigned herself to her fate.

Feng Hua Nu Tao's expression changed drastically, and he roared, "What are you saying, elder brother? What's going on?"

Unwilling to accept defeat, he tore off his clothes, revealing the exquisite chakra armor beneath.

Having come this far and put in so much effort, how could he possibly be willing to stop here?

He did it!

He collapsed!

Like a dead dog, it was slammed into the floor.

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