Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

It's truly astonishing when these lower-level superhumans, connected by the fantasy game, unleash their power!

However, young master Hossman was only worried about whether the chairman or the American military would pay attention to him or even be hostile, but he did not expect that things were not over yet!

Zhao Hao and his group had made up their minds to hunt down those Crescent Moon Ninjas and give Nanaya Saki a piece of their mind.

With Zhao Hao's information support, the operation became much easier.

……

Moreno is a football referee, or more specifically, a biased referee.

He had accepted bribes from certain teams in many matches to make biased calls. However, doing this repeatedly is extremely risky.

On one occasion, he caused a gangster boss to lose a large sum of money gambling on a football match due to his biased refereeing, and he was subsequently hunted down by gunmen. Although he miraculously survived, it was only because he was incredibly lucky; the bullet pierced his chest but narrowly missed his heart.

But even surviving was useless, because the big boss had already arranged for him to lose his job. He was even forced to leave the entire industry.

Moreno was naturally very indignant. This shady industry chain, from players to gambling addicts, has supported far too many people!

Those beer-bellied players who earn millions in salary, eat sea cucumbers every meal, charter planes with tons of luggage when traveling abroad, buy luxury goods casually, and go to bars to eat and hook up before games are all doing just fine, so why should I be the one to suffer?

All I did was blow a few whistles, show a few cards, and disallow a few penalties and goals.

That's because someone paid me. If they didn't pay me, I would definitely do things impartially!

There are no corrupt referees if no one pays them money. Why can't you understand this? Go find the people who pay them!

He should have been destitute and homeless from then on, but in his extreme indignation and resentment, he unexpectedly discovered that he had awakened "superpowers"!

He was targeted the first time he used his superpowers to do something bad, and then naturally ended up working for Master Hossman.

He is the online friend of Frango, the wall-crawling escape artist.

Moreno has been working under Hossmann for over a year now, and he is highly valued because of his ruthlessness and competence.

He had four ninjas acting as his bodyguards.

A new moon jonin, who has mastered two superior ninjutsu: the Silent Breath Concealment Technique and the Shadow Control Technique.

The three New Moon Chunin are also among the best Chunin, each mastering their own ninjutsu.

Plus, Moreno himself is a superhuman with combat abilities, so it's a sure thing.

……

That day, since the mission was temporarily suspended, Moreno enjoyed drinking and watching a football match at his secret base.

He was in a huge, luxuriously decorated underground base. That young master Hossman really didn't skimp on his subordinates when it came to money.

In the luxurious hall, Moreno sat on the large sofa in the middle, holding a wine glass, watching the live broadcast of the football match on the big TV, occasionally cursing the referee for being unprofessional and the players for being rubbish.

At that moment, among the three Chunin guarding the hall, one who had no legs and whose lower body was severed at the waist looked rather unwell.

Unlike ordinary ninjas who were completely covered up, he revealed his face.

He looked to be in his forties, with a weathered face and long hair.

Seeing him frowning, a young companion beside him whispered, "Libra-senpai, is something wrong?"

The half-bodied Ishizuka Libra nodded: "I feel very bad, a very uneasy feeling!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a strange object from the bad seed: a stone base and a metal disc, engraved with many ancient Japanese symbols.

"Senior, is there any need to use astrology?"

Ishizuka Tensei's ninjutsu is a form of astrological divination derived from the astrological techniques of Onmyoji, and it is a rare predictive ability among ninjutsu.

However, this "stolen" ninjutsu has too many limitations and comes at a considerable cost.

First of all, the qualifications for studying are extraordinary. It has to be someone born with a disability, like a Libra, and the more miserable the better.

Moreover, it requires extremely high talent; one must be someone who has an innate and keen perception of celestial patterns.

Libra Ishizuka was born with only one half of a human body, which couldn't be more tragic. However, he also has quite good talent and is very proficient in astrology and divination.

If it weren't for his mediocre talent in spiritual energy cultivation and the fact that he was only half a human and had little combat ability, he would have definitely become a Jonin long ago.

However, each use of this astrological divination technique requires extremely expensive extraordinary materials and consumes a great deal of the user's spiritual energy, sometimes taking several days to recover. Therefore, it is generally not used lightly.

After all, it was something stolen, seemingly genuine but actually flawed, and completely altered beyond recognition. Although it was usable, it had significant defects. However, its effects were quite remarkable.

This thing can not only predict good or bad fortune, but it can even accurately predict the enemy's height, appearance, and approximate abilities, sense the opponent's location, and speculate on environmental changes, etc.

Despite his companions' objections, Ishizuka Libra shook his head and decided to resort to astrology.

He was so uneasy, his heart felt heavy as if an invisible boulder was pressing down on it.

He had this feeling several times, and each time it was a life-or-death crisis!

He has survived to this day thanks to the unique inspiration that fortune tellers possess.

His psionic energy began to surge, swirling around him like a wisp of transparent smoke, and then rapidly depleted as he twisted the metal disc.

Within seconds, his gloomy face was covered in sweat...

At this moment, another Chunin and the hidden Jonin also noticed the change and didn't understand why Ishizuka Tenpei suddenly used astrology.

Only Moreno was still waving his fist and cursing at the stinky feet.

After all, he was a latecomer to the profession and had little combat experience. He was slow to notice changes in his surroundings and was not as good as those ninjas.

If it really came down to a fight, he wouldn't even be as good as that Chunin Ishizuka Tenpei, who wasn't known for his fighting prowess.

In truth, these Crescent Moon ninjas looked down on these newly awakened superhumans. It was just an order from their ninja leader.

Suddenly, Ishizuka Libra, who was performing divination, widened his eyes, his eyeballs instantly became bloodshot and bulged outwards, his entire face turned pale, and sweat dripped down his chin!

"Heh, heh~" An unusual sound came from his throat, as if he was choking on something strange.

"Senior, are you alright?" the Chunin next to him called out hurriedly.

Suddenly, Ishizuka Tenpei raised his hand and poked his own eyeball!

With a soft "plop," he actually poked out an eyeball!

After all, they were ninjas who had emerged from brutal trials. They would never hesitate to gouge out their own eyes, and they actually managed to escape the backlash of divination in such a cruel way.

Then he collapsed to the spot, leaning against a pillar and hoarsely uttering, "Oh no! Run! Run!"

However, it was too late; a massive barrier had already enveloped the entire underground hall.

Zhao Hao pushed open the door and walked in. "This place was really hard to find. I'm so grateful to that sniper for showing me the way. Wow, what a huge area! Building such a luxurious place underground, you really know how to enjoy life!"

The dozens of thugs and mercenaries in the base outside the gate have been quietly dealt with.

Chapter 403 Fellow Disciples, Beloved Friends and Family

The Crescent Moon Ninjas were already prepared when Zhao Hao entered.

After all, they are like killing machines; their combat acumen is something they've earned by risking their lives.

Even as he was speaking, more than a dozen different types of hidden weapons flew over.

There were shuriken shaped like swallows with a sharp whistle, silent flying nails, shuriken that spun and drew arcs, and kunai that were as deadly as daggers.

Attention-grabbing, sneaky, unexpected, direct, and highly penetrating.

These ninjas truly mastered the art of using ordinary concealed weapons!

Each one is imbued with psionic energy and possesses offensive special effects. They can be described as specialists in slaughter.

However, Zhao Hao pushed outwards with both hands, and with a clang, more than a dozen hidden weapons all crashed into the transparent barrier.

They are enemies specializing in barrier defense! There's also a woman carrying a katana; she's from Japan.

The ninjas present made a judgment instantly.

Only then did the biased referee Moreno realize what was going on—someone was causing trouble!

He instantly threw down his wine glass and hid behind the sofa, peeking out with his head out.

The two people, a man and a woman, were both quite young, in their early twenties.

The man was from the Song Dynasty, and although the woman had black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin, her posture alone made her seem more like a Japanese person than a Song person.

Moreno, being a football referee who had even officiated matches in Japan, immediately grasped the essence of Japanese women.

Because of the backlash from the divination, the Ishizuka Tensei was limp like a boneless worm and couldn't be relied on. However, the Oni-haired Kojiro beside him wasn't nervous at all, and was even a little excited.

He was already a Chunin at just twenty years old, and was considered a genius!

Instead of hiding, he leaped up and squatted sideways on the stone pillar!

This move was Flander's innate ability, but ninjas can also use it through training in psionic energy. Their feet seem rooted to the ground, able to adhere to surfaces and even walk on water.

Then, the demon-haired Kojiro suddenly waved his hands in front of him, and a series of slight impact sounds came from the barrier around Zhao Hao.

Nanaya Saki didn't see what kind of attack it was and asked in a low voice, "What was that?"

Zhao Hao said, "It's wind. Tiny wind blades formed by a subtle yet rapid wind."

Oni-haired Kojiro's lips curled into a smile. "You know your stuff, huh? That's good. If it were just someone of average strength, killing them wouldn't be very interesting."

However, Zhao Hao's next sentence shocked him: "It seems like the wind was generated by some kind of thin thread."

Oni-haired Kojiro's eyes widened in shock. Had his ninjutsu been leaked?!

His name is Oni-Hair Kojiro, and he is proficient in the ninjutsu technique, Hibiki-maru.

This was originally a ninjutsu that controlled a woman's hair to create fine strands. It had a medium range and a powerful yet inconspicuous control ability, making it a mid-level ninjutsu.

However, at such a young age, he was already able to control six hair-cutting blades, and he even incorporated a basic Wind Release technique into them—using the flicking of his hair to generate wind blades for cutting, thus compensating for the Hair-cutting Blade's lack of direct attack power. That's why he was called a genius and was expected to master Wind Release ninjutsu within five years and become a Jonin.

However, this enemy before him had only seen his probing attack, yet he had already discerned that he was using the fine threads of his hair to generate wind blades! How was that possible?! How could he possibly see that clearly?!

Seeing Zhao Hao calmly describe his ninjutsu as if it were as mundane as saying four steamed buns for one yuan, Oni-Hair Kojiro felt that his life had been desecrated!

What gives you the right to look down on me and my ninjutsu?!

In his youthful arrogance, he raised his hands high and swung them down violently, sending six thin black threads piercing the air like sharp blades as they slashed towards Zhao Hao and his companion.

At the same time, another Chunin from the New Moon faction launched an attack.

This Chunin was short, probably less than 1.5 meters tall, with a long, narrow head and a bald head. He looked to be under forty years old, but his face showed signs of premature aging.

He squatted down, his legs softening into spring-like shapes, sending them flying four or five meters. He landed upside down on the ceiling above Zhao Hao and the other person, then swung his fists, which stretched out three or four meters like rubber bands, slamming them against the barrier with a series of crackling sounds!

Ninja Art: Extending and Retracting Technique!