The phone reading: Split in two by a single slash, the third ninja's fate was the most tragic. Eight Zero E-book: Who made you think you were strong, treating my opening moves as signs of weakness? That's exactly what you deserve. More ninjas arrived, their swords clashing in a continuous rhythm. Qin Feng used his flying sword as a regular long sword because he wanted to assess the ninjas' combat abilities through a "normal" means—thus obtaining a more balanced evaluation. The ones eliminated first were the lower-ranked ninjas. The Sun Kingdom's ninjas are divided into three ranks—junior, mid, and senior—each further subdivided into junior, mid, and senior levels. Among the eight fallen under Qin Feng's blade, six were senior junior ninjas, and two were junior mid-level ninjas. Just within reach of the window, the shadow on the wall beside it flickered and two figures in purple ninja attire appeared. They held Dongyang longswords in their hands and carried short swords at their hips. Like the black-robed figures before, they wore head coverings, revealing only their luminous eyes. From the beginning to now, what has most impressed Qin the most is the ninja's skill in seamless concealment—so pervasive and subtle that unless they make a mistake, you hardly notice their presence. Moreover, ninja at the rank of mid-level or above possess the ability to remain undetectable even on thermal imaging. "Ah, another two," Qin the young lord smiled. "I hope you don't let me down." The ninja said nothing, raising their longswords simultaneously—one on each side—and charging straight at him. Clang! Qin swiftly swung his sword, deflecting both Dongyang blades. The strength of these two was significantly greater than that of the eight figures who had fallen before, indicating that they were at least mid-level or above in rank. It was obvious that the two were skilled in coordinated attacks, moving left and right, up and down, with seamless coordination. Qin remained calm and retreated steadily, fighting as he went. To be honest, he hadn't rigorously practiced sword techniques, since he had been using a flying sword from the very beginning—holding the sword in his hands reduced its power by several folds. Yet he didn't rush; if he wanted to gauge his opponents' true strength, he couldn't afford to. The two purple-robed ninjas grew more determined as the battle progressed, believing their opponent to be only moderately strong and confident that they could handle him without much difficulty. Tink-tink... Soon, Qin was pressed against the wall, with no room to retreat further. Without hesitation, he crushed a scroll in his hand, and a dragon of flame surged forth. Faced with the sudden burst of fire, the two ninjas did not show much alarm. One of them exclaimed, "Water Shield Technique!" The other immediately echoed the same phrase, and instantly a pale blue barrier formed before them. As the dragon struck the shield, it emitted a hissing sound and released a plume of white steam. Man, I'm stunned—ninja actually have this kind of skill! Previously, he only heard that ninja could use the Five Elements Techniques, thinking they were just like "urination-based escape maneuvers." Now it's clear they're far more impressive than he imagined. Indeed, a full-bodied fire dragon was completely neutralized by the water shields of just two ninjas. "Man, I'm furious!" Qin, the young lord, tossed his flying sword high into the sky and then adopted a desperate posture. The ninjas exchanged glances, puzzled as to why he'd abandoned his weapon—was he about to surrender? Surrender? Not a chance. He was going to take your heads off. Far from just dropping his weapon, once the sword reached a certain height, it spiraled downward, diving with a sharp arc. The two ninjas instinctively ducked as they heard the sword slicing through the air. But it was still too late—by the time the sound reached them, their heads and bodies had already separated. Qin glanced at their lifeless bodies with a touch of pity, shaking his head. "Young folks, next time you're reborn, make sure you remember this—leaving your weapons doesn't mean surrendering. Often, it means you're about to unleash your full strength. Oh well, I've been telling you this for ages, but it's all in vain. In the Huaxia lands, even children know this, yet you, the pig-like people from the Sun Kingdom, will never learn!" With the obstacles cleared, it was time to move forward. Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of progression—just like in a video game. First the grunt enemies, then the minor ones, then the mid-level and finally the final boss. He shrugged and, this time, simply stepped into the room through the window, too tired to waste time on these little fish and shrimp outside. On the upper floor, Jun-nan Nakamura had taken refuge beneath the bed, trembling all over. Though an ordinary man, his hearing far surpassed that of most people. He couldn't see what was happening downstairs, but he could hear every sound. The opponents have already reached the room. Hopefully, the so-called skilled ninjas can hold him off. Munekata Shun-nan is holding a device resembling a TV remote control, with two large buttons at the top—one red, one blue. The room is sealed off, targeting ordinary people only; ninjas are initially excluded, since as long as they remain hidden and don't make themselves visible, it's extremely difficult for anyone else to locate them. Qin, the young magnate, is walking around the room, muttering, "Well, my luck truly isn't ordinary—here I am, straight into the bathroom! This wealthy family's bathroom is no joke—after walking for over ten steps, I still can't find the door!" Crack! With a sharp sound, the overhead light above flickers on, switched on by him. This is a super-luxurious bathroom, over forty square meters in size, with natural marble flooring and walls. The sink, bathtub, and toilet are all top-of-the-line models. No way, this guy is truly a millionaire. The size of just one bathroom is larger than the living room of a typical apartment. One bathroom is already so luxurious—what about the rest of the house? Midorikawa is a true spendthrift; why does he need all these useless things? Can he even use them all himself? Qin Feng walked up to the door and kicked it directly. Thud— The solid wooden door flew out and crashed into a landscaped area outside. "Guests have arrived—why aren't the lights on?" he called out loudly. The more he did this, the more terrified Midorikawa became. His body shook violently, as if trembling all over. Still no lights. With a reluctant sigh, he had to step in and do it himself. He drew a lightning seal, and as a flash of lightning illuminated the room, it transformed into countless silver serpentine arcs that surged across various appliances. The internal components of the appliances could no longer bear the strain, and began to activate one by one. Moreover, these arcs had taken a severe toll on the lower-ranked ninjas hiding in various spots, causing them immediate numbness in their limbs and loss of control over their bodies. Pfft... snap... boom... Several dozen ninja were exposed from their hiding places, with those concealed atop roofs, columns, and high on walls suffering the worst—landing in disarray. Qin smiled, clapping his hands. "I always said it would be impossible for no one to be present in such a large hall. You're just playing hide-and-seek with me, aren't you?"