The sword flew around the living room, and all the ones who had lost their concealment fell one by one. However, no new ninjas appeared—this made Qin Feng deeply realize the true meaning of the word "ninja." These people truly could endure! They watched their comrades die without offering a single aid, as if completely indifferent. He glanced coldly around, saying, "You've been hiding, hoping to strike me when I'm unprepared. But given the current situation, do you really think you can succeed? Then come out and fight me face to face—do you think you're afraid?" "With that, he waved his hand, and at the center of the living room, a massive bomb materialized—modified from six 155mm artillery shells, reinforced with a bundle of high-grade TNT. Its explosive power was sufficient to level the entire villa. "This is your final chance," he said. "If you still won't step forward, I'll detonate the bomb. Prove to me, then, that the master ninja you claim to be—those so-called top-tier ninjas from the Sun Nation—are nothing more than timid, hiding-in-the-shadows rodents." He smiled with deeper intent. He glanced down at the scattered scraps of copper and iron on the ground and said, "You call yourselves mice—well, that truly fits. You're always hiding, always relying on your hidden weapons. Can it be that you all look unattractive, so you're too shy to step out and face people?" Huff, huff... Five figures in black-and-violet ninja attire leapt down, surrounding him. There were five of them, and their aura was stronger than that of the two earlier purple-robed ninjas. Each held a different weapon—though still primarily Eastern-style longswords, there were also three spears and one long staff, suggesting they were a well-coordinated team. Qin, the young lord, observed them calmly, then extended his right hand, and his flying sword automatically returned to its resting place. The leading ninja spoke in a steady tone, "Chinese, are you a cultivator?" From the voice, it was clear he was over fifty; the gray eyebrows visible at the edges of his eyes confirmed this. "Yes," replied Qin. "What's wrong?" "He continued in a mocking tone, saying, 'Since you know I'm a cultivator, you're now afraid, aren't you? Well then, just leave right now—I promise I'll leave you alone. How about that?' 'Staying here is our mission,' the elder ninja replied. 'Protecting the Midori Lord is our duty. Killing you is even more so—so we will not be leaving!' 'Oh, come on,' Qin said, tossing out his flying sword and launching the attack right away. Shh-shh-shh... The five ninjas instantly shifted positions—so swift were their movements that they even left trailing afterimages, and though the sword kept chasing, it always fell behind. 'Golden Ninja Technique!' one of them shouted, emitting a sound like a howl. Huh, I thought all your ninjas were mute! Turns out, everyone speaks. Soon, another one called out, 'Wood Ninja Technique!' Qi Da-shao began to think, wondering if the next one would shout "Water Ninja Technique." To his delight, one of them did. The very next moment, he stepped ahead of the fourth ninja and shouted, "Fire Ninja Technique!" The originally well-coordinated group suddenly stalled mid-action—the fourth ninja had been about to shout "Fire Ninja Technique," but Qi Feng's timely shout caused him to swallow it back. "Haha!" Qi Da-shao laughed heartily. These ninjas were simply hilarious! If you're going to call out signals, please prepare in advance—don't just rely on things anyone could think of. There's absolutely no technical flair. The four others exchanged a glance with their teammate, who then strained to shout, "Fire Ninja Technique!" The formation regained its smooth coordination, and the fifth member called out, "Earth Ninja Technique," with a stronger voice. Qin Feng slowed down his pursuit of the group, as he really wanted to see what they intended to do—each of them shouted three characters. Could it really take these fifteen characters to kill them? Pffft—Pffft—Pffft—Pffft—Pffft... Five of them simultaneously launched their hand-thrown swords, each a different color. They'd already failed earlier. Now they're still relying on the old method—have you all lost your minds? As expected, the projectiles struck the protective aura of spiritual energy and fell to the ground with crisp, clear sounds. Qin Feng smiled. He'd thought they'd come up with something more elaborate at the beginning. Instead, it was utterly disappointing—deeply so. No point in wasting more time on them. With a mere thought, he unleashed the most vigorous attack from his flying sword. Swoosh—Swoosh—Swoosh—Swoosh—Swoosh... Surprisingly, all five of them chose to flee, each heading for a different window, shattering the frames as they went, vanishing into the night sky. "By the gods!" Qin was furious—he never thought in his life that these five would bolt. Just a moment ago, they had been so confident, swearing they’d protect Naka Jun-nan. Now they were gone, like they’d pulled out their stool and sat back down. He hadn’t noticed that the five hand-swords beneath his feet were now releasing a mist of vapor, gently expanding outward. Thud… The bedroom door was kicked open. He looked down at the trembling figure beneath the bed and said, "Mr. Nakamura, you certainly didn't expect me to arrive so quickly, did you? Sorry, but that's just how we Chinese are—practical. Today I settle my account with you, and tomorrow I can return home. Are you ready to meet your end?" Mr. Nakamura bit his teeth and replied, "Qin Feng, don't act so confident. This isn't over today. You won't kill me yet!"