?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng turned around. Twenty meters away, an elderly man in a brown kimono stood there, his left hand empty and his right hand holding a finely crafted Japanese long sword. The fact that he had approached so quietly and seamlessly demonstrated that the old ninja was indeed a master. Qingzi also turned her head, observing the man with alert eyes. The visitor was Kogami from Kaga. After glancing at the two still holding each other tightly, he said with deep significance, "It's no wonder—how lovely their match must be, yet this young man will soon leave this world!" Seeing the man so confident and assertive, Qin Feng asked coldly, "Which branch of the family are you from? Please introduce yourself. I respect your age and don't want you to die without a clear cause!" "Hahahaha! Young man, you truly have a bold spirit." "Hagata Ichiki burst out laughing, "As the headmaster of the Hagata school, I am Hagata Ichiki. You dare to show up in my great Sun Country and make a scene—what a stroke of luck for you! Since you've come this far, as the leader of a ninja organization, I shall have to put an end to your arrogance and take your life!" "People grow more verbose as they age—indeed, that's true. Your verbosity is quite remarkable." He said with a mocking tone, "Old man, from the way you're carrying yourself, you must be at least seventy—maybe even eighty. Can you still wield a blade? Are you really certain you want to fight me? I don't want to end up with the reputation of bullying an elder!" "Qin Feng, you're asking for it!" For the first time in his life, Hagata Ichiki had been looked down upon. He tossed his Eastern blade high into the air, then grasped the hilt firmly in his right hand, rotating it as he drew the blade from its scabbard. It was a fine Eastern blade—its patterns flowed gracefully across the surface, like a waterfall, clearly no ordinary piece. Qin Feng smiled at Qingzi and said, "I'll first take you to a safer place where you can move around freely. I'll immediately go find you!" "Okay," Qingzi nodded obediently. She walked toward the beach with a strange feeling, jumped down, and settled herself, murmuring, "What place is this? Qin Sang is truly amazing—she managed to transform me right here. The scenery is so beautiful, the air so fresh. I love it!" She lay back comfortably and closed her eyes. As he finished speaking, he swung his sword at a forty-five-degree angle with one hand. A white blade of light erupted, cutting through the air, and surged toward Qin Feng. The flying sword met the blade, absorbing most of its force, though a small portion still struck Qin Feng's body. The spiritual shield absorbed the remainder, and Qin, the young noble, remained perfectly still, coldly remarking, "This is the standard of a senior jounin, isn't it? Truly disappointing. It seems your ninja truly only know how to boast, lacking any real skill. I'm curious—where does your confidence in survival come from? Tell me!" In truth, he was aiming to undermine the confidence of his opponents. Though the swordlight was blocked by his spiritual shield, the impact still stung. Qin wasn't just good at acting—he had to endure the pain, otherwise, the moment he opened his mouth, he'd reveal his composure. "Ninja of the Chinese lands, don't think you can win just by words." "Hagata Ichiku chuckled coldly, saying, "The move I just made only used three-tenths of my strength. Though you've acted as though unharmed, I can clearly see you're not well. Therefore, what lies ahead for you is death!" "All this talk—my brother is nearly losing it," he thought, instantly commanding his flying sword to advance. Qin Feng remained calm and composed, pinching the lightning scrolls hidden along the side of his body. Crack! A thick bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking precisely atop Akaichi Ichiro's head. The neat bun of his hair was split open, and several strands turned to a crisp yellow. He had to open his mouth to free the flying sword. While the shock of the lightning was unpleasant, he chose to endure it as he had done before—holding his composure and feigning no injury. He spoke, "Young man, this is truly disappointing. I had hoped you Chinese cultivators would be extraordinary, but now it seems you're nothing special at all. If you're capable of only this, then you're certainly going to perish today!" "Then let's see how you fare." Qin Feng wasn't stupid—how could he fail to see that the other was feigning sincerity? Smiling, he said, "Old tree, I only exerted two-tenths of my strength just now, actually less than your three-tenths. So, who will win this race is already clear. Your hairstyle is quite unimpressive. If you were to swap your sword for a staff and a cracked bowl, you'd certainly qualify as a proper beggar. If you'd like me to beg on your behalf, perhaps in a good mood I'll even hand you a few copper coins!"