?Mobile reading Qin Feng adopted the method he previously used against his rivals—setting traps in sparsely populated areas, waiting for them to stumble into them. However, this time it didn’t work. Either the Metho-1 mountain was exceptionally sharp, or the man simply had a stubborn mindset—he never followed Qin’s movements, always staying within two kilometers of the Qin family’s compound, frequently shifting his position. This left Qin somewhat at a loss, as his opponent never followed his strategy. Such adversaries are often the most difficult to handle. Metho-1 mountain also failed to find an opportunity to strike; Qin’s defenses were too solid, nearly impenetrable. To succeed in breaking through, he would have to pay a heavy price. That evening, Qin’s keen sixth sense alerted him to danger around him. This feeling had been recurring daily. Yet, what could he do? Despite all his efforts, the opponent simply wouldn’t engage. He was furious. The old man from the Yaya clan would face you head-on. Even if you're a senior jounin, this is my territory—my home ground. With the advantage of the home base, who knows who will ultimately prevail? He waved a greeting to the girls and then, stepping onto his flying sword, leapt out the window. Heading straight toward the danger, he continued to soar until he felt satisfied. Then, hovering in midair, he shouted loudly, "You little grandson from the Sun Country—why do you always hide like this? If you're still a man with a pair of testicles, step out now! We're not going to stop until one of us is dead!" Throughout these days, the Methi from Mount Kaga had been holding onto the strategy of a surprise attack. After all, the target was a master-level opponent. If he couldn't secure the victory in a single strike, the situation would quickly become complicated. Thus, he had patiently waited for the right moment to emerge. It was quite difficult for him, as everyone in the Kaga school knew that his cousin, Kaga Ishima, was known for his fiery temper and high martial skill, yet lacked patience. After waiting for so many days without any result, he had already been simmering with frustration—when Qin Feng launched this scolding, the long-suppressed anger burst forth suddenly. "Chinaman, do you really think I'm afraid? Killing you is nothing at all," he leapt up from the ground, drawing his Japanese long sword from his waist, then pulling out his short sword as well, holding the long sword in his right hand and the short sword in his left, forming a somewhat unusual stance. Qin's young heart was filled with awe. While ninja typically carried both a long and a short sword, it was the first time he had seen them used simultaneously. "Little man, state your name," he coldly remarked. "Chinaman, the names of our sun-kissed nation's ninja—you are not worthy of knowing," Kaga Ishima declared with pride. "Ha ha, I knew from the start that the person sent by Kaga Ichimaru wasn't any real talent—never even dared to reveal his name." He said with a touch of sarcasm. "Better have him step down as the head of the stream; he's truly humiliated now!" Kaga Ichimaru cried out, "Chinese, today I will surely kill you! Well, if you'd like to know who killed you, I'll make it happen—I'm Kaga Ichimaru, the cousin of the head of the Kaga school, a senior jounin!" He added, "In terms of martial skill alone, even Hachigata Ichiro isn't up to his cousin's level. Sending out their top-ranked master to face him—this clearly indicates that Xiao Feng is someone they deeply detest!" Shu, the police officer, smiled and said, "Xiao Feng's move is truly brilliant. Once Hachigata Ichiro's identity is confirmed, Hachigata's entire school can be branded as a terrifying organization, turning them into targets everyone wants to eliminate!" "Indeed, Xiao Feng won't rest until he extinguishes the entire Sun Kingdom," said He. At a distance, Hachigata Ichiro spun around and shouted, "Slanting Moon, God-Blade Cut!" The two swords worked in unison, projecting a slanted cross-shaped blade of light toward Qin Shao in the sky. "Fly, the swords!" As he commanded the flying blades to advance, he simultaneously crushed two lightning scrolls in his hands. Shushush…crack…crack… The flying sword combined with a lightning bolt to extinguish the opponent's sword light, while another lightning bolt struck precisely at甲贺一山's head, causing his hair to stand on end—his demeanor looked utterly stunned. "Ah! You've outwitted us, Chinese! I'll crush you into a thousand pieces!" The large warrior from the Sun Kingdom shouted, eager to charge in—had he not been unable to fly, he would have already surged forward. He continued to bellow, "Show some courage! Come down and fight me on the ground! Staying aloft all the time like this—what kind of skill is that? Are all your Chinese so timid, never daring to face us Sun Kingdom warriors head-on?" "As you wish," Qin Feng descended from the sky. He hadn't been tricked by the Sun Kingdom's bold appeal. By using flying swords, he maintained a consistent distance from his opponent regardless of whether the opponent was on the ground or in the air—thus ensuring his own safety at all times. Ganji Yishan was filled with exhilaration, believing that the enemy had exposed their weakness. He shouted, "One stroke to destroy gods—both the divine and the mortal!" Qin, the young master, easily dodged the attack and smiled, saying, "Next time, don't shout so grandly. Your name sounds so impressive—'destroy gods, vanquish deities'—yet what's the result? I'm just an ordinary cultivator, nothing special. You can't even defeat me, let alone destroy gods. Isn't that what the people of the Sun Kingdom always do—blow their own horns?" The big man paid no attention and declared once again with unwavering confidence, "One stroke to destroy gods—both the divine and the mortal!" The first time had failed to make an impact, let alone the second repetition. This time, Qin's evasion was even more effortless. Regarding the habit of the ninjas to announce every technique aloud, Qin remained notably reserved. For instance, when chanting the incantation for the ice spear, he simply murmured it silently in his mind. Whoosh... A massive ice spear, over four meters long, descended from the sky and struck Gan As he was just finishing the first half of the phrase "Slaying the God with a Single Cut," his body wavered under the immense force of the ice spear, and a deep, bone-crushing wound appeared on his back. He dropped his short blade and rolled onto the ground, then, as he rose, used his left hand to continuously launch dozens of silver needles toward Qin Feng. At the same time, he summoned his talisman to catch the needles and reinforced his spiritual shield to deflect any that escaped capture. Tink-tink-tink... Indeed, three or four needles struck the shield, immediately reducing its strength by one level. Man, just a few needles—how could they have such an impact? This was completely unexpected.