?Mobile reading Sunken Kingdom, the Iga school of ninjas. Eighty Electronic Books The Iga and the Iga schools are known as the two dominant schools of ninjas in the Sunken Kingdom. Of the remaining schools, about eighty percent have branched off from these two. Their relationship has never been cordial—especially after the decline of the ninja lineage, when the number of available missions dwindled. To secure greater profits, the two schools have clashed repeatedly, often turning into bitter rivals. In terms of strength, the Iga school has historically been weaker than the Iga school, which has maintained its dominance for years. It's said that the Iga school nearly suffered a complete extinction. Now, the Iga school is thrilled—finally, a chance to rise. They have hosted a grand celebration, gathering all members to rejoice in this momentous news. Yet, they are unaware of who exactly brought about the Iga school's current state. They care little about the details. What they know is that in the future, the Sunken Kingdom will belong to their Iga school. During the gathering, someone remarked, "It's said that the Kaga school was eliminated by cultivators, and the Yamaguchi Shokunin incident was also carried out by the same group!" Upon hearing this, the head of the stream furrowed his brow, saying, "Cultivators—how utterly amusing! The Kaga school has been at odds with cultivators. They must believe that since they thrive in the Sun Kingdom, they can likewise dominate the Chinese realm. It's precisely this very assumption that has led to their rivalry. Cultivators are an ancient profession in China—far from easy to deal with!" In the sky, Qin Feng nodded and said, "Indeed, this head of the Iga school shows a fair measure of self-awareness!" Isabel raised an eyebrow, asking, "Are you perhaps feeling a touch of compassion? Do you intend to let them off with a mere chance at survival?" Qin, the young lord, smiled warmly, saying, "Let me hear more—should these people truly be so well-behaved, then certainly, I would consider granting them a chance at survival!" "Below, a family member remarked, 'The Kaga sect has truly suffered this time. I can't believe how many cultivators they've summoned—yet they've managed not a single counterattack!' The flow master sneered, 'That's due to their own inadequacy. Cultivators are indeed formidable. They simply haven't encountered our Iga sect. When our twelve senior jounin launch a coordinated assault, any number of cultivators will fall short.' 'Of course. While cultivators can defeat the Kaga sect, they are far from our Iga sect's match.' 'Precisely. Our peaceful coexistence with the cultivation world isn't out of fear, but rather out of indifference. Once conflict arises, it's always the cultivators who suffer.' '...' The group grew increasingly confident, and Qin's younger brother's expression grew steadily more strained. He had expected these to be self-aware individuals, only to find they were equally arrogant and complacent—truly bold in their boasts. If they were indeed stronger than the Kaga sect, why had they endured such sustained pressure for so long? The beautiful officer said with deliberate intent, "Qin, shall we really fight?" "Fight," he replied with a snort, "and leave none alive. Such arrogant fellows don't belong in this world at all. Once we start, don't spare a single stroke!" "Understood," smiled the beautiful officer, and moved to her attacking position. Below, the group of drunkards continued to boast and clink their glasses. As before when dealing with the Kōga school, Qin intended to catch them off guard. He began circling above, constantly dropping bombs. Hoo-hoo... An odd sound rose from above, yet since they were seated indoors, even when they raised their heads, they saw nothing. One of the half-drunk men opened his eyes and said, "I feel like I've heard the sound of bombs descending—something old-fashioned, like a free-fall bomb!" "What are you talking about? You must have heard a phantom sound—what place are we in, exactly, that a bomb could fall here?" someone nearby exclaimed. "I really heard it!" "Hmph!" A black cylindrical object slammed through the roof, crashing down hard onto the ground and shattering the wooden floor into splinters. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a bomb. Boom... boom... boom... Before the crowd could process what was happening, the bomb had exploded. Just as it had at the Uga clan's location, all jounin below the rank of senior jounin were killed instantly, those at the senior jounin level were severely injured, and even the senior jounin were reduced to mere scraps. Flow Master was the first to react—he dove beneath the low table, which absorbed much of the blast's force. Wails of pain rose all around, yet Qin, the young lord, was still hurling bombs into the sky. The explosion lasted only two minutes, yet the Iga branch was completely reduced to rubble, with only scattered walls and bodies lying scattered everywhere. They were celebrating with a victory toast, with nearly every member of the family present—what a classic case of a complete rout. Isabel was busy, her mission being to target the injured but still alive jounin, successfully eliminating several of them with depleted uranium penetrators. "Who attacked us?" cried the flow master, emerging from beneath the table and shouting loudly, "All the survivors, gather immediately—otherwise we'll be picked off one by one!" This strategy was sound under normal circumstances. Yet they didn't know that their opponent was Qin Feng, a man who never followed conventional patterns. As soon as he noticed the opponents beginning to converge at a single point, he had a plan. He had recently picked up several contaminated warheads in Europe, but had yet to find a suitable opportunity to use them. He tossed a contaminated shuriken, informing Isabella that they were now a bit farther away. Boom... a tremendous explosion erupted, accompanied by a strong radiation wave—while even advanced jounin could endure it for a while, they could not withstand it for life. Everyone, including the stream master, was thrown to the ground, with the three closest to the epicenter—two of whom died and one severely injured. "Who exactly is it that's been targeting our Iga clan?" the stream master said, blood trickling from his lips, shouting toward the sky. To be safe, Qin Feng and Isabella donned radiation suits, hovering in midair together. Qin, the young lord, spoke up: "We've come to eliminate you for two primary reasons: first, because you're from the Sun Country, so you must die; second, because anyone who loves to boast is unworthy of living in this world!" "You... you're a cultivator," the stream master stammered, "isn't it you who crippled the Kaga clan?" "Indeed. I crippled them, which is why I've come to trouble you now." "Qin Shao smiled lightly, saying, 'Now that you know my identity, shall you handle it yourself, or shall I assist you?' Liu Zhu drew his Japanese sword and roared, 'Forget your dreams—I'm going to kill you to avenge our clan!' Qin Feng didn't even feel the need to express his underestimation; he simply charged forward.