novelraw Chapter 1421 732: The Three-Man Team's Tracks
Chapter 1421 732: The Three-Man Team's Tracks
For Wang Daoxuan and his companions, the Japanese were not unfamiliar.
During the Battle of Luoyang, Japanese forces infiltrated Baima Temple and disguised as the Maitreya Sect in a plot to cause destruction and assist Ghost Emperor Xuan Mo.
Outside the Imperial Palace, an old Japanese monk performed the shikigami "Blue Lantern Maiden, Nightmare of the Hundred Tales" at the City God Temple, while arrogantly claiming it to be the Summoning Gods Skill, only to be mocked by Yin Jiuge.
Though it was eventually broken, Yin Jiuge was seriously injured and completely withdrew from the pugilistic world.
In summary, the mystical sect technique system of Japan has been heavily influenced by the Central Plains.
Yin Yang Dao originates from the Pre-Qin Yin Yang Five Elements theory, many ninja techniques derive from Taoist Escape Techniques, and ninja clans like the Hattori Hanzo family have their ancestral home in Min State.
But due to regional customs, they have taken a different path.
One that is more sinister and ruthless, with great expertise in ghost control.
With Wang Daoxuan's Dao, they can naturally handle it easily.
However, the attacks were not just a single wave.
Just as Wang Daoxuan neutralized a hidden weapon sneak attack—
"Pop!" a muffled, light sound was heard.
The soft mud beneath his feet suddenly collapsed and softened without any warning.
A massive and sticky suction instantly wrapped around his legs.
The mud seemed to come alive.
Ninja Technique: Earth Escape - Swamp Bind!
"Trivial trick!"
Wang Daoxuan remained calm, forming a mantra with his left hand, and with a sharp point downwards from his right, a Yellow Talisman, clutched between his fingers without notice, shot into the sludge!
"Suppress!"
The talisman sank into the mire, instantly igniting.
A bone-chilling cold erupted abruptly.
Crack… crackle!
The originally sticky, squirming mud's surface, at a speed visible to the naked eye, formed a layer of frost, followed by cracks.
Wang Daoxuan lifted his leg, and the frozen mud fell away with a crash.
All of this happened in a short span of time.
Neither Lv San nor Wu Ba came to assist.
Firstly, they knew these means could not harm Wang Daoxuan.
Secondly, the true attack was yet to come!
"Over there!"
A hissing sound of a venomous snake came from the grass, and Lv San immediately flung a steel cone.
As the steel cone embedded into the thicket, a sudden flash of blades knocked it away.
"Roar!"
Wu Ba roared, like thunder on flat ground!
He leapt out abruptly, his massive body carrying the sound of wind.
In mid-air, his giant fan-like palm clenched tightly, the specially-made steel fist glove dropped from his arm guard, and with explosive force, it was thrust out fiercely.
Even before the fist landed, the grass was bent by the wind.
Sure enough, two ninjas were hiding within.
A shadow, almost merging with the darkness of night in the rain mist, slipped along the inside of Wu Ba's thick arm like a slippery water snake.
Like a venomous snake climbing up a pole.
A short blade in the shadow's hand flashed with a cold light, a sharp shuriken, about a foot long, with an edge glistening a ghostly blue, silently slashed toward Wu Ba's flank.
This was ninja assassination technique.
Having such expertise, plainly made this ninja a master among them.
"Get lost!" Wu Ba grunted in a low voice, his muscles swelling instantly.
He didn't dodge, tightening his lower abdomen and thrusting his elbow like a battering ram.
Wu Family's Eight Extremes explosive force, close-quarters body strike!
Boom!
The furious burst of Gang Qi and strength erupted.
Flesh and blood splattered, the ninja was forcibly torn into two pieces.
However, the hidden attackers were not just one.
As the first ninja lunged out, another shadow leaped off his back into the air like an upside-down demon bat, diving down without warning.
In mid-air, he rapidly spun and swung his arms.
"Buzzing—!"
A dense shower of poison needles, shimmering a ghostly blue, were tossed out like a storm.
The attack's range was vast, covering Wu Ba, Wang Daoxuan beneath, and Lv San slightly further back.
Ninja Technique: Stormy Rain Thousand Needles!
The coordination between the two was seamless.
Yet, they clearly underestimated their capabilities.
Lv San sidestepped forward, flicked his cloak, maneuvering his power in a clever technique, spinning it like an umbrella.
The steel needles shot towards the two were deflected entirely.
As for Wu Ba, his body suddenly lowered, muscles rose once again, a torrent of Gang Qi flowed around him, like an iron Vajra in a temple, his skin even shone with a metallic sheen.
Huaguang Martial Arts·Secret Strike.
Clang, clang, clang!
A series of rapid, precise sounds, all poison needles were repelled.
The ninja in the air, eyes filled with fear, evidently had never seen such a method.
He forcefully twisted his body, flung, and the shuriken with steel wire whistled out, embedding itself on a tree opposite, as he attempted to change direction in the air to escape.
But Wu Ba's attack was also just beginning.
His left fist with the Baji Hammer technique shot out forcefully, like flames burning the sky.
Another muffled sound, this ninja too was shattered into pieces.
Retracting his fist, Wu Ba chuckled quietly, "Trash~"
And behind, Lv San remained expressionless, his gaze sweeping over the depths of the thicket, frowning, "There seems to be one more, who's already fled, utilizing Escape Technique to hide scent with rain."
Wang Daoxuan slightly shook his head, "It's a pity, we didn't catch a single tongue."
Saying this, he looked toward the cave within the thicket, "Let's move faster, these Japanese people are likely the batch that infiltrated the city to create chaos, this matter is not simple."
"Let's go!"
Gazing at the dark entrance, Lv San unhesitatingly crawled inside, the Little White Fox, sniffing, taking a step ahead to scout, Wang Daoxuan and Wu Ba followed closely.
The tunnel was narrow and deep, with a scent of earth and rusty decay assailing the senses.
The air was stuffy and damp, each step needed to be steady on the slippery moss.
Water from the rain seeped through the entry, pooling coldly in low areas.
Proceeding over a dozen yards, with the faint glow of a torch, the path ahead suddenly opened up.
You could see a brick and stone corridor wide enough for two people to walk side by side stretching into the darkness, the ground paved with neat stone slabs, the walls built with massive stones at the base, the arched ceiling though cracked in many places remained solid.