Super Ninja

This school’s dojo was different from the previous ones that had either overestimated themselves or clung stubbornly to Bushido. They seemed fully aware of their own weakness, understood the enemy’s strength, and had resolved to fight to the death.

"Then let’s begin." Kyle narrowed his eyes seriously and raised his fists crossed before his chest. Six sharp Dark Claws extended, and the Venom Suit likewise entered its fully covered combat state.

His dark body, as though born purely for battle and slaughter, released a chilling, violent, oppressive aura that filled people with dread.

"All disciples of Hojo Itto-ryu, heed my command! Today, we live and die with this dojo! Fight until the last drop of blood is spilled!" Hojo Maru roared, gripping Muramasa horizontally before him with both hands. Behind him, the swordsmanship disciples also drew their blades with the resolve to die.

"Kill!!" Everyone in the dojo hall growled, raising their swords and charging forward in clacking wooden sandals.

"Come on!" Kyle sneered coldly. He had no intention of dodging. Lowering his body, he burst forward in a sprint and chose to face the many enemies head-on.

He had long grown used to battles where one fought many. To him, it was simply routine.

Kyle accelerated into the crowd of samurai and swiftly raised his right arm to block. Nearly a dozen swords slashed down upon the Vibranium Bracer at once, but its ability to absorb kinetic energy easily intercepted every incoming strike.

He swept his right claws downward and sideways. Several samurai within half a meter of him immediately screamed, clutching their spurting stomach wounds as they stumbled backward and fell.

This was only the beginning of the bloody battle. Soon, more samurai rushed forward to fill the gaps. Several Japanese swords landed on Kyle’s unguarded back, yet they failed to break through the tough protection of the Venom Suit.

Those samurai gaped in horror. The next instant, their bodies were torn apart by claws as though made of paper, flesh and blood spraying everywhere.

Kyle continued fighting as before, ignoring the enemy’s sword attacks. Even when injured, he paid no heed, immersing himself in the slaughter like a monster.

After nearly ten samurai had fallen dead, Hojo Maru, who had been mixed into the battle, finally could not hold back any longer. He shouted, "Now!"

"Hm?" Surrounded by the samurai’s siege, Kyle lifted his scarlet eyes. Just as he was about to search for the dojo master with his gaze, two faint, piercing whistles reached his ears.

Two dart-shaped hidden weapons rapidly enlarged in his vision. Fired from close range, they were even faster than ordinary bullets, shooting accurately and viciously toward his eyes.

Even with Kyle’s Super Soldier reflexes, he could not evade this impossible-to-guard-against hidden weapon attack in time. He could only shut his eyes quickly. The darts struck the Venom-protected eyelids, bringing a subtle numb, stinging sensation.

"Now!"

Hojo Maru and nine samurai, who had been lingering at the rear of the battle and waiting for an opportunity, quickly stepped forward. They erupted with speed far beyond what they had shown before and closed in on the eyes-closed Kyle.

Their movements were swift and powerful. As they swept past Kyle’s sides, one fierce, air-rending slash after another landed, cutting through the outer layer of the Venom Suit and leaving ten thin bloody wounds across his muscular body.

I was careless!

Kyle remained calm with his eyes closed. Sensing the last samurai retreating past his shoulder, he swiftly reached out with his right hand and grabbed the man’s calf. He simply dragged the enemy up, lifted him high, and slammed him down onto the floor with all his strength.

"Sixth Brother!"

"Little Six!"

The other nine, who had retreated to a safe distance after their strike, cried out in alarm.

Kyle, badly injured, opened his crimson eyes and looked down at the groaning young samurai in his grasp. He too wore the black kimono of the dojo school, but the card abilities he possessed were far beyond those of the swordsmanship disciples.

True Assassination Mastery, True Dart Mastery, True Disguise Mastery, Poison Mastery, Stealth Psychology Mastery...

Over twenty Green Ability Cards, all centered around extreme assassination methods. Among them was one particularly conspicuous Blue Ability Card.

Super Ninja: A Super Ninja physique unique to Japanese samurai (an inferior version of Super Soldier). Blue Ability Card.

By continuously injecting various poisons and hormone mixtures into a samurai's body, forcing out the body's potential after enduring inhuman pain, this Super Ninja physique was purchased at the cost of one's lifespan.

The genes within the body were unstable, and the cells would no longer age and die, resulting in traits similar to those of cancer patients.

Granted the strength, speed, and reaction ability of a peak normal human, as well as the limits of human physical endurance and resistance to blows.

Natural lifespan could not exceed fifty years.

"So Japan really does have ninjas. I underestimated you." Kyle sneered. He clamped the captured ninja’s neck beneath his right arm and dragged his injured body upright.

He glanced at the ninja trapped under his arm. The ninja’s resistance to blows was indeed impressive. After that violent slam, he still had consciousness, his dangling feet kicking wildly as he struggled.

Unfortunately, Kyle’s Super Soldier was a higher-tier version of the Super Ninja, and his mutation and evolution were far more perfect. The other man could not budge his power-filled arm in the slightest.

"Boss." The eight nearby ninjas disguised as swordsmanship disciples urgently turned their eyes toward Hojo Maru, their leader, awaiting his command. Hojo Maru coldly shook his head, ignoring the struggling ninja as he held the bloodstained Muramasa and stared icily at Kyle.

"You’re not this place’s original dojo master, are you?" Kyle asked with narrowed eyes.

"The original dojo master died long ago. Everyone here is someone from our Ninja Organization and the military, disguised as dojo members." Hojo Maru said coldly, "You have nowhere to run. Put down Little Six, and I can still let you live long enough to meet His Majesty the Emperor."

"Sorry, I never accept other people’s threats." Kyle chuckled. His right arm tightened with full force, producing a sharp crack as it clamped the ninja’s neck. The ninja struggled slightly, then his neck snapped and his limbs drooped lifelessly.

He released his right arm from the Vibranium Bracer’s protection and casually tossed the ninja’s corpse onto the floor.

"You!" The remaining eight ninjas cried out furiously, but what happened next made their eyes widen in horror.

Kyle stood tall, breathing slightly heavily, while wounds of every size across his body rapidly healed, an utterly bizarre sight.

Hojo Maru, leader of the ninja squad, said as if he had expected it, "Just as the army’s surviving soldiers said. What powerful self-healing ability."

Kyle frowned slightly. Something was wrong. The other side had known about his extraordinary healing ability all along, so why had they stopped attacking after one strike and allowed him to stall for time and recover?

He suddenly sensed something strange in his body. Reaching behind himself with his left hand, he found that the slash wound Hojo Maru had inflicted on his back showed no signs of healing and was still continuously pouring blood.

"This is the Demon Blade Muramasa. One strike is fatal. Any wound it inflicts can never heal and can only bleed the blood from your body dry." Hojo Maru smiled, raising Muramasa, which was stained with sinister blood.

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