295: Chapter 291: Bloody 295: Chapter 291: Bloody The night was thick, and everything around already appeared hazy.
Chen Hai’s courtyard house, with its flowers, trees, and a rockery pavilion stood within it.
Compared to the empty, open ground, the environment within this courtyard was naturally much more complex.
Alert in his heart, Bai Xiaohang, feeling something amiss, subconsciously swept his gaze around, but he didn’t pay much attention to the conditions on the ground.
Of course, his reaction was not at all surprising.
If it had been anyone else here, they too would have looked around and ignored the shadows on the ground.
“What just happened?
Everything around here still looks the same, nothing out of the ordinary!”
“Could it be that I’m being paranoid, overthinking things?”
Bai Xiaohang was doubtful.
After scanning around a few times without finding anything, he retracted his gaze, muttering to himself.
“Clang…” Just as he had let out a sigh of relief, the mass of shadow just a few steps away from him suddenly sprang up from the ground.
Dressed in all black, with only his eyes visible.
The slender figure that the shadow turned into upon leaping, swung its arm, and a dazzling blade’s gleam burst forth under the moonlight, striking directly at Bai Xiaohang’s head.
“Holy shit…” Bai Xiaohang’s expression changed.
The strike was simply too fast and shockingly sudden.
The timing chosen just so happened to be the moment when his guard was momentarily relaxed.
By the time Bai Xiaohang saw the blade’s gleam, it was already above his head, barely more than a foot away from it.
Dodge it?
Even if he were to drop to the ground in a rolling dodge, it was utterly too late.
All he could do in his haste was to raise his arm, attempting to block the descending blade.
“Crack…” With a sound, flesh flew and blood splattered.
The strike was barely blocked by Bai Xiaohang.
It landed on his right forearm, cutting so deep that only after penetrating three inches deep and getting caught on his arm bone could it go no further.
As a naturally mighty warrior, he was of a burly build, his arm muscles far denser than an average person’s.
Furthermore, standing nearly two meters tall, his bones were thicker and much more resilient than that of an ordinary man.
Otherwise, the black shadow’s strike would not have merely lodged in the bone but severed his right forearm completely.
“Japanese…
Ninja…” With eyes bloodshot, Bai Xiaohang erupted in rage.
His right arm was slashed badly, but he clenched his teeth, barely letting out a grunt.
While roaring in anger, he lifted his right foot and fiercely kicked at the black shadow.
This was his first time encountering a ninja.
However, he had definitely seen some TV shows and movies about ninjas.
At times, even pirated Japanese love action movies featured a female lead dressed up as a ninja.
The black shadow that had struck him with a blade, dressed like that and leaping out of a ground shadow to attack him, if not a ninja, then what else could it be?
The black shadow seemed surprised that its strike hadn’t severed Bai Xiaohang’s arm.
Just as it hesitated for a moment, Bai Xiaohang’s foot had already hit its body.
Unfortunately, the thin and small, incredibly agile figure seemed to hardly feel the force.
Bai Xiaohang’s kick sent the shadow flying, but it appeared to merely use the force to its advantage, without sustaining serious damage.
Landing on the ground, the shadow let out a muffled grunt, then rolled.
The next moment, a puff of smoke burst, obscuring its figure.
When the smoke cleared, its presence was gone, its shadow vanished.
As for Bai Xiaohang, his right arm was a mangled mess, blood oozing ceaselessly.
“Three-inch man, come out and face your death!”
“Japanese ninja?
Such a grand title, but besides sneak attacks and ambushes, what else can you do?”
“Master Bai here will stand right here.
If you dare, show yourself and fight me fair and square.”
“Like a rat in a sewer, all you know is to hide and skulk around.
What kind of skill is that!”
“Even if you took one hand from me, Master Bai, I could still strangle you with ease…”
He had already torn off the vest he was wearing on his upper body.
Hastily bandaging his wounded right arm, he grabbed the backrest of a nearby chair with his left hand, his blood-red eyes sweeping back and forth across the ground around him.
Knowing now that Japanese ninjas could be hiding within the ground shadows, he focused on the shadows on the ground around him.
“Bai Xiaohang, the one I’m after is your boss, Chen Hai!”
“You have nothing to do with this, leave now, and I can spare your life.”
Ten meters away, on a patch of lawn, the shadow on the ground twisted slightly.
Then, a figure shrouded in black, with only two eyes visible, emerged from the shadow and appeared before Bai Xiaohang.
As one of the Heng and Ha two generals under Chen Hai, Murakami Taro had naturally provided them with information about Bai Xiaohang.
With Bai Xiaohang’s remarkable physique, he had just stood up, and his identity was immediately recognized by the black-clothed figure.
“Knowing Chen Hai is my boss and still thinking a single sentence will make me leave, who do you think I am, Bai Xiaohang?”
“You want to take down my boss?
Fine!”
“Either you kill me, or I’ll kill you!”
“A bunch of cowards hiding their heads but exposing their tails, have you even looked at what you’re made of?”
“Do you think I, Master Bai, just want to beat you to death and need you to spare my life?”
His face twisted with ferocity, Bai Xiaohang now looked utterly menacing as he glared at the shadow ten meters away and shouted fiercely.
If it weren’t for fear of falling into somebody else’s trap to lure the tiger away from the mountain, he would have already picked up the chair in his hand without another word and charged at the black-clothed figure.
“You people from Yanhuang Country have an old saying, ‘won’t shed tears until you see the coffin,’ Bai Xiaohang, your stubbornness is courting death!”
A mysterious gleam sparkled in the eyes of the black-clothed figure, who then let out a cold snort.
The next moment, behind Bai Xiaohang, another black-clothed figure leaped down from the wall of the Cultivation Room and swung a fierce katana strike towards him.
“Bring it on, I, Master Bai, have been waiting for you!”
“You people from Japan, like jackals, one distracting me and another taking the opportunity to backstab.”
“The tricks you play are exactly the same as the wolves in Pu Songling’s stories!”
This time, as if he had been truly prepared, Bai Xiaohang’s reaction was incredibly fast.
Amidst his maniacal laughter, he spun around, the chair in his hand swinging violently towards the black-clothed figure behind him.
With a “pfft,” the blade split the chair into pieces.
However, after destroying the chair, the strength of the black-clothed figure’s strike was mostly spent.
Bai Xiaohang used his injured right arm as a weapon, allowing the blade to strike his arm.
And in the moment that the blade was caught by the muscles of his arm, he stretched out his left arm and had it locked around the black-clothed figure’s neck.
“Bang, bang, bang…” he followed with several headbutts.
The puny black-clothed figure, no more than one and a half meters tall, appeared like a child before an adult in the presence of Bai Xiaohang; they were simply not in the same league.
Moreover, Bai Xiaohang himself had practiced martial arts from a young age and was a skilled fighter.
If not for that, he wouldn’t have been able to fight against Ding Laosan and his gang by himself, let alone gain the upper hand!
The essence of these black-clothed ninjas lied in their mysterious and unpredictable shinobi techniques.
But with their short stature, like the three-inch man, when it came to withstanding blows and raw strength, they were no match for Bai Xiaohang at all.
Having been seized by Bai Xiaohang and hit hard several times, the black-clothed figure collapsed to the ground, immediately unconscious.
“Damn it, a bunch of useless trash, even failing to deal with a normal person and capsizing in a gutter!”
In a furious scolding, Hirano Keiji, also dressed in black, instantly appeared to Bai Xiaohang’s left.
To deal with a mere commoner, two of his subordinates were enough; he didn’t deem it necessary to act.
As an Upper Ninja, he was barely considered a top-tier existence among the ninja community.
He had come here primarily to confront the Taoism expert that might exist behind Chen Hai, according to Murakami Taro.
But now, even though Bai Xiaohang’s arm was disabled, one of his two subordinates was out cold and at the mercy of others.
If he didn’t show up now, Bai Xiaohang, who had already picked up his subordinate’s katana, might truly drive it straight into that subordinate’s heart.
Compared to his two black-clothed ninjas, Hirano Keiji’s strength was much greater.
Of course, his prowess lay only in his Ninjutsu and Escape Skill, and when it came to absolute strength, he still had a significant gap in comparison to Bai Xiaohang.
Even so, as he personally entered the fray, Bai Xiaohang’s situation suddenly became perilous.
With a single strike, Hirano Keiji’s figure also almost disappeared from view.
Although now armed with a katana, with his right arm disabled and wielding the sword with his left, Bai Xiaohang struggled to fend off Hirano Keiji’s attacks and had hardly any power to fight back.
In just a few breaths’ time, he had been struck by at least a dozen blows.
His body was completely drenched in blood, yet Bai Xiaohang continued to struggle, refusing to let himself fall.