296: Chapter 292: Blade Sealing Technique 296: Chapter 292: Blade Sealing Technique His right arm was completely useless, and Bai Xiaohang’s front and back were covered in gruesome wounds.
He looked entirely like a blood-soaked figure.
The katana he had picked up from the ground remained in his left hand.
As a regular person, he was no left-handed individual.
In terms of dexterity, his left hand was far inferior to his right.
Due to the excessive blood loss, his vision was blurred, and he saw double.
The katana in his hand was swinging wildly without precision.
It was merely a subconscious reaction; whether he could hit anyone was as likely as a blind cat running into a dead mouse!
As an Upper Ninja, Hirano Keiji’s power was as different as heaven and earth compared to his two subordinates.
The brilliance of his blade shone so bright that not even his shadow could be seen, and where he was hiding was a mystery!
Bai Xiaohang’s martial prowess, if facing mere mortals, would have allowed him to fight a group single-handedly.
But facing a ninja like Hirano Keiji, who possessed some transcendent abilities, Bai Xiaohang couldn’t even pinpoint his opponent’s location.
In such a situation, other than passively taking hits, he could only try to protect vital spots with the katana in his hand.
“Bai Xiaohang, why bother with this?”
“We already told you, this has nothing to do with you.
If you had the sense to leave earlier, we would have spared you!”
“But what did you do?
You ignored our kindness and insisted on opposing us.”
“Now look at you, your life has been sliced away.
To be blunt, all this tragedy is your own doing!”
“Our boss never leaves survivors.
Be smart and kneel to beg for mercy, and maybe, just maybe, you might escape death!”
…
Among Hirano Keiji’s two middle-ranked ninjas, one was already unconscious.
The other black-clothed ninja had revealed himself before and had not continued to hide.
A dozen or so steps away, he always stayed close, supporting Hirano Keiji from a distance.
Whether the words he spoke came from his heart or were meant to disturb Bai Xiaohang’s mind, only he himself knew.
“I, Bai Xiaohang, would rather die standing than live on my knees.”
“I’ll crush you sneaky curs with one slap.
Think I’ll kneel and beg for mercy?
Dream on!”
“Let me tell you, if you want to take on our boss, you’ll have to kill me and step over my dead body…”
Bai Xiaohang’s face twisted fiercely as he roared with rage.
As he spoke, another slash of his blade came from his left, cutting across his left leg.
Flesh and blood flew, and the white of the bone in his grotesque wound was faintly visible.
Bai Xiaohang stumbled and fell to the ground.
With his right arm gone and his left leg sustaining such horrific injuries, he sat on the ground, unable to even stand.
Even so, the katana in his left hand kept slashing wildly.
He knew full well that his actions were futile, unlikely to hit the ninja who appeared and vanished like a ghost, whose shadow couldn’t even be seen.
But he continued to fight, simply to tell these two men from Japan that as long as he was alive, Bai Xiaohang would never give up resistance!
“Stubborn Yanhuang people.
Chen Hai is just your boss, and you’ve only been with him for a little over a year.”
“Why throw away your life for such a person?”
A deep sigh came, and Hirano Keiji, whose presence had been undetectable, slowly appeared six or seven meters away from Bai Xiaohang.
The Japanese honor the spirit of the warrior, especially for a ninja like him.
Although Hirano Keiji said this, deep down, he actually held some respect for Bai Xiaohang’s determination to fight to the death.
“There are deaths light as a feather, and others heavy as Mount Tai.”
“You Japanese prioritize petty formalities over grand principles.
What is righteousness and loyalty?
You know nothing!”
“I’m hanging on by my last breath.
Come closer, strike me a few more times.
Once I bite the dust, nobody will stand in your way to face my boss…”
His face full of ferocity, Bai Xiaohang glared at Hirano Keiji a few meters away, teeth clenched, as he spoke.
Whether his words were true or false, only he knew.
But given his expression, if Hirano Keiji dared to approach without any caution, even incapable of movement, Bai Xiaohang would probably still try to bite him.
“I respect you for being a man’s man.
Out of respect for you, I’ll leave your body intact…”
With an offhand remark and a faint smile, Hirano Keiji spoke lightly.
He wouldn’t be so foolish as to boldly approach Bai Xiaohang.
Upon finishing his words, Chen Hai’s body twisted and lurched as though he intended to vanish once more.
“Creak…
creak…” From behind Bai Xiaohang, suddenly came a soft sound.
The heavy door of the Cultivation Room opened slowly, inch by inch.
Just having awoken from his coma, Chen Hai, sensing something amiss outside, struggled to walk out.
His face was still ashen, devoid of any trace of blood color.
Merely pushing open the door to the Cultivation Room seemed to be an immense effort for him.
He staggered as he walked, as if he could fall at any moment.
Expressionless, Chen Hai scanned Hirano Keiji and his companions, his gaze finally settling on Bai Xiaohang.
“Xiaohang, how are you holding up?
Can you still bear it?” Chen Hai inquired with concern, stumbling over to Bai Xiaohang to check on his injuries.
“Boss, you finally came out!”
“I didn’t let you down; they haven’t shamed me.
I’ve been here guarding the place, and until now, those guys from Japan haven’t made it past the Cultivation Room!”
“I feel like I can’t hold on much longer, boss…
could you light a cigarette for me…”
Seeing Chen Hai, Bai Xiaohang showed a relieved expression, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
But as soon as he exhaled, the fierce look on his face disappeared as he sat on the ground, still brandishing the katana.
He now couldn’t control himself and simply slumped to the ground.
Even now, in such a dire state, the guy still didn’t forget to extend two fingers, asking Chen Hai for a cigarette.
Chen Hai always carried cigarettes with him.
He quickly pulled one out, lit it without delay, and then gingerly placed it in Bai Xiaohang’s mouth.
“Cough cough cough…” Bai Xiaohang seemed to enjoy a few puffs.
But a moment later, he began to cough violently, expelling not phlegm, but mouthfuls of dirty blood.
“Bear with it for a bit; I’ll help you with your injuries!”
“With me here, as long as you still breathe, no one can take your life.”
“Because…
I won’t allow it…”
As Chen Hai spoke, his hands were not idle.
His left hand formed the Master Jue, placing it slightly in front of his left waist, while his right hand formed the sword jue, held up in front of his chest.
He then used the sword jue to draw a Spirit Map, a ‘Kan’ (Earth) character above and below.
Next, to the right of the Kan character, he wrote “cun” (inch), and while drawing the vertical stroke of the character, he made a clockwise circle, finishing with a dot in the center of the “cun.”
“The rising sun reveals a hint of red, holding a golden whip, I ride the dragon backwards, with one gulp I drink the Yangtze dry, my disciple’s blood will not flow in continuation.”
Chen Hai mentally recited the incantation related to the technique as he performed these hand gestures.
This technique was known as the Blade Sealing Technique.
It was a minor spell recorded in the Little Five Thunder Skill.
This Dharma Method served to stop bleeding and seal wounds.
In earlier years, this method was widely spread.
Performers who would do sword walking or climb ‘sword mountains’ used it as an aid.
Compared to the Five Thunder Skill, the Blade Sealing Technique was much simpler.
However, because the technique was not directly usable in combat, Chen Hai saw it as somewhat superfluous and, after briefly practicing it, disregarded it.
Now, it seemed that the Blade Sealing Technique, when used in the right situation, was extremely effective.
The ghastly cuts on Bai Xiaohang’s body were, in just a moment, sprouting granulation tissue and beginning to scab over.
Perhaps it was because Chen Hai, a cultivator in the Object Controlling Realm with high-level mana, could make such an insignificant spell showcase extraordinary effects.
“You’re Chen Hai?
Even the Onmyoji of our great Japan have died because of you.”
“I thought you would have three heads and six arms, but it turns out you’re just a sickly weakling who can barely walk!”
“To think that I, an Upper Ninja, would have to dirty my hands with someone like you, this is an utter disgrace.”
“Uchida-kun, attack, kill the two of them…”
Hirano Keiji, who was about to blend into the void, momentarily paused in place upon seeing Chen Hai emerge from the Cultivation Room.
After observing Chen Hai’s deathly pale face and surveying him up and down, a profound disdain flickered across Hirano Keiji’s face.
Given his worldly experience, he could tell that Chen Hai was severely unwell, faring much worse than an ordinary person.
As one of the top ninjas, Hirano Keiji found little excitement in engaging someone who struggled even to walk.
Of course, his order for his subordinate, Uchida-kun, to act, might also be because he was waiting for the possible appearance of a highly skilled person behind Chen Hai.
After all, Hirano Keiji relished in the defeat of the mighty!
Following Hirano Keiji’s command, Uchida-kun, the man referred to as such, nodded.
A plume of smoke rose, and he merged into the shadows, vanishing into thin air.