"Dark Rat"—Dong Zeichiro.
Born into a prestigious ninja family in the Nisang Empire, he was hailed as the most talented new-generation ninja in fifty years.
At just over ten years old, he was sent to the World Government for physical fitness and actual combat testing, and was immediately selected for training among the top elites.
At the age of twenty-one, after passing the relevant assessments, he received unanimous approval from the higher-ups to become one of the "Eight Beasts."
The word most often used to describe Dong Zeichiro was "masterful."
Unfortunately...
Bang!
His homemade shuriken were used up, and every available tool had been exhausted. The Blue Quality "Fine Katana" was knocked from his hand and went flying into the river.
Many people might wonder why Dong Zeichiro did not simply jump into the river and escape... However, with A Qin, who could control water, present, fleeing through the river was truly an unwise choice.
What Dong Zeichiro found unbelievable was this.
That heavy gun, which looked incredibly cumbersome, was actually being swung by Yu Jing at a speed no slower than his own katana slashes.
By contrast, the two were on entirely different levels when it came to strength.
It was not that Dong Zeichiro had made a mistake. His opponent was simply too powerful.
Yu Jing swept his heavy gun across, while Dong Zeichiro attempted to leap over it. Perhaps because of the invisible pressure, his speed was half a beat too slow.
His legs were struck by the long gun. It was like being hit by a thousand-kilogram iron rod. His lower body was shattered, and he crashed heavily against one side of the bridge, both legs completely crippled and leaving him unable to move.
"Why?"
"Hm?" Yu Jing, the heavy gun pointed at Dong Zeichiro's head,