Ten Deaths, No Life

"This is truly helpless."

Young Bro sighed, "I admired your character and wanted to recruit you, but once you accepted my recruitment, your character would no longer be worthy of my admiration."

"Precisely."

"But if a person can live, it is ultimately a cause for celebration. Life is so precious and beautiful. To survive, you must give up something, such as my admiration for you."

Uchiha Jiang Feng chuckled, "If I don't agree, you're going to kill me."

"Not kill you, but kill all of you." Young Bro raised his finger, pointing at the faces of Jiang Feng, Tsunade, and the others. "I didn't bring so many people deep into the Land of Fire just to chat with you."

He paused, then added, "This is also out of respect for you."

If two years ago Bro merely appreciated Jiang Feng, now he respected him. Because Jiang Feng had fulfilled the talent that once impressed Bro, growing into a powerhouse capable of fighting him. Being able to eliminate a young Konoha genius before the war began was of great significance.

"You seem very confident, confident that you can keep us here."

"Shouldn't I be confident?" Young Bro pointed to the nearly a hundred experts surrounding them. "Every one of them is an elite I handpicked from tens of thousands of Kumogakure ninjas to kill Tsunade. There are Taijutsu ninjas to engage Tsunade in close combat, ninjutsu specialists for ranged suppression, Speed Type Ninjas for tracking and sealing, and sealing jutsu users... Even the Third Generation Hokage would die here if he stepped into this meticulously prepared Heavenly Net."

"Does your Heavenly Net include them?" Tsunade's face was pale as she coldly stared at Young Bro.

"Them? Oh, you mean those people from the Rain Country." Young Bro was taken aback, then sneered contemptuously, "As expected of an Angel of White, I never imagined that Tsunade, who strikes fear into the hearts of the Rain Country people, would possess such a benevolent heart."

To the people of Konoha, Tsunade was an Angel of White. To the people of the Rain Country, Tsunade was no different from the God of Death.

Tsunade merely stared coldly at Young Bro, hoping for an answer.

"It was merely a coincidence. We have been planning this assassination of Tsunade for a long time. Not long ago, we discovered a group in Tanzaku Town intending to assassinate Tsunade. The Advisors keenly realized that we could use them to lull Tsunade's guard."

No one expected that this casual arrangement would actually be so effective, turning the legendary Sannin Tsunade into a cripple.

Young Bro shook his head, unsure if he was lamenting not Ganking Tsunade sooner or the resources expended this time.

However, even though Tsunade was crippled, Jiang Feng's strength was even greater than anticipated, so the meticulous plan was not entirely wasted.

Tsunade's mood was very complicated.

Good news: the beautiful girls were not bewitched. Bad news: the beautiful girls genuinely wanted to kill her.

Young Asuma grumbled, "A bunch of brutes who only know how to train their muscles actually came up with such a vicious scheme."

"Kid, you're making personal attacks right now."

Young Bro glared at Asuma, "Who told you that we in Kumogakure only know how to train our muscles?"

Jiang Feng sighed, "Whoever thinks the people of Kumogakure are brainless idiots is the real idiot."

Having read the original story, Jiang Feng knew deeply how cunning the people of Kumogakure were. In a sense, Kumogakure was his favorite ninja village.

United, clear goals, strong execution, keen insight... apart from lacking the Protagonist Halo, Kumogakure was practically flawless.

Before the Third Raikage died, Kumogakure, due to internal sealing jutsu and unstable Jinchuriki, had plotted to kidnap Kushina Uzumaki.

In the early days of the Fourth Raikage, Kumogakure keenly seized the period of pain after Konoha's Nine-Tails' Rampage, kidnapping Hinata during the peace ceremony. After failing, they even managed to shift the blame and force Konoha to admit fault.

During the Fourth Great Ninja War, the seemingly impulsive and violent Fourth Raikage, Bro, displayed extraordinary leadership and calm decision-making abilities while serving as the Supreme Commander of the Shinobi Alliance.

How could such a group of people be brainless brutes? In terms of strategy and planning, Kumogakure might even be superior to Konoha.

"That's right, whoever thinks we are idiots is the real idiot."

Young Bro sneered and said to Jiang Feng, "Enough said, you can draw your sword now."

Boundless killing intent surged into the sky. Nearly a hundred Kumogakure experts also tensed up, their dense killing intent merging together, almost suffocating Kurenai Yuhi.

Experiencing such a grand scene for the first time, the two youngsters Asuma and Kurenai Yuhi trembled even more.

Five against a hundred, with two rookies and one burden on this side, and every single one of them an Elite with a great master on the other side. Who wouldn't panic?

No matter how you looked at it, this was a desperate situation with no chance of survival.

But Jiang Feng didn't panic; he could even calmly think.

Why did Young Bro tell him to draw his sword?

Because his strength was great, his reputation was widespread. His Heavenly Flying Immortal technique, if not known by everyone in the ninja world, was at least somewhat famous.

Furthermore, because he wanted to establish an image of an ethereal swordsman, he had always been known to the world for his exquisite swordsmanship.

With over a thousand years of Internal Energy and the physique of a super ninja, Jiang Feng, who had mastered countless martial arts, found little difference between using his fingers, fists and feet, or a sword. In fact, he was even stronger when fighting bare-handed.

But others didn't know that. The Young Bro didn't know.

They would only think that Jiang Feng, known for his Swordsmanship, could fight the Young Bro for dozens of rounds using only his Finger Technique. His famed Swordsmanship would surely be even more terrifying.

Therefore, this sword must not be drawn.

As long as he didn't draw his sword, he could keep the Young Bro hesitant. Even a little bit was a precious psychological advantage.

Jiang Feng shook his head. "I won't draw my sword."

"Why won't you draw your sword?" The Young Bro raised an eyebrow.

"Because your skin is too dark."

"My skin is dark, what does that have to do with you drawing your sword?"

"It has a lot to do with it."

A strange light suddenly appeared in Jiang Feng's eyes, emanating a strong Aura of Intimidation from within.

"When you stab your sword into someone's throat, and see the blood splash beneath your blade, if you can see the magnificent splendor of that moment, you will know that no beauty can compare.

Your throat isn't white enough, and naturally, the blood flowers blooming from your throat won't be beautiful enough."

The Young Bro was stunned. Jiang Feng's conviction was too strong, his Aura of Intimidation too potent.

So potent that the Young Bro, knowing full well Jiang Feng must have other reasons for not drawing his sword, couldn't help but believe some of Jiang Feng's words: perhaps it was truly because he wasn't white enough that the other party was unwilling to draw his sword.