Fujii shouted and lunged at Ye Chen, swinging a fist without a word. His punch whistled through the air, his massive fist hurtling toward Ye Chen's face. Ye Chen curled his lip. "You don't hit a man in the face. Don't you even know that?"
Ye Chen turned slightly. Fujii's fist whooshed past, grazing his clothes. Ye Chen caught his outstretched arm and used its momentum to wrench it hard. With a crack, Fujii's shoulder popped out of its socket.
Pain twisted Fujii's face. He stumbled forward, and Ye Chen pivoted, flicking a finger out like lightning.
One Yang Finger!
A streak of white light flashed past, swift as a meteor. Fujii had no chance to dodge. The back of his head burst open, blood spraying into the air, and he died on the spot.
At such close range, with a technique as powerful as One Yang Finger, almost no one could have dodged it.
Hiss!
Fujii had barely begun fighting before he was killed. Tokugawa Yoshiyasu sucked in a sharp breath. He looked at Ye Chen in fear, unable to keep his composure.
"Get him!"
At Tokugawa Yoshiyasu's signal, five high-ranking ninjas rushed forward and surrounded Ye Chen.
Ye Chen remained perfectly calm. He beckoned to them. "Come at me together!"
The five ninjas drew their weapons at once. Some held short swords, others held daggers, and still others held throwing darts.
They exchanged glances and struck together. In an instant, a deadly net closed around Ye Chen. Danger pressed in from every side. Fast and perfectly coordinated, the five ninjas cut off every path of retreat.
Ye Chen showed no hurry. He spun, his hands moving so fast it seemed as though one man had become two, with twice as many arms.
Left-Right Technique!
Smack, smack, smack, smack!