"Hahaha! I've never been afraid of anyone in close combat! Samurai of the Shinobi World, follow me!" Mifune Hisashi shouted under the cover of his guards.
"Fire from your positions!" His opponents had no intention of playing fair.
"Hmph, nothing but cheap tricks. Everyone, activate your Chakra Armor and Tachi!"
With chakra cushioning the impacts, ordinary bullets could not penetrate their armor directly. Wings sprouted from the samurai's backs, and they actually took flight!
They charged forward at incredible speed.
"This is bad! They can do that too? Quick, get the heavy machine guns!" Star Chicken shouted.
"Ah! Have you all gone mad?" Merciless bullets were its only answer.
Fortunately, a guard chicken pushed it aside in time, and the bullet only struck its kidney.
"Execute plan B!" Plum Big Chicken ordered calmly.
At the same time, the traitors firing on their own comrades were sniped down one by one.
The sniper chickens inside that building had been protected by its personal guard chickens. That was how they had escaped and executed the traitors.
But the shadows of those fallen "traitors" suddenly stirred, and a person emerged from them.
"Kill him, quick!"
Unfortunately for them, the samurai of the Shinobi World had already arrived. They fired their guns while moving through the air, rapidly closing the distance.
By the time their ammunition ran out, they were right in front of the enemy. Their swords rose and fell, cutting down the Pot Chickens.
"Return fire!" War Chicken led a group in shooting back.
Rat-tat-tat! The strange energy coating the armor stopped every bullet.
"I am Mifune Hisashi of the Ten Thousand Worlds Ninja Nation. I specialize in the uchigatana. Please show me your skill!" Only when Star Chicken turned around did it realize that the enemy leader had already flown up before Big Chicken and was saying something it could not understand.
The answer came with a pull of the trigger. Bang! Chakra deflected the bullet.
"His Majesty has decreed-all Pot Chickens we encounter shall face judgment!" Mifune Hisashi charged forward.
"Don't even think about it!" Three guard chickens beside Plum Big Chicken suddenly rushed to intercept him.
One fell in their very first exchange.
At that moment, a lock of Mifune's hair was also severed.
"Oh? Without my Chakra Armor protecting me, the outcome might have been uncertain." As he spoke, he unleashed his secret technique-Shadow Dance Style: Three-Leaf Slash!
The two chickens' heads were severed on the spot.
Then blood sprayed from Plum Big Chicken, and it fell, never to rise again.
With Mifune Hisashi cutting down the enemy leader, this somewhat eventful battle came to a definitive end.
While the victorious samurai of the Shinobi World were wiping out the Pot Chickens, Tetsuhiro and Madara were ready at the northern edge of Pot Chicken's territory...
"I've waited long enough."
"Three, two, one, go!" At the final second of Madara's countdown, both men flew at full speed.
They headed toward their destinations almost simultaneously, matching each other's speed.
"Idiot, who would waste time dealing with them one by one?" Madara's lips curled upward, and he formed three hand seals.
Wood Release: Wood Clone Technique!
Nine clones swiftly ran off in different directions.
"It's just a shame Limbo: Border Jail has so many restrictions."
Tetsuhiro had also thought of using clones, but he had a dear younger brother who loved inventing things.
"I can't learn Flying Thunder God, but surely I can learn the other techniques? I've used this one before. That brat Madara hasn't forgotten, has he?"
I'm going to win!
Wood Release: Multiple Shadow Clone Technique!
All fifty wood clones scattered. Just as he was about to head to the Dragon Grounds,
flames suddenly rose around him, trapping him.
Golden light flashed. When he opened his eyes again, he was actually surrounded by chickens inside a separate space?!
"This brat deliberately violated the rules of cultivators. He must be executed!"
"Execute him! Execute him!" The Pot Chickens in ancient robes shouted in unison.
Tetsuhiro did not need anyone to explain what was happening.
"So you're the hidden mysterious force. Perfect, I'll wipe you all out at once! It's been a long time since I used this move."
Sage Art-Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!
The thousand-armed Buddha descended once more, blotting out the sky!
Though shocked by Tetsuhiro's strength, they still chose to resist!
"Everyone, unleash the formation at full power!" The bald chicken leading them pressed its palms together and roared, "Slay the demon for our nation! Kill!"
Tetsuhiro sent countless fists crashing down as well.
Sage Art: Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!
A tremendous explosion rang out within the golden alternate space.
As it shook violently, cracks spread through the space inch by inch...
"Demon, if we die, you're coming with us!"
The bald chicken grabbed Tetsuhiro's foot, trying to drag him into a spatial rift with it!
Tetsuhiro activated his Tenseigan, instantly sending his opponent flying...
Finally, the alternate space could bear no more and shattered with a crash. The Pot Chickens were instantly swept into the pitch-black rifts.
Am I going to die again?! No, I can't. There's still so much I haven't done! Blue chakra instantly enveloped him.
Tenseigan Chakra Mode-activate!
Empowered by the mode, Tetsuhiro shot toward the location he sensed through space.
The sound of shattering came from the spot where Tetsuhiro had originally stood.
A rift opened, and Tetsuhiro swiftly darted through.
"Whew, whew..." He let out two heavy breaths.
Only then did Madara return. "What just happened? Your presence suddenly vanished."
"Here's what happened...
"So you need to be careful too."
"Hmph! They dare scheme against us? Looks like we need to turn up the pressure. I've decided not to hold back!" Madara revealed his Five-Tomoe Rinnegan, turned, and vanished again.
Clap, clap! As Tetsuhiro clapped his hands, the Covert Operations Squad appeared beside him.
"Tell Tobirama and the others what happened here. Have them stay alert and speed up their efforts to understand this world, especially its Mythic Martial Artists."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
After thinking where he stood for a while, Tetsuhiro decided to continue on to the Dragon Grounds.
Tetsuhiro headed straight north...
From what he observed, this place was nothing like the Dragon Nation he remembered. It was more like an age of powerful martial artists.
Its whole appearance was completely different from the Pot Chickens' territory too. These were all actual humans!
Far-Sight Eye, activate!
In a distant town, people running across rooftops and walls were everywhere. Martial artists could casually smash wooden posts, while sword cultivators could easily cleave trees with the sword energy from a full-strength swing.
He picked out a town and quickly flew toward it.
Tap! He spotted a little boy being beaten by a group of adults.
"Stop!"
"Who the hell are y-" They turned and saw that Tetsuhiro could hover in the air. All of them dropped to their knees and begged for mercy. "My lord, we were out of line! May we ask what relation he is to you?"
"What? Do I need to explain myself to you?"
"No, no. I just need something to report when I return."
"Get lost! Another word, and I'll bury all of you here!"
"Ah? Yes, yes! We'll leave at once." Their leader secretly studied Tetsuhiro, then respectfully led his men in a slow retreat.
"Innate lord, have you also come to ask where the secret manual is?" The black-haired little boy curled up on the ground and asked weakly.
Seeing his ragged clothes, bruised face, and swollen nose, yet the bright light in his eyes, Tetsuhiro asked curiously, "Little one, aren't you afraid of me?"
"You're different from them-from everyone. You don't have any malice in you either."
"Hehe, good boy. My name is Li Tetsuhiro. Can you tell your uncle everything about this place? And why were they beating you?"
"Innate lord, do you really not know anything?" He gave Tetsuhiro a doubtful look and slowly stood up.
Ignoring the boy's struggles, Tetsuhiro quickly stepped forward and grabbed him.
"What are you doing?"
"Healing you." He transferred a tiny amount of yang power into the boy.
"Huh? It doesn't hurt anymore?" He danced about in delight. After a while, he gathered his thoughts.
"Innate lord, here's what happened..."
Only after hearing the boy's account did Tetsuhiro understand. This truly was not the Dragon Nation. There were no dynasties; this land was ruled by the Martial Arts Alliance Leader—Long Xiaotian.
The various gangs and sects of the martial world constantly competed behind the scenes, even attacking one another.
That was how the Pot Chickens had seized the opportunity to launch a war. In fact, without the advantage of superior weapons, that flock of chickens could never have gained the upper hand!
The boy called him an Innate lord because, in this world, only the very strongest martial artists-those in the Innate Realm-could hover in the air.
At present, only a handful of people in the world had reached that rank...
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