Chương 14: Evil

"Wait!" Seeing the tense atmosphere, Huan couldn't sit still any longer. She immediately ran to the center of the two, spread her arms, and shouted, "Gentlemen, now is not the time for infighting!"

Jieluo's scarlet eyes fell on Huan, her gaze indifferent.

This woman is very smart, but sometimes she can be quite foolish.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jie Luo's spear transformed into a long whip, shooting out at lightning speed. Covering a distance of about ten meters, the thick shaft of the spear slammed into Huan's abdomen. Instantly, Huan was lifted off the ground. With a muffled groan from the heavy blow, Huan's figure disappeared from the scene, plunging headfirst into the dense forest to the side.

"Now you should be sober," Jieluo said, looking at the man opposite her.

Wang Yuexian's pupils contracted slightly.

What was that attack? I couldn't see it at all, I couldn't see anything at all. Even if I secretly used a secret technique, I couldn't detect the invisible thing that attacked.

There were no hand seals, no signs of attack, no fluctuations in chakra, and not even the sound of wind cutting through the air.

No, there is a sound, but it's very faint.

If you don't listen carefully, it's easy to miss it.

"That just now..." Mochizuki Gen said, "Was that a sword? It was a beautiful swinging sound. In the entire history of the Kusanagi clan, your swordsmanship is enough to rank in the top three."

The ability to suppress the sound of a sword strike to this level cannot be simply explained by swordsmanship.

"With the Invisible Blade, your swordsmanship is truly dangerous."

"Who knows?" Jie Luo said with a light smile.

"Maybe it's a sword, maybe a gun, or something else."

Because he comes from the Kusanagi clan, he is considered a sword, but by becoming invisible, he makes it impossible for the opponent to identify what kind of weapon he is, thus making it impossible for the opponent to judge the distance and trajectory of the attack.

From the nearby bushes, clutching her stomach, Huan staggered out.

The intensity is just right; it leaves you dazed but not brain-damaged.

With tears in her eyes, she glanced at Jieluo with a pitiful expression, then plopped down under a tree, muttering to herself, "What a heartless woman." All the effort she had put into improving their relationship today had been for nothing.

Seeing that Gen wasn't seriously injured, Mochizuki Gen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's a terrible disadvantage to have to estimate the length, width, and height of a weapon. I'm currently within your range, and most ninjas probably haven't realized this fatal problem."

The two were in a small clearing in the woods, no more than 30 meters apart as the crow flies.

"So, you're just going to go empty-handed and not take out your weapon?" Jie Luo said with a slight smile.

"I'd rather you could block a blow or two."

Mochizuki Gen shook his head and said, "I am not good at swordsmanship, but I am somewhat skilled in hand-to-hand combat."

"Oh?" Jieluo placed his hand on the hilt of Hongxia's sword, tilted his head slightly to look at the other side, and smiled, "They're here."

Wang Yuexian narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly, a strong glint appeared in his eyes.

Eye technique?

As she was thinking this, Jieluo launched her attack. Sixteen sharp spears shot out from around her at the same time, like lurking venomous snakes, silently shooting into the air. They changed direction in mid-air and suddenly fell downwards, enveloping the area around Wangyuexian's head and body.

Since it is perceived as a sword, one will subconsciously assume that the attack will come from the front, not from above.

Jieluo, a treacherous woman.

In an instant, sixteen sounds pierced through the earth and stone in one breath, Jie Luo's spear fell to the ground, and dust rose.

Huan's heart tightened, and he looked into the arena. He saw sixteen holes, each about the size of a bowl, exposed around Wang Yuexian. Wang Yuexian was surrounded by these holes, her eyes gleaming, and she was completely unharmed.

Did it miss? Huan wondered.

"What is this?" Jieluo turned her head to look at Wangyue Xian, who stood calmly and composed.

It should have hit, but the attack seems to have been completely deflected.

"Interesting." Jieluo chuckled softly, and the hair that had transformed into a spear retracted to her side.

"A gun?" Looking at the weapon, its outline barely visible through the mud, Mochizuki Gen said, "No matter what kind of attack it is, it's ineffective against me. You can't defeat me with just swordsmanship or spearmanship."

Jieluo was certain that during the attack, the opponent had not made any special moves, or rather, had not moved at all.

His hair transformed into scythes that floated beside him.

Mochizuki Gen said, "Let's end this sparring session here, shall we?"

"You are the arrogant one, senior," Jieluo said.

As soon as he finished speaking, sixteen scythes were swung out in unison, instantly enveloping the opponent and leaving no room for evasion. As the scythes danced wildly and slashed out, the blades transformed into a continuous tidal wave, wave after wave of blade momentum, slashing down relentlessly.

In the illusion's eyes, a frenzied, invisible slash bloomed in mid-air, with a continuous series of sharp whistling sounds filling the air. One after another, ferocious slashes, centered on the Moonbeam String, continuously crisscrossed and bloomed on the ground, with earth and stones flying amidst the booming sounds of the slashes hitting the earth.

Such an offensive is enough to chop a person into mincemeat.

Amidst this frenzied dance of blades, what was most astonishing was that Mochizuki Gen stood quietly in place, all the dejection on his face vanished, replaced by the sharpness of a ninja, a strong glint in his eyes as he gazed at Yura, like a reef standing firm in a raging sea, unmoved.

"I have already stated that no matter what kind of swordsmanship you use, it will be ineffective against me," Mochizuki Gen said in a deep voice.

"Junior! Enough is enough!"

Huan suddenly turned to look at Jie Luo, afraid that she would lose her temper.

Surprisingly, Jieluo didn't seem angry at all.

Jie Luo was seen squatting in the void, her hands cupping her face, watching Wang Yuexian with great interest. Jie Luo herself did not move at all, appearing completely at ease.

"You really are very strong," Jieluo said with a slight smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the storm-like offensive abruptly ceased.

"You are terrifyingly strong too," said Mochizuki Gen.

"With these invisible blades, few in the ninja world can withstand a single blow from you."

If it weren't for prior precautions, he could easily have died in an assassination attempt during his first meeting with Jieluo.

No matter what kind of technique it is, it must be activated first to be effective.

With Jieluo's ability to hide and his invisible blade, it's truly chilling.

"Is that so..." Jieluo stood up and said, "I've pretty much seen through your tricks too."

Mochizuki Gen's pupils contracted. When her technique was activated, it had extremely conspicuous characteristics that could not be hidden. However, being able to see through it did not mean that she could deal with it.

"Illusion Eyes?" Jieluo laughed.

"No, Hypnotic Eyes."

Illusion and hypnosis are two different things.

"My eye technique is called the Eye of Destruction," Mochizuki Gen said, avoiding the question.

"My eye technique can break all techniques in the ninja world, therefore I am invincible."

"Fine, you can lie to me..." Jieluo said, "Senior, do you even believe that yourself? Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha are still alive."

A long silence followed.

Mochizuki Genkuro chuckled dryly.

He believed in himself before he met those two men.

Jie Luo snapped his fingers, and a ghostly blue spark leaped out from his fingertip.

Upon seeing this, Mochizuki Gen's expression hardened. Did he still have the ability of Fire Release?

"I'm curious, against Madara Uchiha's Fire Release techniques, such as Great Fire Annihilation Arrow, could your technique deflect a sea of fire of that scale?"

After a moment of silence, Mochizuki Gen said, "Those two men were monsters beyond measure; I am merely human." Then, Mochizuki Gen asked curiously, "You fought Uchiha Madara?"

Jie Luo snapped his fingers, sparks flying from his fingertips.

Yes, it will happen.

"You just said you're also skilled in this, right? You possess a very unorthodox technique, senior." Jie Luo chuckled.

"So, senior's technique has altered and distorted my understanding."

"Mental control, a kind of mental ninjutsu, similar to the ability to adjust the psychological distance between oneself and others."

"It can prevent the opponent from attacking you, or rather, make it impossible for them to attack you."

"Swordsmanship is a skill that requires considerable precision in operation. As the saying goes, 'a slight deviation can lead to a huge difference.' Even a slight shift in perception is enough to prevent me from accurately locking onto my target."

"So, this strange situation can happen: I think I've got it right, but I haven't actually got it right."

"Mental compass, a very good description," said Mochizuki Gen.

"That's right, my eye technique is like that, but so what? How do you intend to break my invincible eye technique?"

"Senior, so you're quite arrogant." Jie Luo stood up, slowly drawing the crimson robe from her waist, and said, "Since it's an attack targeting my brain, things become very simple."

Simple? What is she going to do?

"Watch closely, senior, and don't blink." Jie Luo smiled faintly, and as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her hand, and the sword was pointed at her chin. It slid smoothly into her jaw and the blade penetrated her brain.

At that moment, both Mochizuki Gen and Gen's pupils dilated, their eyes wide with horror as they watched this scene.

Blood bloomed vividly before my eyes, while the girl's face held a sweet smile tinged with a hint of madness.

Immortal, Man.

Jieluo spun the blade, stirring her mind, blood dripping from her small hands, her scarlet eyes fixed on Mochizuki Gen.

Under this inhuman gaze, Mochizuki Gen suddenly gasped.

Are you still alive?

Are you still alive...?

Jie Luo released his grip, a knife still stuck in his head, and smiled faintly, "Senior, round two. This time, I won't cut the wrong thing."

Mochizuki Gen gasped again and immediately shouted, "Wait! I concede! I have lost!"

If the brain has already been damaged, how can you attack its cognitive processes?

Jie Luo tilted his head, subtly displeased.

This guy gave up too quickly; he didn't even manage to land a single blow! He's already at a slight disadvantage...

Jie Luo raised his hand, drew Hongxia sword, and sheathed it.

Fine strands of hair emerged from the wound on the chin, and the wound was quickly stitched up.

As for the injuries in his brain, he can slowly heal himself with his demonic power. There are some problems, but not major ones. For Jieluo now, the brain is practically useless. However, because it is connected to the soul, incorrect information received by the brain can easily cause Jieluo to misjudge his true form.

In other words, one can use the brain to cast illusions on Jieluo.

"You're a monster too, Yura," Mochizuki Gen muttered bitterly.

"You're the weird one..."

"That's a very rude remark," Jieluo said, displeased.

Huan looked at Jie Luo with an indescribable expression.

"I apologize for my rudeness, Lord Yura," said Mochizuki Gen.

"Let's proceed with Lord Yura's plan for this operation."

Jieluo nodded.