Chapter 108 Major Event : Dragon Ninja War (Part )
July 7, 4:10 am, Gibson Bookstore, Lodhua Street.

Ke Yinzhi put the book down in the gap between the bookshelf, then put his hands in his coat pockets, leaned the back of his head against the wall, and looked forward with his head tilted.

The pitch-black earrings swayed, making a clear sound.

Looking through the narrow corridor between the two bookshelves, you can see a tall and thin figure walking towards you with his back to the light, his hands behind his back, and solemnity in his every move.

"Oh, the ink writer?"

Ke Yinzhi raised his eyebrows, turned his head and asked Ke Xiaomo beside him: "Isn't it your Ninja Clan's private business to destroy the Dragon of Disaster? How come a superhero appears here?"

"I've told you before that the Mosha family is trained by the Ninja Clan."

As Ke Xiaomo spoke, he looked calmly at the ink writer who was walking down the street.

"Wow...then how come he became a superhero again?" Ke Yinzhi continued to ask.

"Because he learned forbidden magic, Mo Xiejia was expelled from the sect by the sect master. After a few years, he became a superhero in Huanjing. The sect master called him this time, probably to give him a chance to redeem himself and make meritorious contributions."

"I see. Now that you mention it, it seems like you have mentioned it to me before." Ke Yinzhi suddenly realized, "His ability is related to ink. It is indeed difficult for him not to be related to the Ninja Clan."

"No wonder, your memory has always been bad." Ke Xiaomo said sarcastically.

As he spoke, he looked out the French window with his peripheral vision. It was obvious that almost every pedestrian on the street was a ninja in disguise, and the scene was terrifying.

Ke Xiaomo closed his eyelids, opened his senses, and took in the scent of the street.

After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "There are more than a hundred ninjas on the street."

"I see." Ke Yinzhi smiled, "But it seems that they are not going after the dragon, but are staring at you. Xiao Mo, how did you offend them?"

"I have no idea."

Ke Xiaomo pondered expressionlessly, his eyes shifting.

At this moment, a calligrapher in a white robe was walking on the road of Luodehua Commercial Street and slowly walked in from the entrance of the library.

With his hands behind his back, he slowly raised his face and looked at Ke Xiaomo.

He cleared his throat and said, "You are Ke Xiaomo, right?"

"Correct."

Mo Xiejia said, "I will be considered your senior brother. I came here to convey the sect master's instructions to you. You just need to wait here. You don't need to take any action in this operation."

"Why?" Ke Xiaomo asked.

The ink writer shook his head and said firmly: "No comment."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Ke Yinzhi, "As for the person next to you, I will not attack ordinary people because of my principles... In the name of the Super Hero Association, I order you to wait outside."

Upon hearing this, Ke Yinzhi was stunned at first, then lowered his head and chuckled twice.

"What's so funny about this?" Mo Xiejia frowned.

Ke Yinzhi covered his face with his hands and couldn't help laughing for a while. Then he slowly raised his eyes with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Isn't it funny? Giving me orders in the name of the Superhero Association is the funniest joke I've heard this year."

"who are you?"

"Ah, who am I?" Ke Yinzhi tilted his head, still leaning against the wall, "No, a scumbag like you doesn't seem to be worthy of knowing my name."

"How arrogant! You are clearly a nobody." Mo Xiejia said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp explosion was heard from the Wanxiang City behind him, followed by a roar that was loud enough to resound through the sky, like a dragon's roar.

Hearing the noise coming from the direction of Vientiane City, Ke Xiaomo's face turned pale, and he said in a low voice: "Xiao Ni and the others are still in Vientiane City!"

Ke Yinzhi's expression also changed slightly.

He said: "Could it be that... the dragon of disaster that you are looking for is now in Wanxiang City?"

Mo Xiejia sneered and replied, "Yes, it's in Wanxiang City. It seems that you two brothers are quite close and can even share things like this."

He paused, then sarcastically said to Ke Xiaomo: "The matter of the Dragon of Disaster should be kept strictly secret from outsiders of the Ninja Sect. Ke Xiaomo, didn't the Sect Master teach you that?"

Ke Xiaomo's face turned cold.

He began, "My family is still in that mall, and I have to ensure their safety. I suggest you get out of the way."

"The sect leader asked me to stop you, but he didn't tell me the specific reason." Mo Xiejia said.

"metropolitan?"

Ke Xiaomo frowned.

"That's right." Moshajia said, "Although I don't know what the old man is thinking, I have no choice. Anyway, if you, my junior brother, step in front of me, I may not be able to go back to the Ninja Clan in the future."

As he spoke, a chill appeared in his eyes.

Ke Xiaomo took a deep breath and whispered to Ke Yinzhi beside him, "I'll leave these people to you. I'm leaving first."

After saying this, his figure turned into a ball of ink and splashed onto the ground, blending into the shadows beneath his feet.

However… in that half second, the ink writer, as if he had expected it, quickly unfolded a scroll and whispered, "Sealing Shadow Boundary."

As soon as the words fell, the scroll broke apart and turned into a pure white barrier that enveloped the library.

Ke Xiaomo transformed into a weasel-like shadow, constantly colliding with the edge of the barrier, but was unable to shake it at all, let alone pass through.

"It's useless. This is a barrier against the Shadow Transformation Technique. You can't break it..."

Before Mo Xiejia could finish his words, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Ke Yinzhi casually raised his right finger, and a beam of dark light shot out from his fingertips. In just a moment, a hole was opened in the barrier.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow transformed by Ke Xiaomo emerged from the hole and left the library.

"How can it be……"

The ink writer stood there in a daze, mumbling hoarsely to himself.

Then he turned his head sharply and roared an order to the pedestrians on the street: "Use the Shadow Sealing Dagger and stop Ke Xiaomo by any means necessary!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hundred ninjas nearby tried to throw out their shadow-sealing daggers, trying to intercept the shadow that was moving across the ground.

Hundreds of daggers surged like a tide, capturing the shadow that Ke Xiaomo had transformed into, and almost filled the shops, traffic lights, and glass walls of high-rise buildings along the way.

Even so, no dagger could catch up with Ke Xiaomo's speed.

It's like trying to catch a bird of prey in the air with a fishing net; it's hopeless.

"The sect leader said that Ke Xiaomo is very good at the Shadow Transformation Technique, but I didn't expect it to be to this extent. What kind of monster talent is this?" Mo Xiejia put his hands behind his back, looked at the scene with his peripheral vision, and thought with a serious expression.

"Also, why was the Shadow Sealing Barrier destroyed so easily? The Sect Master said that the endurance of this barrier is extremely high, and it should be second only to the Dragon Sealing Barrier, right?"

Thinking of this, the ink writer looked up at Ke Yinzhi, hesitated for half a second, and tentatively shot out a sword made of ink from his hand and stabbed it towards Ke Yinzhi's shoulder.

Just as the dagger got close to him, it was wrapped in a dark substance and turned into ashes.

"I said...you actually ignored me for a second just now?"

Ke Yinzhi spoke slowly, his eyes hidden by his drooping hair.

As soon as the words fell, a dark light flashed in the air.

The ink writer's right eye was split into two, and the fragments of the eyeball squeezed out of the eye socket, dripping onto the ground with blood.

Immediately afterwards, a deep blood mark appeared on his neck.

The ink writer's pupils shrank to the size of wheat awns, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He covered his neck with one hand and quickly took two or three steps back. With his other hand, he took out an ink pen and a scroll from inside his white robe.

In the brief half-second fight just now, he judged his situation.

--will die!
As the ink writer retreated, his pupils reflected Ke Yinzhi, who was walking slowly towards him. Looking at that frivolous face and his effortless steps, his thoughts became more and more confused.

What kind of monster is this? Wait, I seem to have seen such dark knife marks before.

Yes, I have seen it.

As Mo Xiejia thought about it, he put his hand over his throat. After a while, he squeezed out a hoarse sound from his damaged vocal cords.

"The enforcement officer of the Control Bureau... Black Judge?"

"Oh, now that you've recognized me, I can't let you live. I was planning to let you go, so I didn't kill you."

As Ke Yinzhi spoke, he raised his right hand and pointed his finger at him.

Immediately, a dark beam of light as thick as a finger shot straight towards Mo Xiejia's head.

In less than a tenth of a second, the ink writer's body turned into ink and splashed. When he reappeared, he was already on the street, a long distance away from Ke Yinzhi.

"Did you react?"

Ke Yinzhi raised his eyebrows and thought to himself.

"No, the power of that scroll is to automatically react when the holder is attacked and take him somewhere else... As expected of a ninja, there are so many strange things."

The ink writer raised his eyes from the street, stared at Ke Yinzhi in the library, and asked slowly.

"Do you really think I'm as weak as I look?"

"What else?" Ke Yinzhi teased, "There are only a few superheroes in the world that I admire, so you don't have to feel inferior."

"Let me ask you another question. Do you know why I was expelled from the Ninja Clan?"

"I'm not curious about the background of a street thug. But to be honest... killing a superhero randomly will affect my performance, so could you please just get out of here?"

Ke Yinzhi walked towards him while talking. Pedestrians on the street stopped, pulled out daggers from their waists and threw them at him, but they were unilaterally blocked by the dark light curtain that suddenly rose up.

But the next moment, ten figures in ninja uniforms suddenly jumped up from behind the signboard beside him, holding long swords and surrounding him from all sides.

Without exception, before they got close, an elegant black arc cut them in half. Then, pieces of flesh fell to the ground, like a rain of blood and bones.

Ke Yinzhi walked forward nonchalantly, his hands calmly in his pockets.

The next second, the throats of nearly thirty disguised ninjas on the street were slit. They covered their throats and fell to the ground in disbelief as blood gushed out.

"Aren't you worried about your family?" Mo Xiejia asked hoarsely, "They are still in Vientiane City."

"Of course not." Ke Yinzhi laughed, "Because I'm sure that no one in your organization can stop Ke Xiaomo."

"Even the Sect Master?"

"Yes, even the Sect Master." Ke Yinzhi paused and shrugged, "Okay, although I have never met this Sect Master. Since you are not running away, have you thought about your last words?"

"I'll return your original words... But have you thought of your last words?"

The ink writer roared and retreated quickly, with a ferocious expression on his face that was very different from his image on the screen.

"The Forbidden Blood Ink Technique. I haven't used this move for more than ten years since I was expelled from the Ninja Clan. I never thought that I would need it again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bit his right hand and splashed blood on the blank scroll. He then picked up the ink pen and mixed the ink and blood together on the scroll, creating a vortex of red and black.

Then he picked up the color-changing ink pen and drew a clear, elegant and vivid word "dragon" in the air.

The next moment, accompanied by a roar that resounded through the sky, the Eastern Dragon made of blood and ink slowly rose.

This black dragon has two antler-like horns on its head, and a touch of blood in the center of its white eyes, like the finishing touch.

The long whiskers on both sides of its mouth fluttered in the wind, and its eight legs were tightly connected to its thirty-two claws. It had no wings, but its body swayed in the air like a swaying sea of ​​blood.

The Ink Writer and the Oriental Dragon gradually merged into one, as if he was standing in a huge dragon shadow, nourishing it with the blood that kept flowing from the wound in his right hand.

The blood-ink dragon grew bigger and bigger, and finally broke the ground of the street. Water gushed out of the collapsed pits and broken pipes.

"Whether it's 'Ink Dragon' or 'Blood Ink Forbidden Technique', they both belong to the Seven Forbidden Techniques of the Ninja Sect, and I combined the two together." Ink Writer said, "If I were not bound by morality, then I would be the strongest in the Ninja Sect, not that Ke Xiaomo, who is not worthy of replacing me."

Ke Yinzhi raised his eyebrows slightly: "I see... there is indeed something."

"Are you ready to die?" asked Mo Xiejia.

"Compared to this, how many years can you live after using this trick?"

Ke Yinzhi asked curiously, looking at the ink writer whose face was aging rapidly.

"What does this have to do with you?"

The ink writer raised his head, looked at him coldly, and replied word by word.

Ke Yinzhi said jokingly: "It has nothing to do with me, because you are going to die here soon. Living for a few more years is just a hypothetical statement that exists in another world line."

Hearing this, the ink writer slowly grinned, and said in a bloody voice, "I will let you know what respect is right away."

"Well... since you have chosen death, I will not persuade you anymore."

Ke Yinzhi spoke casually, raising his right hand like a scalpel, and his jet-black earrings swayed.

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(End of this chapter)