Super Zoo-Chapter 666 - 605: Four Seasons Formation

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Whether a person can survive often depends not on their own efforts, but on the strength of their opponent.

That was the case with these ninjas from the Iga-ryu.

In a modern society where the art of Ninjutsu had long declined, enduring rigorous training from a young age, without a single day's break for twenty years, to become a ninja qualified even during the peak of the Warring States era in Japan, requires immense persistence, willpower, and hardship unimaginable to the ordinary person.

Had they chosen to return to their country to teach, or to spread the culture of ninja, they might have become masters of a generation, contemporary celebrities, enjoying both fame and fortune.

Unfortunately, they did not take the right path...

Suming was somewhat dumbfounded. From beginning to end, he hadn't understood a single word of their conversation. It was like watching a movie: suddenly someone pulled out a small knife, suddenly someone was punched dead, suddenly throwing stars flew everywhere, and suddenly they were surrounded...

"What's it got to do with me? I'm just passing by!" Suming said exasperatedly to the four black-clad ninjas, shrugging his shoulders.

The four ninjas moved forward expressionlessly, one more step closer, one of the youngest even displaying a villainous sneer.

Suming took a step back, flailed his hands about, and protested, "Don't come any closer, I can even hit myself when I go crazy!"

The four ninjas clearly did not understand Suming's words, and even if they did, it made no difference. Ninjas value obedience above all else. The grand Iga-ryu ninjas, with a thousand years of heritage, would fight with all their might to complete their mission, even if it meant certain death.

Besides, the two individuals before them did not seem difficult to kill.

The big guy was just robust; in front of the agile Iga-ryu ninja, being muscular was not an advantage. They preferred such enemies; against the ninja's nimble movements and endless 'little tricks', a burly man in the eyes of ordinary people was nothing more than a column of meat;

As for that young pretty boy, he was merely a bit more handsome... ah spit, if being handsome was useful, what's the point of twenty years of hard training? What's the need for diplomas, houses, cars, or even agents?

Ninjas are not so-called martial arts experts; they are killing machines, with numerous time-tested and effective methods of assassination at their disposal.

The Four Seasons Formation of the Iga faction is one of these methods. Four ninjas with impeccable coordination form a small encirclement formation, defending each other while attacking in unison. The power of the formation is not as simple as just the sum of the four ninjas.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, existence, abiding, destruction, and emptiness.

Spring, the beginnings of life;

Summer, searing heat and blazing sun;

Autumn, desolation and decay;

Winter, the stark ruthlessness of extinction!

Using the Four Seasons Formation against a single target, once the encirclement is formed, there has never been a failure recorded in history.

Those who could survive until the fourth round of attack numbered very few.

The formation was set into motion, and so were the ninjas.

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Existence, abiding, destruction, and emptiness. Once the formation started, it entered the state of 'existence.'

The first strike came from the youngest ninja with the villainous sneer.

Being the youngest, his aura was the most vigorous;

The young are always full of vigor.

The aura is a concentrated expression of a person's determination and will, a magical energy that can transcend the physical limits of the body;

Since ancient times, countless underdogs have defeated the strong, armed with nothing but a powerful aura.

Young people are vigorous, and so they dare to dream what others fear to contemplate, and they often create miracles!

The sword's glow was like a trained ribbon, grand as a waterfall, swift and straight as a shooting star!

The swordsmanship was open and fair, but the sword's momentum was like a sinister snake, unpredictable and devious!

The dagger was aimed squarely at Suming, but suddenly changed direction mid-attack, slanting as it aimed to pierce Su Meng's waist!

No one expected that this young ninja, seemingly bursting with vigor, was not even slightly reckless!

Eliminate the most dangerous big fellow first, then the pretty boy would be nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter!

All previous movements, expressions, and even the first half of this strike were designed to confuse, making the opponent believe the target was the young pretty boy;

The targeted one would be thrown into panic, whereas the other, playing the role of a bodyguard, would focus on saving his charge, neglecting his own defense!

The young ninja believed, this strike would surely be successful!

A flash of cold light and the short sword was there and gone; the blade's tip had already touched Su Meng's clothing!

The young ninja seemed to have already felt the smooth sensation of the blade piercing into the body, slicing through muscle...

Once striking, he no longer considered Su Meng a target, instead turning his gaze towards Suming.

A person about to die no longer has any value as a target.

The young swordsman had not yet felt the satisfying plunge of the blade into flesh when the left side of his face suddenly felt slightly sore, his vision filled with red as if the world before him had been washed in blood in an instant.

Bang!

It was then he seemed to hear a muffled sound close to his ear, as if something had struck his face.

The eardrum burst on the spot.

He didn't even feel the pain, and his vision immediately went dark before he lost consciousness.

A broken head hurts.

But for a person whose head has exploded, there is no feeling.

When Su Meng retracted his fist, the young swordsman was still in the same position as before, facing towards Suming, dagger in hand, aimed at Su Meng's side, with the blade's tip a mere half-centimeter from piercing into his waist;

That half-centimeter would remain out of reach forever because his head exploded like a watermelon dropped ruthlessly from the eighteenth floor onto concrete.

He was almost without a head now, blood gushing chaotically like a untamed spring, spurting in all directions.

Indeed, vigorous youth can create miracles, but more often than not, they die under their own ignorant audacity.

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