Chen Xuan's lips curled into a cold sneer.
Originally, he had spared his opponent simply because the man had been disrespectful towards him, but to his surprise, Chiye Masao did not appreciate his leniency and had come looking for trouble again.
"Fine then, since you insist on seeking death, don't blame me!" Chen Xuan said coldly.
Chiye Masao snickered, "Still tough-talking at death's door! Today, you will see just how formidable our Sakura ninjas are!"
With that, Chiye Masao gestured to his men.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The several dark-clothed, sturdy men behind him dashed towards Chen Xuan in an attack.
Chen Xuan suddenly stomped his foot and threw a punch.
However, just as Chen Xuan's fist was about to land on those dark-clothed men, their bodies turned into shadows and instantly vanished from his field of vision.
"Hm?" Chen Xuan was slightly surprised and looked around warily.
