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"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!"
Five or six dark figures, like specters and phantoms, rushed forward, tightly encircling Wang Hao.
The gleaming Curved Scimitars, under the moonlight, shimmered with a soul-capturing brilliance.
"Kill him!"
With a command from the man with the mustache, the black-clad Ninjas almost simultaneously swung their Curved Scimitars in unison.
Wang Hao flicked his sleeve, and 108 radiant copper coins burst forth, consolidating into a Money Sword three feet three inches and three segments in length.
The Ninjas, stunned by Wang Hao's trickster-like move, shifted all their attention to the Money Sword.
Seizing the opportunity, Wang Hao fiercely grasped the Money Sword and, with a force as if cleaving Mount Hua, he hacked toward the crown of a black-clad Ninja's head.
"Crack!"
As the sword shadow fell, the unfortunate Ninja's head split like a ripe watermelon, slashed apart. The red and white mess splattered everywhere.
