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"You're courting death!"
Seeing Luoo Yuxuan hit by a poisoned dart, Chen Feng became furious. Cradling Luoo Yuxuan in his arms, he leaped to the Japanese samurai who had just thrown the dart. He grabbed the hand that had thrown the dart and, with a forceful twist, ripped off the samurai's arm, eliciting a piercing scream of agony from the man.
The remaining samurai, seeing Chen Feng's ferocity, immediately uttered a phrase in Japanese, the meaning of which was that their opponent was formidable, and they should retreat for now.
"You hurt our Huaxia people, and now you think of running away? Too late!" Even though Chen Feng had not heard their conversation, he could tell by their actions that they were planning to escape.
The samurai exchanged glances and took out an object, tossing it to the ground. A cloud of smoke billowed out, and by the time the smoke had cleared, their figures had vanished from the clearing.
"Japanese Ninjutsu!" Chen Feng's brow twitched.
