With a swish, a ray of cold light passed through Chuan Shangu Ning's chest.
Then there was a muffled bang.
It was the ninja sword that was firmly nailed to the wall behind Kawaguya Ning, making a buzzing sound.
Chuan Shanshan Ning's eyes widened at this moment, full of horror and disbelief.
I looked down and saw a big bloody hole in my chest.
The spirit collapsed in an instant.
With a thud, Kawaguyama Ning's body fell straight down.
"I said I hate when people lie to me.
No matter what your purpose is, you will die!"
Oda Takeo's faint voice came out, but it was a pity that Ning Kawayama could no longer hear it.
And he never understood until his death why Oda Takeo thought he was lying.
"I have been out of touch with the world for decades.
Don't say I'm Chinese, even if I'm Nigerian, if I'm not a warrior, how many people will remember me?
In order to get me to take action, you deliberately fabricated insults against me by Chinese warriors.
After all, you are too smart!"
With the rustling of the wind, the bamboo leaves all over the ground were fluttering in the wind, which was really beautiful.
A short, lean old man slowly walked out of the room.
The old man looked extremely peaceful, like an old farmer who didn't care about worldly affairs.
He doesn't feel the slightest bit of domineering about him, and he is someone who can easily be ignored by others at a glance.
But he is the god of Nigeria’s martial arts world, the legendary martial saint of a generation—Oda Takeo.
Oda Takeo was very competitive in his early years and frequently challenged warriors from all over the country.
Known for his decisive and ruthless attacks, he once set a record of killing twelve Jonin with one sword when he was young.
However, because he killed too much, he was later hunted down by many Nigerian martial arts masters.
The pursuit that lasted for fifteen years did not cost Oda Takeo his life.
On the contrary, it only made his reputation even worse.
It wasn't until more than forty years ago that Oda Takeo openly challenged Hayashida Soujiro, then the number one martial artist in Nigeria.
With the fall of Hayashida Soujiro, Oda Takeo became a god in one battle and was honored as the Warrior Saint of Nigeria.
After that, he suddenly restrained his temperament and lived in seclusion at Jukseong Dojo in Gyeonggi-do.
It has long been rumored that Oda Takeo's cultivation has become more and more profound, and he is infinitely close to a god.
Oda Takeo's calm eyes looked at Ning Kawayama who was lying on the bamboo leaves.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Then he waved his right hand very casually.
A hot and terrifying breath followed and landed on the body of Sichuan Valley Ning.
With a bang, Sichuan Valley Ning's body suddenly turned into a ball of bright and dazzling flames.
It soared into the sky in an instant, but quickly extinguished, scattering ashes all over the ground.
Oda Takeo looked indifferent and spoke calmly.
"Anyone who lies in front of me deserves death.
Those who kill my disciples deserve to die even more!
Linxia Jisaburo, go and get back Kameda-chan's lost dignity!"
"Yes, Master!"
Someone secretly agreed, and a black shadow suddenly disappeared and quickly left the Zhusheng Dojo.
In the residence of Yokono Shizo's general, Linxia Jisaburo unceremoniously sat in the seat that belonged to Yokono Shizo.
Regarding this, Yokono Shizo did not dare to complain at all.
He stood respectfully with his hands down, looking flattering.
"Mr. Linxia, thank you for your help.
I believe that as long as you take action, those Chinese practitioners will be frightened and kneel down to beg for mercy!"
Yokono Shisan said with a flattering look.
He already knew about the death of Kawaguya Ning, but he didn't feel much about it.
He is just an insignificant person, all he wants is to achieve his goal.
Although the Martial Saint Oda Takeo did not personally take action, the appearance of Linxia Jisaburo also made Yokono Shizo very excited.
Linxia Jisaburo is now Oda Takeo's first disciple.
Before he became a disciple of Oda Takeo, he was already a famous martial arts expert in Nigeria.
Nowadays, his cultivation level is even more unfathomable, second only to the Martial Saint Oda Takeo.
Today's martial arts community in Nigeria has long respected Linxia Jisaburo as the Half Saint of Martial Arts.
The most important thing is that Linxia Jisaburo has traveled to many countries and challenged the strong men of various countries without ever losing.
Linxia Jisaburo looked stern and arrogant.
"Most practitioners in China are those who seek fame and reputation.
How can the things he cultivates be flashy and practical, compared with the master's killing skills?
Kameda Kobasa was killed just because he was too impatient.
At first, I only learned a little bit about Master, so I left on my own.
In fact, Kameda Kosashi is not considered the master's successor at all.
But after all, he has been taught by his master and will never allow outsiders to harm his life!
So the Chinese who killed him must die!"
Yokono Shizo couldn't hide his excitement and nodded repeatedly.
"Mr. Linxia is absolutely right. How can a disciple of the Martial Saint be allowed to be killed by others?"
On the Nigerian side of the Dahan area, all the Nigerian soldiers were ready and in high spirits.
They had just received notice that General Yokono Shizo would soon come in person to supervise the battle.
In Nigeria, in addition to the prime minister, the general is the supreme commander of the military.
He is also the highest-level person who has ever visited the Dahan area.
Even during the war, the local Nigerian garrison still arranged a grand welcoming ceremony.
Formed to greet them, Shizo Yokono's motorcade drove into Chengfang County in Nigeria with great swagger.
The local garrison generals all looked respectful and uneasy.
Seeing Yokono Shizo getting out of the parked vehicle, they immediately rushed to greet him.
Yokono turned a blind eye to the enthusiasm of these local generals.
But he ran to the other side of the vehicle with an apologetic smile and opened the door very diligently.
The local generals were all stunned, and then they were shocked.
Who deserves to be opened by the general himself?
Could it be that Prime Minister Mai Nao has also arrived?
Under the horrified gaze, a tall Nian stepped out of the car.
The moment the car door opened, a wave of real pressure spread out.
People around him felt their hearts trembling for no reason, and felt infinitely close to death.
It's not Mayi Ye Nao, it's an unfamiliar face.
Everyone was even more horrified because of this. Apart from Mai Ye Nao, who else in Nigeria was worthy of Shizo Yokono personally opening the door to receive him?
"Mr. Linxia, please!"
Yokono Shizo's voice was not loud, but it was meant to please.
But it quickly spread throughout the entire audience, and then triggered an exclamation of surprise.
"Mr. Linxia? Hiss! Could it be that martial arts half-sage?"
"Martial Arts Semi-Sage Linxia Jisaburo, the first disciple of the Martial Saint Oda Takeo, and the second best martial artist in Nigeria!
It must be him, besides him, who else can receive such treatment?"
Many Nigerian generals suddenly became excited. This was great news for them.
"Mr. Linxia is mighty! Let the Chinese practitioners tremble!"