Chapter 864 Chapter 864 Man in Black
"DING!"
Power Systems Conquered: 31/50
These texts came unbidden before the eyes of our very own protagonist.
"I'm almost there." Clark smiled at this find. Nevertheless, his eyes never stopped its inspection and it did not take him long to find out that he was in a dense forest.
There was thick patch of vegetation around that made it obvious that this was not a natural path by any means.
Our bored gamer had to go through a few annoying branches and hurdles before an ugly road could be seen thereafter.
With a quick scan on the two souls that he'd had to consume in his advent, he easily got his bearing on where he really was.
"The first soul was a mortal one who got isekaid into this world and the second one was a wanted criminal on the run. And it appears that this place is something that is infested by n..."
Our avid gamer could not finish his words since he needed the entirety of his attention to dodge a fatal strike upon his neck.
"WHOOSH!" A lone shuriken sought blood but failed to do so in the end. It has not accounted for its target's fast reflexes during the attack.
"Oh? I'm surprised that a petty rapist like you could move that fast, Hajime Eto.
It might be that a rabid animal in human skin who could only think with his dick may have also been gifted with some weird benefits after doing those atrocious works of debauchery.
I applaud your skills for living this long in this world." The words wafted first before a shadowy figure cloaked in a full black attire emerged at the top of a tree.
"Ninja." In reply, our bored gamer merely had this word to say.
If he got his cheat late then he may have bolted to escape at this time but luckily for him, his predecessor has already received it beforehand.
He should have at least some breathing room for conversation today. Succeeding violence would certainly not help him in the state he was currently in.
"I give up. What do i have to do to live? I am a great cook. All i ask is for you to teach me a technique or two and I'd willingly cook for you and your family." Clark negotiated his fate.
Since someone has taken a huge chunk of their money in order to hire a ninja to kill him, he knew that talking to those he had offended in the past would be futile at best.
"Pity. I already got a great cook in my home. She's my wife." The man in ninja uniform said and he was back in the process of taking the offensive once more.
He took not one but three shurikens this time around. Though it was overkill for a minor scum in society but he did not care at all.
He came here to kill and he would do it then go back home to taste his wife's impressive cooking once more.
"WHOOSH!"
"WHOOSH!"
"WHOOSH!" The ninja thew the weapons out and his actions concealed its epic expertise with how lousy he shot them projectiles.
It was like him throwing bread crumbs down the side road and nothing more. Surprisingly enough, the force that pushed the shurikens down was indeed extremely amazing.
"BANG!"
"BANG!"
"BANG!" The wreckage that it dealt on the foliage made a disarray unto the natural beauty of the scene.
"Interesting." The ninja murmured before getting himself absolutely destroyed by almost a dozen fist sized rocks that targeted the vital areas of his body.
"POOF!" A gust of smoke exploded in his place and before long, a block of wood fell down towards the ground.
This was of course a body replacement technique that was done flawlessly by the yet to be named ninja.
"Tsk. Stop playing this children's game. Come out and fight fair." Clark said seriously.
His senses was put to its utmost test and this has given him another edge in dodging a couple shurikens more in the aftermath.
He realized that ninjas were trained to use all their advantages well against their opponents. Any thoughts of an equal combat were just mere jokes out here in the real world.
"Flame Art: Grand Fireball Technique!" The nameless ninja finally chose to end this useless match quickly and he spat a ball of fire from his mouth that was more than thrice his size.
Judging from this technique alone, one could tell that this ninja was definitely not simple at all.
"FUCK ME!" Clark cursed and did the only viable option at his disposal. He ran and never looked back from the hot flames that threatened to devour him whole.
"BOOM!" A chaotic explosion followed that demolished a huge part of the land.
"What an annoying rat you are, Hajime Eto." The ninja gritted his teeth at what he found. No corpse or burned body was left at the aftermath of his great technique.
It did not need telling that his prey has escaped once more.
"DING!" With a thought, this expert ninja tracked the running man into the distance.
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Day turned into night and then back to day time once more. Still, the game of cat and mouse continued without any pause.
"HAK!"
"HAK!"
"HAK!" Finally, someone could not take it anymore. Gasping breaths sounded from one person and he could only look at the fast retreating back of his target.
The race had been going for almost 3 days nonstop already and this was as far as he could go. Five minutes later and this person has caught his breath.
His target was nowhere to be seen anymore.
"A bloodline talent?" The loser of the race commented. This was of course none other than the nameless ninja from before.
From what he had seen so far, this was the only most likely reason he could think of from the many like possibilities available for him.
"Hajime Eto." The hired ninja said this name before he traced his steps back to whence he came. The mission was a failure in the end.
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