Chapter 410

Chapter 410 A Three-Year Promise!

When the flames disappeared, Yamamoto Kyokusen’s body, still flickering with fire, came crashing down from midair!

Wanyan Zhengyong and Tian Bingyi were absolutely dumbfounded. That Eastern upper-rank ninja who had been so insufferably arrogant just moments ago had actually been taken out like that?

This way of fighting was just too direct, too domineering, too unbelievable! The two exchanged a glance and saw the shock in each other’s eyes!

If that night at the movie theater, the Yuanwei Gang and Su Rui’s Twelve Divine Guards had come into conflict, it would have been an absolutely fatal outcome! And not a single trace would have been left behind!

“Go after him!”

With a single order from Su Rui, the Twelve Divine Guards swiftly moved to cut off the area where Yamamoto Kyokusen had fallen!

Yamamoto Kyokusen’s body was already covered in flames. The black night-ops suit had been burned to tatters, his hair, eyebrows, and skin all scorched. Even from a distance, you could smell the acrid stench of burning flesh!

Yamamoto Kyokusen was rolling on the ground in agony, seemingly trying to smother the flames on his body, but whatever chemical substance had been mixed into the flamethrower, no matter how he rolled, he couldn’t fully extinguish the fire!

Hearing the chaotic footsteps closing in, this son of Yamamoto Taichiro knew that if things continued like this, death was certain!

“Yamamoto Kyokusen, are you still not going to surrender?” Su Rui had already spotted Yamamoto’s figure from a distance!

The latter turned and looked at Su Rui, gritted his teeth, and a flash of cold, ruthless resolve crossed his eyes!

Su Rui was only five meters away from Yamamoto Kyokusen, but at that very moment, a fierce burst of flames suddenly erupted from within the latter’s body!

The flames blazed intensely, spreading in an instant!

“Ninjutsu!”

Su Rui let out a low shout, threw himself to the side, and rolled several times in succession, barely avoiding being scorched by the flames!

The fire was still raging at this point, a blazing sea of deep red filling his vision!

Su Rui dropped to one knee on the ground, his gaze almost entirely cold. Without any hesitation, he drew the pistol at his waist and emptied every bullet into the heart of those flames!

A full two minutes passed before the suddenly appeared flames slowly died out, and there was no trace of Yamamoto Kyokusen anywhere!

By this time, the Twelve Divine Guards had all gathered around Su Rui.

“What just happened? Those flames appeared so strangely!”

A Black man with a flamethrower strapped to his back said with considerable surprise. He knew exactly what kind of power his flamethrower had, yet even a weapon of such power couldn’t produce a blaze like that in such a short time!

“That was ninjutsu!” Su Rui’s expression was grave as he said in a low voice, “This kind of ninjutsu must drain the body’s potential enormously. He’s badly wounded and couldn’t have gotten far. We have to find him!”

In this world, there is never such a thing as getting away with something for free.

In that final moment of crisis, the escape ninjutsu Yamamoto Kyokusen unleashed was nothing short of miraculous, but there is no free lunch under heaven, and such a powerful technique must have come at an enormous cost.

There was a rumor in the West of a strange and mysterious technique called the Blood-Burning Escape Art, which worked by burning one’s own vital blood essence to push the body’s physical capabilities to their absolute limit in a short period of time, thereby securing a chance to escape.

But this bizarre technique could essentially only be used once in a lifetime, because burning all of one’s vital blood essence would cause the body to age rapidly and the organs to nearly wither away. If used a second time, the person would likely die before the blood even began to burn.

The technique Yamamoto Kyokusen had used was undoubtedly extremely similar in principle to that legendary Blood-Burning Escape Art, which was why Su Rui had concluded that Yamamoto Kyokusen was now at the end of his rope. Although he had vanished from sight, there was absolutely no way he could have gotten very far!

The figures of the Twelve Divine Guards had already disappeared into the forest as they split up to search for Yamamoto Kyokusen. With their skills, dealing with a gravely wounded Eastern upper-rank ninja posed absolutely no problem whatsoever!

Su Rui did not move out immediately. He stood on the hillside, looking down over the entire battlefield from his elevated position.

The night wind already carried a thick, bloody smell. Corpses were scattered throughout the forest, and occasionally a few screams and agonized cries would ring out sporadically. With the intervention of the Solar Divine Guards, this battle had concluded with the Yuanwei Gang’s ultimate victory.

Of course, they had paid an extremely heavy price for that victory. Of the thousand-plus elite fighters, half were already dead, and over a hundred more were seriously wounded.

Su Rui stepped down from the hillside, and as he looked at the scenes of human tragedy throughout the forest, his brow furrowed slightly.

By rights, at his level, he should have been numb to situations like this, yet every time Su Rui encountered such large-scale casualties, he still felt deeply unsettled inside, especially when so many of those fallen were his fellow Chinese compatriots.

As he walked along, whenever he came across an Eastern warrior who hadn’t yet died, Su Rui would casually finish them off. There was no point in letting them live.

Today, the Eastern Yamamoto Group had dared to send people on such a large scale into the heart of China to slaughter with such brazen arrogance. In the days to come, the Chinese would surely march all the way to the Yamamoto Group’s headquarters!

Wanyan Zhengyong steadied himself against a tree trunk and stood up. Seeing so many of his elites dead and wounded, his heart was bleeding.

These were all reliable subordinates he had carefully cultivated over many years, and now they had all become souls cut down by Eastern blades. Boundless hatred rose in Wanyan Zhengyong’s eyes.

This was not merely the destruction of the Yuanwei Gang’s century-long grand plan, it was the annihilation of the very foundation upon which the gang depended!

“I will make the Yamamoto Group pay blood for blood!”

Wanyan Zhengyong slammed his fist hard against the tree trunk, his fierce eyes brimming with tears.

He hadn’t shed tears in so many years he’d lost count, but this time, he finally wept.

“They will pay blood for blood.” Su Rui had appeared behind him at some point, his words soft but filled with unwavering resolve.

The two men had been mortal enemies not long before, yet now they stood side by side.

Wanyan Zhengyong turned to look at him, and with a complicated expression said, “Thank you, for today.”

What Su Rui meant to Wanyan Zhengyong was far beyond a simple debt of saving his life. Without Su Rui and the Twelve Divine Guards, the Yuanwei Gang would likely have been completely annihilated by that Eastern warrior unit today!

“We’re both Chinese. There’s no need for thanks.”

Su Rui steadied Wanyan Zhengyong’s remaining arm with one hand and said, “I promise you, within three years, the Yamamoto Group’s headquarters will be leveled.”

Three years, to level the Yamamoto Group’s headquarters!

There were probably very few people in the entire world besides Su Rui who could utter such bold words!

Although the Solar Temple had a formidable reputation, that reputation came primarily from its overwhelming combat strength. In terms of influence and operations, the Solar Temple and the Yamamoto Group, which dominated an entire region, were simply not in the same league!

This Eastern mega-syndicate had a stranglehold over nearly half the country. Going up against them was almost equivalent to arm-wrestling with the Eastern government!

Leveling the Yamamoto Group’s headquarters in three years, what an enormously daunting task. Even the other gods of the Western dark world probably wouldn’t dare speak such bold words!

Yet, looking at the blood soaking the ground and breathing in the thick, lingering stench of it, Su Rui’s gaze was more resolute than it had ever been.

“When the time comes, I hope I can lend you a hand.” Wanyan Zhengyong gave a nod, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

“Count me in too. These old bones of mine can still muster up one last fight.” Tian Bingyi, his clothes soaked through with blood, steadied himself against a tree and struggled to his feet, shuffling over to face Su Rui. He said, “The debt of saving my life is etched in my heart. If the day comes when you need my life, I’ll offer it up at any time.”

Su Rui looked at Tian Bingyi for a long moment and said, “Go back and rest up properly. Leave the rest to me. Yamamoto Kyokusen won’t last much longer either.”

Wanyan Zhengyong looked at the bodies of the fallen and said, “I want to bring my brothers’ remains back for burial.”

But Su Rui shook his head, “It’s too hot, there are too many, and there’s no way to preserve them over a long journey. Let me contact the crematorium in Ninghai. I’m afraid you’ll only be able to bring your brothers’ ashes back.”

Hearing this, Wanyan Zhengyong was silent for a moment before saying, “Alright, that’s the only option for now.”

His heart was filled with guilt at this moment. These brothers had committed wholeheartedly to fighting alongside him, yet now, as their leader, he could only bring their ashes back. Their families wouldn’t even get to see them one last time.

The thought of conquering Ninghai was the furthest thing from this dominant lord of the northern underground world’s mind right now. His focus had shifted entirely and completely to the Yamamoto Group!

“From this day forward, the Yamamoto Group is the Yuanwei Gang’s one and only enemy. Destroying the Yamamoto Group is the creed of every single person in the Yuanwei Gang!”

Wanyan Zhengyong raised his head and looked up at the deep night sky. His voice carried a fierce edge as he said, “Yamamoto Taichiro, you’d better live a long life and wait for me. I will make you pay blood for blood!”

Just at that moment, the voice of Tarzan suddenly came through Su Rui’s earpiece!

“I see him!”

Tarzan let out a shout and his figure instantly covered several meters. He had already discarded the Vulcan cannon and was moving completely unencumbered, with not the slightest hint of clumsiness!

Hearing this, Su Rui also stepped out and gave chase in Tarzan’s direction! His speed was like lightning, leaving Tian Bingyi and Wanyan Zhengyong utterly stunned!

Su Rui’s speed moving in a straight line seemed barely any slower than Yamamoto Kyokusen’s earlier display of qinggong through the air!

The remaining eleven Divine Guards also changed direction and came sprinting over. The Lord of the Solar Temple had issued a kill order, and failure was not an option!

“Tarzan, stand aside. I’ll attack head-on myself. Everyone else, move to cut him off!” Su Rui fixed his gaze on the stumbling figure ahead and shouted!

Yamamoto Kyokusen was now gravely wounded and could no longer execute his supreme qinggong. Every step he took seemed to cost him everything he had!

Just as he was about to cross the road, Yamamoto Kyokusen’s figure suddenly lunged, his whole body flying several meters through the air and throwing himself onto a slender, graceful figure!

“Stupid woman, what are you standing there for?”

Seeing Yamamoto Kyokusen tackle Zhang Ziwei to the ground, Su Rui let out a roar and his figure came to an abrupt halt!