110: Chapter 110 Live Material

"Thunderbolt!"

Although Tang Si was a bit annoyed by Lin Fan's "fishing enforcement," he didn't hold back when it came to fighting.

As the Young Master of the Tang Family in the capital, his combat skills were absolutely top-tier.

Taking advantage of the five-fold gravity suppression effect, his body surged with lightning, transforming into five purple electric snakes that struck accurately at the five ninjas pinned to the ground.

Boom!

The thunder exploded.

Those five elite Jonin were already struggling to hold on, and now, being hit head-on by the thunder, they immediately let out a series of shrill screams.

The electric current rampaged through their bodies, paralyzing their nerves and scorching their meridians.

"Ah!"

A ninja who tried to form hand seals to cast a Substitution Jutsu had just moved his fingers when a bolt of lightning struck his wrist.

The smell of burning flesh instantly filled the air.

"Don't kill them!" Lin Fan's voice came at just the right time.

"That fire-user, keep the fire sac; it can be used to make an Explosive blind box."

"That water-user, don't damage the lungs; that's where the water attribute essence gathers."

"And that poison-user, be careful not to break his poison sac; that thing is very valuable!"

Hearing these outrageous demands, Tang Si's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Is this even a fight?

This is just like picking vegetables at a grocery market!

"If you're so capable, you do it!" Tang Si couldn't help but shout.

But his hands honestly pulled back some of the force.

The originally lethal thunder turned into a high-voltage shock, aiming only to incapacitate the opponents without taking their lives.

On the other side.

Onizuka watched his subordinates being trampled like dead dogs, his eyes splitting with rage.

"Damn Chinese!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

He roared, and a strange blood-red chakra suddenly erupted from within his body.

This was the forbidden technique of Sakura Country, the [Blood Burning Secret Art].

Burning his lifespan in exchange for a short burst of power.

Crack, crack, crack!

Supported by this power, Onizuka actually stood up against the five-fold gravity.

Although his bones were groaning under the unbearable burden, and blood was streaming from his seven orifices.

But he stood up.

The katana in his hand, carrying the determination to kill, turned into a black bolt of lightning, stabbing straight at Lin Fan's heart.

"Die!"

This strike condensed his life's work.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Even in this gravitational environment, it was still too fast to see clearly.

However, facing this lethal strike, Lin Fan didn't even blink.

He didn't even dodge.

He just slightly turned sideways and waved his bone-cleaver as if swatting a fly.

Clang!

A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.

Onizuka felt as if his strike had landed on a giant mountain.

The massive recoil caused his hand to split, and the katana nearly flew out of his grip.

But Lin Fan's bone-cleaver steadily held off his attack.

"Is this your Japanese swordsmanship?"

Lin Fan curled his lips in disdain.

"Flashy, but the force is too scattered."

"And..."

Lin Fan activated his [Eye of True Sight].

In his vision, every move Onizuka made and the flow of every meridian was clearly visible.

"Your point of force application is wrong; 30% of your waist power is wasted."

"Also, the material of this sword is decent, but the forging process is too poor; there are three air bubbles inside."

Lin Fan commented while flicking his wrist.

The bone-cleaver slid down the blade of the katana, making a harsh grinding sound.

Sizzle!

The blade precisely cut into the joint of Onizuka's wrist.

"Ah!"

Onizuka screamed, his wrist went limp, and the katana clattered to the ground.

"Seems like a defective product."

Lin Fan shook his head, his tone full of regret.

"I originally thought I could make an S-rank blind box, but now it seems it's at most an A-rank."

This tone, like an antique expert critiquing a fake, completely shattered Onizuka's psychological defense.

Fear, unprecedented fear.

This young man was not only unfathomably strong, but even more terrifying was his attitude.

The attitude of not treating them as humans at all, but as "objects."

"Retreat!"

"Retreat quickly!"

Onizuka finally realized that this mission was a trap.

The intelligence was completely wrong!

This Lin Fan was not some upstart relying on luck, but a prehistoric beast in sheep's clothing!

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his wrist, he pulled a black sphere from his bosom and smashed it hard on the ground.

Bang!

Thick black smoke exploded instantly.

This was Sakura Country's highest-grade smoke bomb, which could not only block vision but also shield spiritual perception.

Under the cover of the smoke, Onizuka used the Earth Escape Jutsu, and his whole body instantly sank into the ground, trying to escape.

As for those five subordinates?

Can't worry about them! Every man for himself!

"Want to run?"

Lin Fan stood in the smoke, a playful smile curling on his lips.

"Entering my shop, you want to leave without leaving anything behind?"

"There's no such thing."

He pulled a transparent object that looked like a capsule from his system space.

[Space Lockdown Capsule (One-time use)]

[Effect: Seals the space within a hundred-meter radius, prohibiting any form of teleportation and escape techniques.]

[Note: A must-have for catching prey in a trap.]

This was a useless prop he had opened from a blind box before, which he hadn't been willing to use.

Today it came in handy.

"Go!"

Lin Fan threw it casually.

The capsule exploded in the air, turning into an invisible ripple that spread instantly.

Deep underground.

Onizuka, who was digging furiously to escape, suddenly felt like he had hit an indestructible wall.

Thud!

With a dull thud, he felt like his head was about to crack.

The soil in front suddenly became harder than diamond.

"What's going on?!"

Onizuka was terrified; he changed direction and kept digging.

Thud!

Still hitting a wall.

No way to heaven, no door to earth.

This space had been completely locked down.

"Come out, don't act like a gopher."

Lin Fan's voice seemed to pass through the thick soil and ring directly in his ears.

Immediately after.

A huge suction force came from the ground.

That was Tang Si's [Thunder-Magnetic Pull].

Boom!

The ground exploded.

Onizuka's disheveled figure was forcibly dragged out and thrown heavily onto the ground.

At this moment, his face was covered in dirt, his eyes were unfocused; where was there any trace of an elite assassin?

"You... what exactly do you want?"

Onizuka looked at Lin Fan in despair.

He would rather die than face this demon again.

"Don't be nervous."

Lin Fan squatted down, a warm smile on his face.

He reached out and patted Onizuka's dust-covered face.

"I am a person who values integrity in business."

"Since you traveled so far to bring me business, I can't treat you unfairly."

Lin Fan took out a small notebook from his bosom and began to record seriously.

"Look."

"Your ninjutsu, although a bit trashy, should be of interest to many people if extracted and made into skill book blind boxes."

"Especially that Shadow Clone, many otaku customers will definitely like it."

"And these eyes of yours, although not a dojutsu, have plenty of killing intent; they would be good for making deterrent props."

"As for your body..."

Lin Fan looked him up and down, his eyes becoming somewhat fanatical.

"A Grandmaster Level physical body, good bone density, can be used as material for artifact refining."

"The blood can extract essence to make blood-burst potions."

"Truly... the whole body is a treasure."

Listening to Lin Fan's muttering, Onizuka felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet to his scalp.

He wasn't joking.

He was really thinking about how to dismantle and utilize him!

"Kill me..."

Onizuka said, trembling.

"I beg you, kill me..."

As a strictly trained death soldier, he was never afraid of death.

But he was afraid that after death, even his corpse would be made into a blind box, taken by those lowly humans to play with and trade.

For a warrior, this was a humiliation worse than death.

"Don't be in such a rush."

Lin Fan closed the notebook and stood up.

At this time, the battle over there had also ended.

Tang Si walked over, dragging the five half-dead ninjas, and threw them on the ground like trash.

"All done."

Tang Si wiped his sweat, his eyes looking at Lin Fan somewhat complicatedly.

"Lin Fan, are you really going to..."

Although Tang Si also hated these assassins, Lin Fan's behavior of wanting to turn people into blind boxes still made him feel a sense of physical discomfort.

"Young Master Tang, look at the big picture."

Lin Fan patted Tang Si's shoulder earnestly.

"Toward the enemy, mercy is cruelty to oneself."

"And, think about it."

"If we turn these Japanese elites into blind boxes and sell them to the martial artists of the Dragon Kingdom."

"Let our martial artists use their ninjutsu and their weapons to kill the people of Sakura Country in return."

"Isn't this an ultimate art?"

"Isn't this the greatest revenge against them?"

Lin Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it was full of incitement.

Tang Si was stunned for a moment.

He imagined that scene.

On the battlefield of the Dragon Kingdom, thousands of martial artists, using the ninjutsu opened from blind boxes, beat the Japanese army to a pulp.

And the source of all this was these few unlucky guys in front of him.

"Holy crap..."

Tang Si couldn't help but curse.

"Your move... is too devious."

"But... it's damn exciting!"

The discomfort in Tang Si's eyes disappeared, replaced by a sense of vengeful pleasure.

"That's right."

Lin Fan smiled.

He turned around and looked at the six "materials" on the ground who were already completely desperate.

He waved his hand.

"System, get to work."

"Pack all these guys up!"

Hum!

A light that only Lin Fan could see flashed by.

The six figures on the ground instantly disappeared.

In their place were six black blind boxes emitting a strange aura that appeared in Lin Fan's system space.

[Special blind box: Sorrow of Sakura Country (A-rank)]

[Introduction: Made from elite Japanese Jonin, containing their life's ninjutsu essence and resentment.]

[Possible items: A-rank ninjutsu scrolls, poisoned weapons, assassination insights, and... some indescribable special props.]

"Done and dusted."

Lin Fan clapped his hands, looking satisfied.

This "hunt" not only resolved a wave of hidden dangers but also yielded six top-quality blind boxes.

It was a huge profit.

"Let's go, Young Master Tang."

Lin Fan was in a great mood and walked back with his arm around Tang Si's shoulder.

"I'll treat you to hot pot when we get back."

"This time I want to eat meat! The kind that's all meat!" Tang Si said viciously.

"No problem, all you can eat!"

The two walked away with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Leaving behind the chaotic Rocky Forest, which witnessed the unilateral "hunt" just now.

And with the disappearance of these assassins.

A larger layout against Sakura Country had just begun.

Lin Fan touched the hot blind boxes in his pocket.

He couldn't wait to see what kind of sensation would be caused when these blind boxes hit the market.

"Sakura Country..."

"Since you like giving gifts so much, I'll accept them without being polite."

"I hope your inventory is rich enough."