155: Chapter 155 Grandmaster Experience Card

The villa's main gate was directly shattered by a violent surge of blade qi.

Amidst flying wood splinters, Onikiri's figure slowly walked inside.

The long blade on his back was already unsheathed.

The blade was pitch black, entwined with visible resentment as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing.

Demon Blade Muramasa.

Although it was only a replica, it was still enough to cut through steel and tear apart souls.

Behind him, the remaining eight ninjas filed in, quickly taking up advantageous positions in the living room and surrounding Lin Fan and the others.

Onikiri didn't look at his subordinates lying on the ground.

To him, trash had no value in existing.

His gaze was fixed intently on Lin Fan; for the first time, a hint of solemnity appeared in those dead-fish eyes that had previously been devoid of emotion.

"You knew we were coming all along."

This wasn't a question, but a statement.

Lin Fan shrugged and casually tossed the unfinished bag of chips onto the coffee table.

"That's not important."

"What's important is that since you've come, don't even think about leaving."

Onikiri sneered, his voice sounding like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing together.

"With just this motley crew?"

His gaze swept over Qin Feng and the others.

Although the previous outburst had indeed surprised him slightly, he quickly saw through their true capabilities.

A bunch of Martial Masters, and some were even rookies who had only just broken through.

No matter how many there were, in front of a Peak Grandmaster, they were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

"Kill them all."

Onikiri gave the order indifferently.

Since they were exposed, he would just kill them by force.

As long as the battle was finished within three minutes, it wouldn't be too late.

The eight ninjas moved simultaneously.

Their speed was extreme, and the ninja blades in their hands turned into streaks of cold light, weaving into a massive net of death.

"Now!"

Lin Fan snapped his fingers.

"Open the boxes!"

Qin Feng and the others didn't hesitate, simultaneously crushing the black boxes in their hands.

Crack!

The crisp sounds of shattering rang out in unison.

Immediately following that.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure erupted from the ten of them.

Qin Feng, who was originally only at the Martial Master Realm, was suddenly wreathed in violent purple lightning.

His hair stood on end, thunder surged in his eyes, and his aura skyrocketed at an illogical speed.

Third-stage Martial Master... Ninth-stage Martial Master... First-stage Grandmaster!

It wasn't just him.

The tall and thin Zhao Ji had wind under his feet, turning into an afterimage so fast that even Onikiri's eyes could barely keep up.

The burly man's skin instantly turned a rocky grayish-white, emitting an aura as heavy as a mountain.

Ten people.

Ten pillars of light shot up into the sky.

Illuminating the entire villa as if it were broad daylight.

Ten... Grandmasters!

Although this aura was somewhat unstable and the power didn't belong to them...

At this moment...

They were genuine Grandmaster-level powerhouses!

"This... this is impossible!"

The sneer on Onikiri's face instantly froze, replaced by a ghost-seeing terror.

This completely subverted his understanding.

Martial arts cultivation is done step by step.

He had never heard of any method that could make someone leap across an entire major realm, going directly from Martial Master to Grandmaster!

And ten people breaking through at the same time!

This is f*cking unscientific!

"Nothing is impossible."

Qin Feng felt the power within him that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth, trembling with excitement.

Is this what it feels like to be a Grandmaster?

This is awesome!

"Brothers! Let's kill these bastards!"

Qin Feng roared, the lightning in his hand transforming into a spear as he thrust it directly at a ninja.

"Lightning: Army Breaker!"

Boom!

The ninja tried to parry with his blade.

But in the face of the violent lightning power, the steel-forged ninja blade melted instantly like it was made of paper.

Then his arm, then his body.

"Ahhh!!!"

Amidst the screams, the ninja was blasted into charcoal.

An instant kill.

The battle situation instantly reversed.

The ninjas who were originally the hunters had now become pitiful prey.

Zhao Ji's figure darted through the crowd, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

With every pause, a ninja would collapse while clutching their throat.

The rocky burly man ignored the ninjas' attacks and charged into the crowd like a tank, grabbing two ninjas' heads and slamming them together.

Bang!

Red and white matter splattered.

In less than ten seconds.

Except for Onikiri, all the ninjas were killed.

Severed limbs were everywhere in the living room, and the smell of blood was so strong it was nauseating.

Onikiri stood among the corpses, the hand holding his blade trembling slightly.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen big scenes before.

But he had never seen a scene this bizarre.

These students were weaklings just a moment ago; how did they suddenly turn into ferocious beasts?

"Your turn."

Lin Fan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, even finding the leisure to pick up the remote and change the channel.

"An S-rank assassin, right?"

"A demon blade, right?"

"Come on, give me a smile."

Onikiri took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.

After all, he was a top-tier assassin who had survived a hundred battles.

Although the situation was out of control, he still had a trump card.

"Playing tricks!"

"This kind of forcibly boosted power definitely won't last long!"

"As long as I stall for time, you'll be the ones who die!"

Onikiri roared, fiercely swinging the demon blade in his hand.

"Secret Sword: Ghost Cry!"

Countless black vengeful spirits poured out of the blade, forming a giant ghost face that lunged toward Qin Feng and the others.

This was a mental attack.

Once possessed by the vengeful spirits, one would fall into endless hallucinations, left at the mercy of others.

However...

Before the ghost face could even reach them...

A golden flame suddenly shot out from Lin Fan.

Poof!

The terrifying ghost face, upon contact with the golden flame, acted as if it had met its nemesis; it let out a shrill scream and instantly dissipated.

S-Rank Talent, Divine Ember Flame.

It specifically countered all evil.

"Flashy but useless."

Lin Fan curled his lip.

"Qin Feng, stop playing around."

"The experience card's time is precious; finish this quickly."

"You got it!"

Qin Feng and the others exchanged glances and surrounded Onikiri simultaneously.

Ten against one.

Furthermore, it was ten cheating Grandmasters against one whose mental state had already collapsed.

The outcome was never in doubt.

This was a righteous gang-beating.

"Thunderous Might!"

"Storm Continuous Slash!"

"Mount Tai Pressure!"

Spiritual energy of various colors submerged Onikiri.

He desperately swung his demon blade to block, but under such a dense offensive, it was completely futile.

Clang!

A crisp sound.

The demon blade named "Muramasa" was smashed into two pieces by a single punch from the rocky burly man.

Immediately after.

Qin Feng's lightning spear pierced through his shoulder.

Zhao Ji's wind blades severed his hamstrings.

"Ahhh!!!"

Onikiri let out a desperate scream and fell to his knees.

The bandages on his body all burst apart, revealing a scarred body underneath.

At this moment, he was covered in blood, his aura withered to the extreme.

There wasn't a shred of his former S-rank assassin prestige left.

"That's it?"

Qin Feng retracted his lightning, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

The light on his body began to flicker—a sign that the Grandmaster Experience Card was about to expire.

These experience cards from blind boxes lasted anywhere from ten seconds to a minute.

Though short, it was enough for a burst of power.

"Alright, leave him with a breath of life."

Lin Fan stood up and walked over to Onikiri.

He looked down at the once-arrogant assassin.

"I originally wanted to turn you into a blind box."

"But on second thought, you're more valuable alive than dead."

Lin Fan crouched down and grabbed Onikiri's hair, forcing him to look up.

"Go back and tell that Major General and your higher-ups in Sakura Country."

"I've noted this debt."

"I'll collect the interest slowly."

"As for the principal..."

A cold killing intent flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.

"Sooner or later, I will go to Sakura Country and take it personally."

After saying that...

Lin Fan snapped his fingers.

"Clean up the battlefield."

"Pack this guy up and send him to Instructor Lei."

"Tell him it's a... greeting gift from our Blind Box Society to the military."

Qin Feng and the others responded excitedly and began skillfully processing the scene.

Searching bodies, tying them up, and cleaning bloodstains.

Their movements were so practiced it was almost pitiful.

Lin Fan walked to the shattered doorway, watching the night gradually dissipate outside.

In the distance, the faint sound of sirens and noisy footsteps could be heard.

It was the slow-reacting patrol team finally arriving.

"Is it over?"

Qin Feng came over, leaning against the wall with some exhaustion.

The side effects of the experience card began to show; his whole body was sore as if he had been hollowed out.

"Over?"

Lin Fan shook his head, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"No."

"This is just the beginning."

"After tonight, the name of the Blind Box Society will truly be established."

"From now on, our business..."

Lin Fan glanced back at the room full of spoils of war.

...will only become more and more prosperous."

The night wind blew.

Carrying a hint of blood, but also a glimmer of dawn.

Lin Fan stood in the wind, his silhouette appearing exceptionally tall.

And in the shadows behind him...

Wang Chenguang, who had not shown his face the entire time, watched this scene with eyes full of fanatical worship.

This was his master.