Chapter Eighty-Three Won't Hurt

  The night color became more crimson, as if it had also sensed some kind of evil aura and produced a resonance.

  A low growl.

  The black-clad female ninja closed her eyes, then suddenly opened them, and a bright light flashed in her gaze. The evil red glow emanated from the hilt of the ghostly blade in her hand, also emitting a blood-red overlapping glow. After her low, mournful cries, the blood-red ghostly blade suddenly split into two, with one knife in each hand, transforming into the Niten Ichi Ryu style of the Eastern Ocean school.

  Niten Ichi Ryu, the ultimate sword technique in the East, most Eastern swordsmen use one sword, and few can wield two swords at the same time, because wielding two swords is much more difficult than using one, and sometimes may even accidentally injure oneself.

  Niten Ichi Ryu... In the tranquil eyes of Mandara, there was an unparalleled calmness, quietly gazing at the black-clad female ninja's hands holding the crimson blade known as the terrifying Oni- no-Katana. The serene pupils seemed to be searching for a possible subtle weakness.

  Even a single thread of weakness, Mandrake would not let go, because she is an A-class heteromorphic species with super-sensitive perception that surpasses ordinary people by several times.

  A flash of crimson, the black-clad female ninja's face swept across a thread of cold smile, her pair of red eyes gazing at the motionless Mandara as if she were prey. She smiled coldly and said: "Standing still, could it be... you've come to your senses? Could it be that under the Two Swords Style, you still intend to fight me one-on-one?"

  "Yes, I have the determination to kill you. To deal with you, one person is enough, and there's no need for the military police to take action! The strength of the military police is not something that someone like you can handle." Mandala stood quietly, tightly grasping the Cicada Wing Blade in her hand, her eyes calm and serene as if she didn't care whether this ghostly knife was a one-hit kill or a two-stage flow.

  The black-clad female ninja had a cold, exceptionally confident smile at the corner of her mouth. She furrowed her brow slightly and muttered a curse in Japanese, her hands tightly grasping two blood-stained blades with the edges facing upwards, pointing towards the sky. With a low growl, she unleashed a massive aura, her body suddenly spinning at high speed, the twin blades dancing in a linked motion, weaving up and down, converging into a single point before slashing downwards towards Mandala's twin blades.

  Clang...

  The two clashed again! A faint sonic boom burst out!

  Mantra's expression didn't change, with one hand grasping the cicada wing blade, she barely managed to withstand the danger of the blade breaking. She forcibly received this crazy and violent slash from top to bottom, and again there was a crisp sound of weapons colliding, echoing in this vast oasis.

  The cicada wing blade actually appeared with a gap under the opponent's fierce and violent slashing, while Mandrake was still quietly staring at the black-clothed female ninja. In the eyes of both, there was no other intention but to cut each other down with their blades!

  The black-clad female ninja let out a low growl, increasing her strength, but was soon shocked to find that Mandara's power was also gradually rising.

  *gulp*...

  The cicada wing blade cracked open another mouthful, and if the cicada wing blade came again, it would probably really break off.

  "Your sword is about to break." The black-clothed female ninja said with a cold laugh.

  "It won't break." Mandala said calmly.

  Mandala's eyes were cold and detached, her mouth let out a loud shout, another palm suddenly shot out, with great force pushing against the black-clothed female ninja's shoulder. An irresistible impact sent the black-clothed female ninja flying out, retreating dozens of steps before barely managing to steady herself.

  The black-clothed female ninja was shocked, never having thought that under her own immense pressure, Mandrake's other hand still had spare energy. The black-clothed female ninja gathered up the mind that had been disturbed by her opponent, and with a slash of her twin blades towards the ground, she burst out with an imposing aura, and beneath the earth, the blade energy actually tunneled through the soil.

  "Niten Ichi-ryū ōgi! Kiba no Ha Burai!" The black-clad female ninja's bizarre stance, bizarre sword angle, and bizarre air blade earth evasion, accompanied by a low growl, her hands gripping the twin swords in reverse, struck the ground with a flurry of slashes. In an instant, the grass skin was slashed open, revealing a fissure, as ten red air blades burst forth from the ground, charging towards the Mandala formation from different directions.

  Mandala stepped back, furrowed his brow, and calmly ignored the impact of the other nine air blades on the ground. With one arm spraying blood, he crossed over one of the air blades in an instant and rushed to the front of the black-clothed female ninja. The black-clothed female ninja was flustered and disheveled, and her double knives were chopped out. Due to the use of the previous move, Mandala's strength had greatly decreased and had not yet recovered. With just one chop, he pushed open the opponent's double knives. Mandala stretched out his remaining hand, pinched the black-clothed female ninja's neck, and directly lifted her up.

  The black-clad female ninja was in a state of panic, kicking wildly in mid-air.

  "You... you're not even human. You'd rather break off an arm to get close to me." The black-clothed female ninja struggled, glancing askew at Mandrake's severed arm as she barely managed to force out these words from her throat.

  "It's nothing to break one arm. As for me not being human, you found out too late." Mandrake's eyes were calm and her hand tightened, with a sudden crackling sound, she snapped the black-clothed female ninja's neck, the black-clothed female ninja let out a "huh" sound, her eyes widened, and she lost consciousness. The evil red-glowing dagger in her hand also fell to the ground, inserted into the earth, and instantly lost its eerie glow.

  Mandala loosened the black-clad female ninja's grip on her neck, hugged the corpse and threw it out, rolling far away on the ground. Then, Mandala walked towards her severed arm, picked it up, and threw it into the lake, splashing a few ripples, as if it wasn't her own arm.

  Covering her mouth quietly, a pang in her heart, a hint of worry flashed in her eyes. She quickly ran to Man Tuo Luo's side and looked at his right arm which was still bleeding, severed from the shoulder down.

  She quietly shed tears, took off her own jacket, carefully bandaged the broken shoulder of Mandala, and the bleeding stopped in an instant.

  "It's all right, it will grow back." Mandala calmly said to Anji.

  "Doesn't it hurt?" she said quietly, sobbing.

  "It doesn't hurt! I don't feel any pain." Mantra calmly said this sentence, but there was a hint of unknown emotion.

  Li Ling let out a faint sigh, knowing that the alien species were a special breed that had been implanted with the DNA of the Arm of God. They couldn't feel pain, their heart rate remained constant at all times, and their brain thinking was forever fixed in a patterned mode!

  They have no feeling of pain, no feeling of rapid heartbeat, and are unaware of the seven emotions and six desires.

  If being a god is like this, who would still want to be one?

  Li Ling gazed up at the starry night sky and let out a faint sigh, then looked down at the corpse of the black-clad female ninja who had been killed by Mandrake and let out another faint sigh.

  Then, a wisp of smoke emerged from the grass thicket, and the corpse of the black-clad female ninja gradually dissolved into blood. It seemed that these ninjas had injected some kind of corrosive liquid into their bodies before death to keep secrets safe after they died.