Chapter 337: Their Coordination Was Perfectly Synchronized

The seven ninjas moved with extraordinary synergy, forming a triangular formation that balanced offense and defense, leaving Ge Ge Silin overwhelmed!

"Heh, Eastern ninjutsu really has some substance."

After watching two moves, Zelnykov let out a mocking laugh, then suddenly launched himself upward!

A withered leaf flicked from his hand, piercing straight and true into the throat of one ninja!

A crimson blossom of blood erupted from the ninja's neck, and he collapsed limply to the ground!

Instantly, Zelnykov's form blurred like a phantom, shifting again!

Boom!

One ninja's kneecap was kicked, and he dropped to his knees!

"His movement… how fast is that…?"

The ninja had barely thought "653" when a flying dagger stabbed through his throat!

Immediately, a spray of blood spurted out, staining the pine forest red.

Five seconds later, all seven ninjas were dead.

Ge Ge Silin sheathed her bow and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

"How did you learn this movement technique?" Zelnykov asked. "Isn't this traditional ancient martial arts?"

"I learned it from a scroll Apollo gave me," Ge Ge Silin replied with a smile.

"So that's how it is. Where's this scroll? Let me borrow it for reference," Zelnykov chuckled.

"I won't tell you," Ge Ge Silin said, then dissolved into a wisp of blue smoke and vanished into the forest.

After Ge Ge Silin left, Zelnykov looked around and said, "Hey, Lao Tian, look—your disciple not only has a great figure and looks, she'd make a perfect daughter-in-law…"

If Kuchiki Senya had heard that, he would've thrown Zelnykov out to be eaten by dogs immediately.

But at that moment, a fierce, violent gust of wind suddenly swept past Zelnykov's ear!

Kuchiki Senya had indeed heard!

This terrified the old rogue so badly his hairs stood on end and his skin erupted in goosebumps!

He tried to leap up, but his feet had barely left the ground when the wind struck—crashing hard into Zelnykov's chest!

The old bastard spat blood and slammed heavily onto the ground!

At the same time, a dark shadow slowly emerged from the shadows, appearing before Zelnykov's eyes!

"You old bastard, how dare you spy on me!"

Zelnykov cursed and scrambled to rise.

But this time, he had no chance to stand—because a blade pressed against his back!

And now, the dark figure finally revealed his face slowly.

He was a man around forty, bearded, resembling a retired soldier, yet he possessed eyes of startling depth and blue.

Seeing the man, Zelnykov froze, as if he didn't recognize him: "Who are you?"

His gaze became solemn.

For from the man's piercing, ruthless eyes, Zelnykov sensed danger.

"Mr. Zelnykov," the man said calmly, "I've long heard of your name. Today's meeting proves your reputation is well-deserved."

"Pleasure, pleasure," Zelnykov chuckled. "But may I ask what brings you here?"

"Nothing in particular—just a chance encounter," the man said, his tone steady.