Chapter 3335

The backstage was a straight, lengthy passage, overall shaped like two Y letters joined tail-to-tail, with two entrances at the front and two exits at the back.

Although there were two entrances and exits, the middle section offered no escape route; although many rooms lined the sides, none led outside, and due to the uniform exterior of the arena, the backstage rooms had windows that could not be opened, so being blocked in the middle by two groups of warriors meant there was basically no way to escape.

The Japanese warriors' combat prowess was not inferior to that of ninjas; with so many attacking from front and back and no heavy weapons available, escape was basically impossible.

Aside from Ye Chen and Fei Kexin, everyone's faces were ashen with despair, and even the ever-confident Mitsui Yoshitaka now felt a premonition that he might die here today.

At the critical moment, a glint of cold light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes as he loudly questioned the already-terrified Mitsui Yoshitaka: "If I kill someone here, can you cover for me?!"

"Huh? Wh... what?!" Mitsui Yoshitaka, already frightened into mental sluggishness, was stunned by Ye Chen's bizarre question, his mind going blank as he muttered: "You... you just said what?"

Seeing his pathetic state, Ye Chen flared with anger.

In this day and age, you really can't trust any second-generation rich kid.

Even if he controls trillions in wealth and looks respectable, without direct contact, you can't gauge his true capabilities.

Judging by Mitsui Yoshitaka's reaction, it's clear he's never faced any major storms.

Think about it: the Mitsui family, now penetrating every industry in Japan, had already risen a century ago; the family head back then surely had some ability, but Mitsui Yoshitaka is still under fifty—push his age a bit and you'll see he's never experienced any major turmoil; he wasn't around during WWII, nor during postwar recovery, and by the time he was born, Japan had already completed postwar recovery and begun its rise under American support.

When Mitsui Yoshitaka was born, his family enjoyed luxurious living and peace abroad; at that time, Japanese people no longer shouted "Baka yarou" loudly everywhere, but instead whispered "Sumimasen" softly.

When he was in elementary school, although Japan had been hit by the Plaza Accord, his age and family background meant it affected him nothing; by the time he finished university and began being groomed as heir as the eldest son, the Mitsui family had already been the top of Japan for decades, so everyone naturally treated him with utmost respect, and he had sailed smoothly to this point—where had he ever encountered such a dangerous situation as today?

Seeing this old fool so flustered he couldn't speak clearly, Ye Chen slapped him hard across the face with a resounding smack that made him stagger; had it not been for Mitsui Kokomi supporting him, he might have been knocked to the ground by Ye Chen's slap.

From childhood to old age, Mitsui Yoshitaka had never been slapped before, but now he was scared witless; being slapped awake by Ye Chen, he didn't even have the presence of mind to be angry, instead asking in a wronged tone: "Mr. Ye... at this point, why are you still hitting me?"

Seeing the two groups of warriors raise their swords and advance halfway, Ye Chen shouted fiercely: "I'm asking you, in this place I kill people, do you fucking cover or not?!"

Mitsui Yoshitaka's brain, just cleared by the slap, instantly fogged over again.

Damn it! What the hell is this?

Everyone's about to be hacked into minced meat by the warriors' swords, and you're asking me whether I can cover for your killing—do you really want to kill these warriors too?

It's like everyone's trapped in the wilderness, starving to death, and you're asking me whether I'd rather eat lobster or abalone—have you gone mad?

Seeing her father useless at this critical moment, Mitsui Kokomi immediately said to Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, as long as everyone survives today, even if you level the arena, Oda-san must settle it, otherwise I'll cut ties with him as father and daughter!"

Mitsui Yoshitaka panicked and blurted: "Kokomi, you..."

Ye Chen instantly glared at him and said coldly: "Shut up!"

After speaking, he flicked his wrist, and the eyebrow pencils, eyeliners, and lipsticks previously hidden in his sleeve were now clamped between his ten fingers.

Meanwhile, the warriors had already advanced to close range, with the leading ones beginning to withdraw their swords overhead, preparing to strike.

Mitsui Yoshitaka trembled with fear, his body going limp, but he still struggled to push open the door to the dressing room behind him, knowing the wooden door couldn't block a warrior's sword, yet thinking that even an extra second of life was better.

But just as he opened the door and prepared to flee inside, Mitsui Kokomi grabbed his limp body and pulled him back, coldly warning: "Oda-san has already lost enough face today; at this crucial moment, please preserve some dignity for yourself!"

Mitsui Yoshitaka was utterly depressed and snapped: "What dignity? The Ye surname will soon be minced meat by these warriors!"

As his words fell, the sound of breaking air came simultaneously from both ears!

Countless cold lights descended from the sky, reflecting the ceiling lights, dazzling the eyes.

At that moment, Ye Chen suddenly flung his arms outward to both sides, and the sharp sound of breaking air shot forward rapidly, like a fighter jet skimming past the ears.

Immediately after, the chaotic light reflections from the warriors' swords vanished instantly, followed by the sound of metal clattering to the ground—ding-ling-ling, clank—and the sound of bodies falling.

Everyone stared in shock, their souls nearly fleeing their bodies from the sight before them.

Only then did they see that the sword-wielding warriors charging from the left and right, those at the very front, had instantly collapsed like wheat before a reaper.

Even more horrifying, each of them had a colorful plastic cylinder embedded in their forehead!

Looking closely, they were all high-end cosmetics used by women.

At that moment, Ye Chen flicked his wrist again, and several more cosmetics were clamped between his fingers.

Only then did everyone realize: those who had fallen were slain by Ye Chen's thrown cosmetics!

They knew no one who had ever seen such a terrifying killing method—not even Fei Kexin.

But for Fei Kexin, she was long used to it; she knew Ye Chen possessed abilities beyond ordinary comprehension, and after being shocked too many times, her nerves had naturally gone numb.

Yet this horrifying scene that shocked everyone was actually the result of Ye Chen deliberately holding back ninety percent of his power.

He merely infused a little spiritual energy into those cosmetics, then used spiritual energy to fling them out to kill the enemy.

If he raised his spiritual energy to over thirty percent, the fallen wouldn't just be those in the front—it would pierce straight through and kill all thirty-plus people on both sides.

And Ye Chen held back mainly to avoid overexposing himself in front of people he wasn't familiar with.

Even so, the Mitsui family, Tawana, and Trevor had already stared wide-eyed, and when they looked at Ye Chen again, their eyes seemed to behold a deity descending to earth!

The feeling was in no way inferior to when Hong Wu and others first witnessed Ye Chen summon heavenly thunder!