As a ninja raised by the Hatoyama family, even with a gun pointed at him, he couldn't sit and watch as his master encountered a mishap right before his eyes, so he recklessly charged forward.
If he had to die, it must be in front of Hatoyama Yuchi.
In the night, two figures collided, dagger against long sword, the clash of blades sparked bursts of sparks.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged several moves. Hattori Kazuya's long sword was exceptionally fierce and fast, each strike aimed at Xiao Wu's head and throat, with no intention of defense.
He knew the Huaxia youth opposite him was highly skilled, so he sought mutual destruction rather than self-preservation.
Xiao Wu's gaze sharpened, showing no fear, and chose to face his opponent head-on.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
After several collisions, Xiao Wu finally found an opportunity. In the instant Hattori Kazuya's sword aimed at his face, he lowered his body and used the momentum of his opponent's swing to lunge forward.
