I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2349 - 1492: Guanyin, Save Me!

What precisely constitutes a Death Warrior?

It refers to an individual who would readily face peril and adversity for their family's prosperity, prepared to relinquish everything, even their very existence.

That is the essence of a Death Warrior!

Such a designation is certainly not confined to those of low social standing.

Within Japanese societal norms, females have historically been regarded as subservient beings, instruments for perpetuating the lineage. As such, they could face sacrifice at any given moment.

Consequently.

Fujiwara Reiki's declaration may hold genuine truth.

She, too, is undeniably a "Death Warrior" for the Fujiwara Family, albeit their most treasured one, expected to make the ultimate sacrifice for the clan when the situation demands.

However, the tapestry of fate is often unpredictable.

Through her own astuteness and actions, she managed to circumvent her preordained destiny, transcending the role of a mere pawn to become the strategist wielding the game pieces.

This is the underlying reason for her remarkable composure.

When confronted with the precipice of life and death, a state of calmness cannot be solely a product of sheer willpower; it must be firmly anchored in a bedrock of unshakeable confidence.

Jiang Chen perceived this realization with a touch of tardiness.

It now became apparent why she had displayed such remarkable agility while scaling the wall earlier.

While easily overlooked when one isn't paying close attention, upon reflection, there were evident "imperfections" scattered throughout her movements.

"To be boasting at this juncture could very well seal your fate."

Although he held a degree of belief in her heart, his words retained a cautious edge as Jiang Chen voiced his skepticism, all the while discretely tallying the number of adversaries.

Nevertheless.

The sheer density of their numbers presented a considerable challenge.

It was genuinely arduous to ascertain their exact count within such a brief span.

"Then, let us engage in a competition, Jiang Sang."

"What manner of contest do you propose?"

"We shall determine who can vanquish more combatants."

As she articulated these words, Fujiwara Reiki made a fluid gesture with the weapon she held, her wrist executing a swift flip. The formidable blade shimmered with an icy luminescence, moving with an effortless grace.

Tss—

There was an undeniable presence to it.

Jiang Chen’s skepticism began to dissipate.

Should this "Demoness" indeed be a concealed master of combat, it could only serve to their advantage.

A potential liability evolving into a potent asset for battle, significantly augmenting their probability of achieving a successful breakthrough – the allure of such potential was potent at this very instant.

"The young lady shall remain."

The unfolding reality bore little resemblance to a cinematic production. Witnessing the pair seemingly engaged in prolonged "flirtation," regardless of whether Jiang Chen and his female associate found it cringe-inducing or not, the onlookers could no longer tolerate the display.

An individual of foreign descent gestured coldly with their hand, akin to a predatory wolf leading its pack.

Their objective was annihilation, not passive observation.

The meticulously prepared foreign assailants, like a swarm of wolves and tigers, commenced their charge in rapid succession.

No war cries erupted.

Yet, the intense fervor of the conflict unfolded in an unnerving silence.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Darts were deployed!

More darts rained down!

Projectiles of cold steel flew from the rear, slicing through the darkness of the night. They resembled guided munitions, whistling past Jiang Chen and Fujiwara Reiki, their trajectories filled with ferocious momentum as they plunged into the enemy ranks. If the footage were to be slowed down, it would undoubtedly resemble a special effect from a blockbuster film!

Not a single combatant was knocked off their feet.

The forces allied with Jiang Chen comprised elite seasoned warriors, and their adversaries were far from ordinary.

Astonishing!

Observing the unfolding spectacle, even the exceptionally perceptive Jiang Chen couldn't suppress a twitch of his eye.

These foreign combatants eschewed mere brute force, opting instead to employ their intellect!

That was precisely correct.

Their intellect!

Several among them swiftly produced devices resembling portable bricks, activating them with a press of a button, causing these "bricks" to emit a brilliant luminescence.

"Pop pop pop..."

Naturally, they weren't utilizing these bricks to intercept the flying darts – that would be far too fantastical an image. However, as the lights illuminated the air, a distortion seemed to occur, and the airborne darts, behaving like insects drawn to a flame, abruptly altered their course, homing in on these glowing, mysterious contraptions.

A sudden flash of enlightenment struck Jiang Chen.

Those objects were decidedly not bricks.

They were, unmistakably, powerful magnets!

Remarkable!

Indeed, it is absolutely vital to remain abreast of contemporary advancements!

The methods of ancient ninjas had become outdated with the passage of time; the present era belonged to cyberpunk.

All incoming darts were effectively "confiscated."

Within the visual perception of the foreign combatants, a distinct sense of derision was palpable.

Why the amusement?

Was a direct confrontation desired?

The primary efficacy of hidden weapons lies in their element of surprise, and altering the fundamental course of a battle is definitively beyond their capability. Witnessing the futility of the darts, Boss Jiang's sharp mind ignited. Simultaneously, Fujiwara Reiki tilted her head, swiftly retrieving a restricted blade from the ground and launching it with the precision of a javelin.

Her arm executed a full, decisive arc, its trajectory unwavering!

"Swoosh."

The powerful magnets were immediately deactivated.

While small darts presented little issue, the attraction of such a substantial blade could easily precipitate unforeseen accidents. What if it were to strike one of their own?

Fujiwara Reiki emitted a soft, amused chuckle, showing no contempt towards the "clever" adversaries.

"It commences now."

Her voice carried a teasing undertone, and a subtle fragrance wafted through the air. Jiang Chen could barely register her movement, catching only a fleeting glimpse of a shadow darting forward.

Rather than retreating, she surged ahead!

"Bang!"

With her customary charming smile, yet eyes utterly lacking in warmth, Fujiwara Reiki surged alone into the enemy ranks. Engaging her first adversary, her slender waist contorted in rhythm with her weapon's dance through the darkness, a diagonal slash tearing through the night!

Fierce sparks ignited the air.

The foreign fighter reacted with speed, raising his blade to parry, but despite his robust build, he faltered under the sheer power of the woman's assault. His knees buckled without his consent, forcing the back of his knife against his own shoulder.

"Farewell."

"Tch..." Fujiwara Reiki shifted her trajectory from a slash to a slice, her wrist a blur as she twisted the blade. It scraped against her opponent's weapon, emitting a piercing shriek, and then—

"Whoa!"

A spectacular head ascended into the heavens, becoming the most stunning decoration against the night sky.

The severed body, like a malfunctioning faucet, spewed blood from its neck, thoroughly drenching several of the foreign attackers.

Medical knowledge suggests that all senses persist for a brief period after death before inevitably fading, implying that from the detached head's aerial vantage point, the world must have been in a state of continuous, dizzying upheaval.

Fujiwara Reiki pressed onward, her transformation complete from an elegant beauty into a ferocious demon of slaughter, radiating an allure that transcended the ordinary.