I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2350 - 1492: Guanyin, Save Me! (2)

Jiang Chen felt a touch of bewilderment.

This, then, was the true meaning of 'most alluring and most dangerous.'

Reflecting on the past instances where the opponent had been subjected to 'abuse'...

Should he be offering them thanks for their restraint?

"Swish—"

Another figure zipped past.

It was Sakura.

Indeed.

As a Death Warrior, how could she possibly permit her master to face danger alone?

While technological weaponry rendered her deadly darts less effective, was a genius Ninja's skill truly confined to ranged assaults?

One should never underestimate the capabilities of women.

Observe them.

Those seemingly fragile maidens, who were fond of idle chatter, now appeared utterly captivating.

Witnessing the crimson blossoms unfurl, painting the nocturnal landscape, Jiang Chen was overcome with a complex tapestry of emotions.

Why was it that the women he encountered invariably possessed such formidable natures?

"Mr. Jiang, behind you!"

Accompanying the booming cry of the Golden Lion King, the pursuing adversaries who had scaled the wall drew nearer.

With no time for idle contemplation, Jiang Chen swiftly surveyed the Four Great Kings, noting their heavy breaths and thoroughly battered states.

"Let us cease lingering in combat and break through together!"

"Yes, sir!"

Gripping his Triangular Military Dagger, Jiang Chen spearheaded the Four Great Kings in a ferocious charge against the enemy ranks that sought to impede them. Though outnumbered, their decisive action alleviated some of the pressure on Fujiwara Reiki and her retinue.

"I had thought Jiang Sang would concede defeat."

Despite not being a fragile damsel, nor an invincible Super Saiyan, Fujiwara Reiki found her forehead glistening with perspiration after the intense engagement. The ordeal was taxing not only her physical stamina but also her mental fortitude amidst the clutches of life and death.

"What caliber of Death Warrior are you?"

Someone thoughtfully advanced towards her, unable to resist a playful inquiry.

"Undoubtedly not as proficient as Sakura."

As she uttered these words, another adversary was grievously wounded. Fujiwara Reiki’s blade swept downward from her opponent’s left chest to their abdomen, tearing through flesh. It is said that perishing amidst peonies lends a romantic air even to the deceased, yet the fierce glint in her eyes, concealed beneath her helmet, betrayed no hint of intoxication.

Still, these foreign combatants proved remarkably resilient.

Sustaining such grievous injuries, they emitted not a single whimper, surely indicating the complete depletion of their combat capabilities.

"Five to zero. Jiang Sang, you had best intensify your efforts."

A spatter of crimson graced Fujiwara Reiki’s cheek, momentarily catching Jiang Chen’s peripheral vision!

"Five to one."

Fujiwara Reiki turned at the sound, her gaze falling upon an attacker emerging from behind. Jiang Chen intervened, both combatants engaging in close-quarters strife as Jiang Chen unleashed a powerful kick towards the opponent’s midsection.

The foreign assailant immediately lost footing, stumbling backward.

Propelling someone a hundred thousand miles with a single kick was an unrealistic notion. Every individual's inherent talent was a factor. Jiang Chen firmly believed that diligent practice could compensate for a lack of innate martial prowess; he could not measure up to those blessed with extraordinary gifts. Were his Daoist Sister present, even solid marble would crumble, let alone human flesh.

With her elegant leg striking, this foreigner might very well encounter the divine grace of Holy Mother Mary.

But it mattered not.

Jiang Chen was not fighting alone.

"Puch!"

The tip of the blade plunged from behind, a swift maneuver by the White Eyebrow Eagle King, completing the tacit understanding shared with Jiang Chen.

To forestall any counterattack, the White Eyebrow Eagle King vigorously twisted the hilt, pulverizing the enemy’s internal organs. Ensuring their demise before withdrawing the blade, he offered a thumbs-up to Jiang Chen.

"Left flank!"

Jiang Chen issued his warning.

The White Eyebrow Eagle King swiftly pivoted, daring not to let his guard down.

"Very well, count one."

Fujiwara Reiki generously attributed this elimination to Jiang Chen’s tally before suddenly hurling her combat knife.

"Whish!"

An assailant targeting Jiang Chen was impaled by the airborne blade.

"Six to one."

Fujiwara Reiki stated with calm composure.

Jiang Chen let out a gasp, his gaze fixed on her weaponless hands, remarking, "You’re doomed."

Celebrating prematurely.

Forgetting the lesson learned earlier.

This was an imbalanced confrontation; they possessed allies.

Several meters away, Sakura’s foot lightly tapped, sending a blade airborne as if guided by intent. It arced through the air, catching the light, and flew with unerring accuracy towards Fujiwara Reiki, who intercepted it with ease.

Fujiwara Reiki offered him a slight smile, inquiring, "Really?"

Jiang Chen’s expression remained impassive.

In contrast to the others, Sakura's chosen weapon was uniquely distinct. Forsaking ranged combat, she now employed a short blade for close-quarters engagement.

Its crescent shape, with a blade as fine as a cicada's wing, gleamed brilliantly, its lethal potential undeniable.

The adage holds true.

Greater length implies greater strength.

Shorter length involves greater risk!

A Ninja never prioritizes a head-on contest of power, instead specializing in achieving victory with utmost efficiency!

Sakura's formidable skills were on full display this evening; ensnared by the encirclement, she moved with fluid grace, leaving behind grotesque wounds wherever her blade, shimmering with sword light, passed.

Fujiwara Reiki's assertion was not unfounded.

If everyone possessed Sakura's level of expertise, orchestrating an escape would pose little challenge. However, the crux of the matter was the scarcity of such exceptional geniuses.

"Puh—"

As time wore on, the pressure did not wane but rather intensified.