Chapter 68: As Delightful as Tony Stark
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Phew!
As the group of ninjas began their attack, Zhou Cheng swiftly took action too.
With a mere thought, his Imperial Arms activated, unfolding a pair of dazzling wings from his back.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
With a light flap, countless feathers shot out like darts, furiously striking forward.
The sound of blades cutting through flesh promptly rang out.
It all happened in just the blink of an eye.
All the ninjas who charged at Zhou Cheng had fallen into pools of blood, becoming souls under his feathers.
Oh, that's not quite right—souls under his wings.
They didn't even have time to react.
Without so much as a second glance at the corpses strewn about on the ground, Zhou Cheng continued to stride confidently forward, penetrating deeper into the heart of the base.
He carved out a bloody path as he went.
He left countless bodies in his wake on this bloodied road before finally freeing Madame Gao.
Madame Gao, leading a group of Hand ninjas, had Zhou Cheng completely surrounded in a spacious hall.
Her expression was as dark as could be.
"Who would've thought that the infamous Satan would grace our humble dwelling."
"However, even Satan does not have the right to run wild here!"
"Your last chance!"
"Surrender now, or become another ghost in this place!"
Madame Gao glared at Zhou Cheng with a murderous intent, her eyes locked on him as she voiced her ultimatum.
"Stop your prattle!"
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
Before she could finish her sentence, Zhou Cheng quivered his wings, barraging Madame Gao with a volley of feathers.
"Ha!"
Madame Gao certainly had some tricks up her sleeve.
In a lightning-fast moment, she thrust her palm out, and an intense wave of energy burst forth, astonishingly deflecting all of Zhou Cheng's feathers.
And that was not all.
The residual energy, after neutralizing Zhou Cheng's feathers, continued charging towards him.
Impressive!
Truly befitting of one of the Hand's Five Fingers. Zhou Cheng couldn't help but inwardly praise her prowess.
However, no matter how much he admired her, it couldn't change the fact that Madame Gao's Qi was child's play in front of Zhou Cheng.
Phew!
In that instant, Zhou Cheng made his move too, striking Madame Gao across the space with a palm.
Shinra Tensei!
A massive repelling force suddenly burst forth, easily dissipating Madame Gao's energy wave.
"This is bad!"
Madame Gao's complexion immediately shifted.
Unable to react in time, she was hit directly by Zhou Cheng's Shinra Tensei.
After trembling violently, she was flung backward, crashing into the wall like a battered dog, even causing it to crack.
Since Zhou Cheng's aim was to kill Madame Gao, he did not hold back in his attack.
Surprisingly, Madame Gao was far from ordinary.
Despite her age, after such a powerful blow, she was up again as if nothing had happened, glaring furiously at Zhou Cheng.
She exclaimed, "Who on earth are you! What is your relationship with Kunlun!"
As a traitor to Kunlun, Madame Gao subconsciously mistook Zhou Cheng's Shinra Tensei technique for the "Qi" of Kunlun.
"What could my relationship with it possibly be?"
Zhou Cheng shrugged nonchalantly, his face brimming with mockery.
"Kill him!"
Madame Gao's expression was as dark as the bottom of a pot. She gave up on exchanging words with Zhou Cheng, coldly ordering the ninjas to execute his command.
Rustle rustle rustle!
The ninjas fearlessly charged at Zhou Cheng once again.
"Shinra Tensei!"
Hum!
But with a single wave of Shinra Tensei by Zhou Cheng...
...he swept them aside like sweeping across thousands of soldiers, knocking down all the ninjas in the vicinity.Including Madame Gao.
Madame Gao groggily rose to her feet.
Subconsciously surveying her surroundings, a torrent of shock and awe flooded her mind.
Just one strike had taken down a group of ninjas?
Was this truly the extent of Satan's might?
Terrifying indeed!
Truly befitting of the title "Satan".
Yet, Madame Gao was, after all, a centuries-old creature, no stranger to astonishment. Despite being impressed by Zhou Cheng's strength, she showed no sign of panic.
She calmly attempted to taunt Zhou Cheng.
"Satan, to command such power and be a mere mercenary is a waste…"
But before Madame Gao could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a barrage of feathers.
Zhou Cheng didn't bother to keep up the banter with Madame Gao, instead unleashing a continuous volley with his wings, slaying her and the Hand ninjas sprawled on the ground.
The scene was instantly filled with a pungent smell of blood.
Blood was everywhere, akin to a battlefield from hell.
Bang!
Just as he finished, the grand doors nearby were violently pushed open.
It was Stick and Elektra, charging in with a group of assassins, exuding a formidable air.
Their eyes widened in shock at the sight of the bodies lying askew on the ground.
Their glances towards Zhou Cheng were filled with endless shock and wariness.
How much time had passed?
The Hand had been utterly annihilated by this Satan!
One man, wiping out an entire base?
From the entrance to here, nothing but bodies. They must have been hundreds of ninjas taken down.
This man they called Satan, was truly devilish indeed.
Everyone involuntarily gulped, beads of cold sweat forming on their foreheads.
Even Stick himself was momentarily lost in a daze.
When he first hired Zhou Cheng for ten million dollars, he never imagined the man would defy expectations to such an extent!
However, Stick soon regained his composure.
Ignoring the bodies of the common ninjas, he went straight to Madame Gao's body.
"This time, you bastard, you've fallen into my hands, huh?"
Looking down from above, Stick coldly cursed at Madame Gao's body.
With a swift motion, Stick drew his katana, and in one swift cut, Madame Gao's head was severed, preventing her from ever reviving again.
She was thoroughly killed.
This was precisely why Stick insisted on personally confirming Madame Gao's death, just as Zhou Cheng had surmised.
"The task is complete."
"Don't forget the final payment!"
Ignorant of Stick's actions, Zhou Cheng expressionlessly dropped these words and strode away.
Whoosh!
The killers crowding the corridor simultaneously stepped aside, making way for Zhou Cheng.
...
Whether awed by his formidable strength or simply adhering to honor, Stick proved to be a man of his word.
Just on the afternoon of the fourth day, Zhou Cheng found that the remaining balance had been transferred to his account.
Looking at the additional ten million in his offshore anonymous account, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but curl his lips into a satisfied smile.
Although he was no longer in need of money.
It was undeniable; watching his account balance rise was inexplicably gratifying.
Coupled with the substantial amount of origin points he harvested the night before, enough to sustain his journal for a long while, Zhou Cheng's mood immensely brightened.
At the same time, Tony Stark, in the luxury of his Malibu mansion, shared Zhou Cheng's pleasurable disposition.