982 You’re Just a Slave
“Hahaha, this kid is about to die. Hmph, he dares to make an enemy of our Han family? You’re courting death!”
When he saw Hatoyama starting to attack while Ye Feng was retreating, Han Xiuyuan could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart. He laughed arrogantly.
Duan Shijing frowned. “I advise you not to be too happy. I have a feeling that things are not that simple.”
Han Xiuyuan was instantly displeased by his words. “Why do you always like to go against me? Can’t you see that Lord Hatoyama has the upper hand? Even a blind man can see that this kid is about to collapse.”
Duan Shijing glanced at him. “When you look at a problem, you have to look at it from a comprehensive and systematic perspective. Don’t get carried away by a small victory in front of you.”
Han Xiuyuan was instantly enraged. “Are you saying that I’m short-sighted? Duan Shijing, don’t think that you can ride on my head just because I rely on you.”
“Don’t forget, I’m the master, you’re just a slave.”
He was already depressed enough that he had almost been exterminated today, but this Duan Shijing still kept belittling him. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and completely erupted.
Duan Shijing was stunned. “What did you say? Am I your slave?”
Because he had received the favor of Han Xiuyuan’s father in his early years, Old Master Han had instructed him before he died, hoping that he could assist his good-for-nothing son and protect the Han family’s business.
He had also fulfilled his promise and spent half his life assisting Han Xiuyuan, always treating him as his elder brother.
He did not expect that in the eyes of the other party, he was actually just a slave?
Han Xiuyuan also realized that he had said something wrong, but since he had already said it, how embarrassing would it be to take it back?
“Hmph, who gave you the glory and wealth you have today? I hope you won’t be an ingrate.”
His words were so heartless that Duan Shijing felt his chest churn violently, and he could spit out a mouthful of blood at any moment.
It was not until today that he realized that half of his life’s work had turned into a joke.
Master? Slave?
Haha, pathetic! What a joke!
At the same time, the katana in Hatoyama’s hand became faster and faster.
Ye Feng was already flustered. He was almost hit several times, and he looked like he was at the end of his rope.
As long as the attack was a little more violent, it could be completely killed.
But Hatoyama soon discovered to his shock that no matter how fast his attacks were, Ye Feng could dodge them at the last moment.
He looked like he was in a sorry state, but every time, he was able to escape unscathed.
It was understandable if it happened once or twice, but it was a little unusual if it happened every time.
Not good, he had fallen into a trap!
He suddenly guessed the other party’s intention and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
A ninja’s true advantage lay in their concealment, especially in the night. They were like fish in water.
If he continued to use stealth and surprise attacks, Ye Feng would definitely be in a terrible situation.
As long as he found the right opportunity, he would definitely be able to kill him in one strike.
The other party had obviously thought of this, so he deliberately lured him into a head-on confrontation.
This way, his biggest advantage would be gone. Once his stamina was exhausted, he could only wait for death.
He should have thought of this long ago, but Ye Feng’s acting was too convincing.
First, he pretended to be poisoned to lure him into attacking. Then, he continued to pretend to be in danger, making him think that he could kill him quickly.
Just like that, he was completely led by the nose by the other party.
After the fight just now, his stamina had decreased very quickly. Now, his movements were no longer as fast as before.
After thinking about this, he immediately gave up on pursuing and prepared to continue hiding.
But it was too late!
Ye Feng stopped retreating. The corners of his mouth curled up. He suddenly raised his hand and threw out a silver needle.
Just as Hatoyama was dodging, he flew up into the air and kicked down.
Hu…
This kick was like the toppling of Mount Tai, and it was also like the attack of lightning. It was powerful and fast.
Hatoyama had just dodged the attack of the silver needle, but he couldn’t dodge in time. His left shoulder was immediately struck.
With a loud bang, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, Hatoyama’s left shoulder immediately caved in, and his entire arm hung limply.
Blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth as he endured the pain and tried to retreat.
But Ye Feng had set up this trap for such a long time. How could he let him escape so easily? After one successful attack, the subsequent attacks rained down.
Bang, bang, bang…
His fists landed on Hatoyama’s chest continuously. It looked light and did not seem to use much strength, but in fact, each punch had a strength of more than 100 pounds.
Puff, puff, puff…
Blood kept spurting out of Hatoyama’s mouth. He had no chance to fight back at all.
Bang!
Ye Feng’s final punch was over a thousand jin. Hatoyama’s body was like a kite with a broken string. He flew into the air.
After drawing a beautiful parabola, he fell heavily to the ground.
The battle ended!