The Phantom Sword is a God Level technique, exclusive to the Iga-ryu Ninja, believed to have been brought to Japan from China during the Tang Dynasty. Over time, it was inherited, simplified, and modified by the founding master of the Iga style, making it more suitable for Japanese cultivators and gradually became the destined technique of the Iga-ryu Ninja.

This is also why, even when they carry a dagger, there's also a sword hanging on their waist, because it's very likely they'll use the Phantom Sword.

The Phantom Sword forms the foundation of their style. Not everyone is capable of practicing it, and not all those who practice it succeed. Even among those who succeed, it's uncertain to what realm they can advance.

Akiramari is but a minor figure within the Iga-ryu, so it's really uncertain to what level his skills in the Phantom Sword have been honed. If it turns out he's reached the highest stage, he truly would be formidable.

Suddenly, white smoke arose in the sky. Ling Zhenfei knew this was not mere fog, but smoke deliberately released by the ninja.

Far from lightening the darkness, the white smoke only made the dark of the night even denser, to the extent that even the night light struggled to penetrate the smoke.

As professional killers, ninjas design every technique for murder. By hiding within this white smoke, they execute their killings unseen—a typical ninja tactic.

In his hand, Ling Zhenfei held a Dragon Tooth Dagger, and he suddenly recalled the last time he was attacked by three men amidst smoke, waiting a long time without seeing the ninja make a move.

He thought the ninja had left, so he let down his guard.

These ninjas had perfected their killing techniques to the extreme; they know exactly when to lie low and when to strike. Even now, as they held back, Ling Zhenfei felt a knot of tension.

Last time, the ninja had suddenly launched an attack from above, but what about this time? When would these ninjas strike?

It was said that high-level ninjas could not only attack from above but could even launch attacks from beneath the ground, a method Ling Zhenfei had never seen and knew nothing about.

At that moment, Ling Zhenfei was intensely concentrated on the surrounding sounds, standing immovably in place, his hand clutching the Dragon Tooth Dagger, which was saturated with Northern Spiritual Energy. This Dragon Tooth Dagger could absorb Northern Spiritual Energy, a vital means for Ling Zhenfei's survival.

Pitch black surrounded him; he could see nothing, and even the sound of the wind had ceased, as if he was trapped in his own dream.

Suddenly, Ling Zhenfei felt disturbances both in front and behind him. These were not sounds of movement, but the faint sounds of Sword Qi cutting through the air.

Two whooshing sounds from front and back converged on him, forming a scissor shape that slashed towards his waist.

Ling Zhenfei's instincts kicked in, and he quickly dodged to the side, evading the two waves of Northern Spiritual Energy. He chuckled softly to himself, realizing that this Iga-ryu Ninja's Phantom Sword was simply this ordinary Sword Qi.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt four more waves of Northern Spiritual Energy slashing towards him from the direction of the previous Sword Qi.

These four waves of Northern Spiritual Energy came at Ling Zhenfei from four different directions and angles.

Ling Zhenfei was startled. He swung the Wolf-Fang Dagger in his hand to block one wave of Sword Qi, then successfully dodged the remaining three.

This Sword Qi and Northern Spiritual Energy were not the same. They were formed by condensing powerful Spiritual Power on the sword, which then carried the air with it when swung. However, this air was slightly imbued with a trace of Northern Spiritual Energy, endowing it with offensive power.

Ling Zhenfei's Dragon Tooth Dagger could absorb the Northern Spiritual Energy from the Sword Qi, but had limited means to deal with the remaining air and could only use the Spiritual Power formed by the Dagger to block and neutralize the force of the air.

Having just dodged these four streams of Sword Qi, suddenly, eight streams came slashing at him from all directions, their power truly astonishing.

Ling Zhenfei was surprised, and he then understood that the Phantom Sword was indeed formidable. The Sword Qi could duplicate from one to two, two to four, and four to eight; as long as one's Realm was high enough, it could keep multiplying indefinitely, making it impossible to dodge eventually.

It was like his Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists, where from the first punch the power doubled with each strike, possessing the power to split heaven by the tenth punch. This had similarities to the Phantom Sword.

The Phantom Sword manifested Sword Qi, each time multiplying the power of the previous one, whereas Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists increased in power rather than number.

Ling Zhenfei, aware of the potency of the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists, naturally realized the power of the Phantom Sword; he said that he could currently only execute up to the fifth punch of the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists, but the power of the fifth punch was not something ordinary cultivators could withstand.

What about Akiramari's Phantom Sword, then? If it reached the late stages, would the Sword Qi become so numerous that he would be instantly killed?

Thinking this, Ling Zhenfei quickly reacted. Against the Phantom Sword, he had to act fast and defeat the opponent while he was still able to dodge; otherwise, the longer he dragged out the fight, the more dangerous it would become.

But now, the surroundings were swathed in thick white mist. Even with his extraordinary eyes, he couldn't see through this strange fog, making it highly difficult to locate the two people hidden in the darkness.

At that moment, the Sword Qi in the air increased again, now with dozens of streams attacking him at once. Struggling bitterly, Ling Zhenfei could only dodge everywhere.

After several dodges, the Sword Qi in the air turned into hundreds. Even if Ling Zhenfei had hands all over his body, he couldn't withstand the hundreds of Sword Qi thrusts. Desperately dodging with his Wolf-Fang Dagger, he was still slashed by the Sword Qi.

The cuts from the Sword Qi left several gashes on his body, from which blood poured out copiously.

Ling Zhenfei was utterly shocked. By now, he knew the severity of the Phantom Sword; if he did not react soon, he would be unable to withstand the following attacks.

Each attack of the Phantom Sword doubled the amount of Sword Qi from the last; thus, the next attack would exceed two hundred streams, an amount not just anyone could fend off alone.

But with Akiramari and his companion hidden in darkness, he was unable to strike at them. His first priority was to locate both individuals and aim to kill in one blow.

At that moment, an overwhelming surge of Northern Spiritual Energy rushed towards him from the sky, totaling over two hundred streams from both sides. Just the thought was terrifying.

Then, Ling Zhenfei suddenly thought of a solution, cursing himself for not realizing such a simple answer sooner.

Seeing the Sword Qi in the air coming towards him, Ling Zhenfei let his Spiritual Power flow through his body and unleashed the first punch of the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists, emitting an immense surge of Spiritual Power that instantly blocked the incoming Sword Qi.

This provided Ling Zhenfei a chance to catch his breath. Using this opportunity, he extended his Divine Sense. Although its attacking capability was still too low to face someone like Akiramari, a high-level master,

Ling Zhenfei could use the coverage of his Divine Sense to locate Akiramari and his companion, hidden in the darkness.

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