Winner Takes All

In the corridor.

The lights were bright.

The walls were devastated, pockmarked and slashed with swords, and the ground was strewn with thick wall powder.

Jack remained rooted to the spot, still clutching the armrest of his wheelchair.

However, at that moment, the armrest was covered with marks of slashing and it was trembling faintly in the air.

Jack was also stained with blood.

That violent fighting just now left him with a few cutting wounds, but he was still fine.

On the contrary, because of the battle, the part between the thumb and forefinger of his both hands was a little injured by the huge force and it was bleeding at that time.

Under the lights.

Jack's stern face was stained with traces of blood, both his and Iga TobiKou's.

His eyes narrowed into a gap, exuding endless coldness, and he stared at Iga on the other side.

And Iga was standing just five meters away.

Compared with the cutting wounds on Jack's body, there were a few more bruises and swellings on his body. Those who seemed to appear like simple wounds could actually spread to the inside of the body.

Just like Jack, the hand of Iga holding the katana was shaking slightly at that moment, and the part between the thumb and forefinger on his hand cracked and blood gurgled.

The katana was full of cracks.

Compared with Jack's coldness and gloom, Iga could barely hide the shock in his eyes, even if they were the only part of his body exposed.

The fighting skills and the systematic training method inherited from Iga family made him far stronger from an ordinary Ninja Lord.

He originally thought that the assassination was in the bag.

Anyway, when he met Jack, he was shocked repeatedly.

Jack's legs were not crippled.

The terrible force that Jack broke out, all those information didn't show up in the original intelligence.

A few seconds of violent fighting made Iga a somewhat frightened and he even felt that his mission was extremely dangerous.

That young man in front of him gave Iga an unprecedented sense of panic.

He was extremely nervous and anxious.

Iga took a deep breath, and calculated the time in his mind. He knew that he wouldn't have so much time at his disposal for the assassination.

In the fight in the small garden, his companion deliberately revealed his flaw, to lure their target away from his territory.

If the conflict weren't solved as soon as possible, the situation would become more dangerous.

"You are strong, but you can't avoid dying."

Iga exhaled a long breath.

At the same time, his left hand suddenly fumbled a handful of darts from his waist, and threw them out in the air unexpectedly. Bang Bang Bang...

With a whistling, the darts accurately smashed all the lights in the corridor of the hospital.

It was fast as lightning, so that Jack couldn't stop it on time and plunged instantly into an endless gloom.

"Do you want to use the ninjutsu?"

Jack concentrated more, squinted his eyes and tried his best to lock Iga's figure in the dark.

Iga's ninjutsu made him feel scared at that time.

When the lights were on, he could act as a ghost, sneak up on him, and shoot the sword.

At that moment, the whole corridor was plunged in an endless darkness. The damage that the hidden ninjutsu could provoke would be terrible.

But in the dark, even if Jack tried his best, he could only vaguely see Iga's figure five meters away.

A second later.

The outline of a figure disappeared without a sound.

It was quiet, dark, mysterious...

A strong sense of oppression made Jack feel drowning and suffocating in an instant.

It was very quiet nearby.

But as Jack gradually got gooseflesh, he could feel the threat of death approaching.

"Where? Where the hell is he?"

Jack clasped the armrest of the wheelchair with both hands, frowned and squinted his eyes, trying his best to check the situation around him. There was nothing left but darkness!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a sound of a sword slashing through the air exploded.

Jack got gooseflesh, and he almost instinctively waved the wheelchair armrest of his right hand.

Puff!

Clang!

He felt a sharp pain in his right arm, and then his right hand felt the collision between the sword and the wheelchair armrest, and sparks exploded at the same time.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Jack snorted.

But when the sparks flew, he vaguely saw a figure.

Without hesitating, his left hand muscled up, squeezed the wheelchair armrest in an instant, and swept across the sky like a snake.

Clang!

There was another sound of metal clashing.

Sparks splashed.

He vaguely saw that Iga raised his sword in front of him, he pulled away and withdrew, disappearing again in the darkness.

"If he hits this way, I'll be killed!"

Feeling a piercing pain in his right arm, Jack instantly understood the situation inside his mind.

He had an idea!

Whoosh!

The wind whistled in his ears again.

He tried his best to look around, but it was still pitch-black.

By pure instinct, his hands were crossed over the wheelchair armrest and blocked it out.

At the same time, both feet suddenly slammed on the ground, pulled away and withdrew.

But, after all, it was a bit slow!

Puff!

The katana swept across Jack's stomach.

Feeling a severe pain, Jack snorted again.

In the darkness, his breathing became rapid and heavy.

Because of pain.

Also because of nervousness.

That time, luckily, he pulled away and withdrew while he was blocking. If he was only blocking and didn't withdraw, not only the sword would split his flesh, but also cut open his chest. "Huh...huh..."

In the dark, Jack bowed and panted, throwing out his chest.

He narrowed his eyes, constantly squeezing his eyeballs, and he tried to maximize his eyesight.

But in that endless darkness, he couldn't see properly and his eyesight was really minimal.

He was covered in cold sweat and he could feel every drop of blood on his right arm dripping to the ground.

But...just couldn't find Iga!

The hidden ninjutsu of the Ninja Lord, with the help of the darkness, had a brilliant performance.

As if that darkness was the mouth of hell devouring all the living people.

The death...was very close.

Rustle...rustle...rustle...

Suddenly, there was a sound of a knife slashing across the wall behind him.

"Over here!"

With a sharp expression, Jack instantly turned and, waving the wheelchair armrest with both hands, attacked violently and fiercely.

However.

Pouch!

In the darkness, there was a sound of knife cutting through flesh.

He suddenly feel the pain on the left thigh.

In the sharp pain, Jack let out a loud roar and directly backhanded the wheelchair armrest behind him.

Boom!

In the darkness, a muffled grunt sounded.

But when he turned around again, Iga was already gone.

It was so quiet that even the drop of a needle could be heard.

Jack stepped back and leaned against the wall, so that he would be less vulnerable on one side and could focus on the other three sides.

It was pitch black.

At that moment, his sight seemed to have lost its function.

Wait!.

Jack caught his breath and laughed, "If my sight is no longer useful, why should I keep relying on it? It's better to be blind with closed eyes than with open eyes." While talking, Jack slowly closed his eyes...[