American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Sasuke's palm opened, the Kusanagi sword extending straight out. A trace of blood gathered along the blade, turning into a drop of blood that fell to the ground. He tilted his head slightly and said indifferently, "The amount of chakra is astonishing, but unfortunately, your swordsmanship is too ordinary. For someone like you to die by my hand is an honor you can boast about for a lifetime!"

The Black Gun Knights' expressions changed, their eyes filled with anger. However, no one rashly stepped forward. The two had exchanged blows too quickly. It felt as if two figures had merely passed each other, and nothing had happened, yet the exchange was already over.

The Fallen Samurai was one of the strongest among them. Even before eating the Nerve Fruit, only the Old Man and Baldy, among others, could easily suppress this kid.

Being able to thrive in the sewers, besides having the foresight to know when to yield, was mainly due to the Fallen Samurai. This kid had some tricks up his sleeve. Now that the Nerve Fruit had appeared, his combat power had at least tripled.

But even so, he had never even heard of this so-called Uchiha Sasuke, which only proved how powerful the other party was.

Everyone felt a little apprehensive. Although their inflated combat power filled them with confidence, they still felt a suppressed fear in their hearts when facing the legendary ninja, those high and mighty figures who could destroy a stronghold with a wave of their hand.

However, in the next instant, such emotions vanished without a trace.

Adjusting one's mentality to maintain the best possible state at all times was the primary task for sewer rats to survive. In that chaotic environment, if you couldn't adjust your psychology, you could lose your life at any time.

The Old Man said nothing. He simply stared sharply at this Uchiha kid. His movements were extremely fast, astonishingly so. Clearly, the Fallen Samurai had launched a sneak attack first, and the other party was reacting defensively, but in that split second, the other party had completed a defensive counterattack. Not only had he perfectly received the sneak attack, but he had also injured the Fallen Samurai by a hair's breadth.

Rokuro and Kuro surveyed the two, each taking a step back to form a pincer formation. They gently raised their arms, and, not knowing what mechanism they had pressed, two sharp, rusty swords suddenly popped out from the back of their hands.

The two assumed the same crouching, ready-to-spring posture, as if preparing to charge forward at any moment.

The remaining Black Gun Knights each took out their weapons, and the chakra and related energies on their bodies began to emerge.

Through special pathways, it covered the surface of the ground or the materials on the weapons.

The Fallen Samurai knelt on the ground, his long sword also extended straight out, its blade as clean as new, except for a small, rice-grain-sized notch.

He glanced at the weapon, the corner of his mouth twitching involuntarily.

"I hate you guys who wield divine weapons the most. Every time, you make me spend a fortune. This sword cost me nearly three thousand taels to have the blacksmith repair it. I added all sorts of rare materials, and he patted his chest, guaranteeing that the hardness would far exceed the previous one, but I didn't expect it to end up like this after the first exchange. When I get back, I'm going to beat that blacksmith until he shits himself…"

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of sword light suddenly erupted from the Fallen Samurai's chest. A bloody line appeared, directly interrupting the Fallen Samurai's words. His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Such a fast sword…"

Sasuke completely ignored the guy. His gaze directly locked onto Rokuro, and he angled the Kusanagi sword downward, his entire person exuding an icy aura.

"Interesting. Since when could mere samurai know about ninja affairs? To be so knowledgeable about the Uchiha clan, it seems you must have that guy's information in your hands.

Hand over the information on Uchiha Itachi, and I can spare your lives!"

The Knights all looked at the Old Man, whose expression remained unchanged. He suddenly squeezed his horse's belly with force, and the horse charged straight out, running towards Uchiha Sasuke. He spread his hands upwards, inserted them under his left and right ribs, and suddenly shook downwards.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Old Man suddenly flew up, his left fist in front, his right fist charging up behind him. The chakra beast heads wrapped around his fists suddenly swelled, instantly turning into terrifying monsters more than two meters in diameter. As he slammed down with a punch, there was a burst of earth-shattering noise, and dirt and rocks flew everywhere.

The sky was filled with yellow sand, and dust obscured the vision, reducing visibility to the lowest within a hundred meters.

Sasuke was startled. After three years of training, fighting life-and-death battles almost every day, he had thought that he had reached his limit. With the help of the Sharingan, there were few opponents in the world. He never expected that he would encounter such a strong enemy just after killing Orochimaru.

The Fallen Samurai with the long sword was also not to be underestimated. If it weren't for the fact that the other party relied on his astonishing speed and was seen through by his Sharingan, allowing him to counterattack with a single sword, he would probably have been caught in a brief entanglement.

And this old guy in front of him was obviously more experienced and had a certain understanding of the Sharingan. He used a violent assault from the start to minimize the advantage of vision.

Although the Sharingan could silently cast illusions, it was useless if it couldn't see the target.

Moreover, this old guy's chakra volume was shockingly exaggerated, instantly reminding him of that guy, Uzumaki Naruto.

Sasuke took a step back, tapping the sword tip on the ground three times in front of him. Three flashes of lightning passed, forming a triangle.

In the instant the lightning flashed, Uchiha quickly formed hand seals, took a deep breath, and thrust his right fist to his mouth, spitting out wildly.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"

The Fireball Jutsu was now far from its previous level. Under the focus of a large amount of chakra, the fireball instantly swelled into a giant flame hundreds of meters in size, covering almost the entire area within a hundred meters in an instant.

Before the flames had disappeared, Uchiha Sasuke had already locked his gaze in one direction. He tapped his foot and instantly passed through space, flashing in front of that figure, his long sword slashing upwards, aiming directly for the opponent's head.

There was a loud bang, and the chakra collided with each other, producing a huge explosion. The shockwave instantly cleared the surrounding area. As the flames extinguished, that burly old man reappeared in sight.

He had no injuries, his entire body was covered in tangible chakra, and even chakra flames were rising at every moment, making him look extremely powerful. However, after that attack just now, the surrounding members of the Black Gun Knights had already disappeared without a trace.