Chapter 1887: Chapter 1887: Careless Mistake

At this moment, even Nakamura Huaxiong was going to curse.

What the hell, does Zhang Fan that bastard have wires on him or something?

He’s been suspended in the air for twenty seconds.

Dammit, if you don’t come down, how do we get up there?

The most crucial point is that at Zhang Fan’s current height, they absolutely can’t reach him.

What to do?

Watching Zhang Fan continuously throwing coins far away, Nakamura Huaxiong suddenly slapped his forehead.

Damn it!

They’re ninjas, and specialized assassination ninjas at that, they also have proficiency in hidden weapons!

"Darts!" Nakamura Huaxiong suddenly shouted coldly.

In an instant, the other nine people also suddenly froze.

The next moment, they put their katanas back on their backs and reached into their chests with both hands.

Each of their palms had three darts appear!

Swish, swish, swish!

The darts directly flew towards Zhang Fan.

"Hmm? Competing with me in hidden weapons?" Zhang Fan lowered his head, the corner of his mouth cold.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The buzzing sound suddenly exploded!

A sea of silver descended from the sky!

Like the Milky Way from the Nine Heavens, overwhelming in momentum!

But at the moment he made his move, Zhang Fan suddenly froze. Almost instantaneously, Zhang Fan shouted: "Quickly dodge, danger!"

Li Yu: ??

Che Hou: ??

Mo Yajing: ??

Excuse me, are you the monkey’s foolish guest?

Who does that, warning the opponents about danger?

Bro, this is really a bit too much.

At the same time, the faces of Nakamura Huaxiong’s ten people turned dark.

"Who do you look down upon!" The roar was like a thunder charge!

Yet in the next moment, Nakamura Huaxiong’s entire body hair stood up.

Real Danger!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The sound of metal clashing suddenly exploded.

Nakamura Huaxiong’s darts were directly knocked down by Zhang Fan’s descending sea of silver.

Even in daylight, one could see the fire sparks more than a finger long.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The sound, in the ears of Nakamura Huaxiong and his few people, was like heavenly thunder exploding next to their ears.

"Run!" Nakamura Huaxiong whispered lowly.

The next moment, the ten of them simultaneously turned around.

But they had forgotten their distance to Zhang Fan.

Almost at the instant they turned, coins directly landed on their bodies.

You must know, Zhang Fan, after breaking through to Dark Force, even without using Inner Strength, is several times more powerful than Dark Force Peak.

Not to mention the bonus of Inner Strength and the original power of Cloud Piercing!

"Puff puff puff!"

The coins, like bullets, directly pierced through their bodies.

Blood, like arrows, directly shot out.

Originally, Nakamura Huaxiong’s ten people, who were preparing to run, were struck down like being hit by meteors.

Feeling the intense pain in his body, Nakamura Huaxiong’s heart was filled with heavenly shock.

They are invincible within Dark Force!

How could Zhang Fan’s casual attack severely injure them?

He could feel the hidden weapon hitting him directly breaking his bones.

And not just one bone.

While Nakamura Huaxiong was astonished, his eyes suddenly froze.

Because he saw beside him, there lay a dart and a piece of silver metal.

The metal was very small! Only thumb-sized.

The severe impact marks on it made Nakamura Huaxiong realize.

This thing must be the hidden weapon Zhang Fan just threw!

But in the next moment, Nakamura Huaxiong’s expression drastically changed.

Could such a thing be used as a hidden weapon?

This definitely doesn’t have the sharpness that a hidden weapon should have.

Wait a minute!

Huaxia People’s Bank, what the heck?

One yuan, what the heck?

2017?

Wait, is this thing a Huaxia coin?

In this instant, Nakamura Huaxiong felt like he was struck by lightning, his whole body trembling immensely.

Coins used as hidden weapons, directly breaking their bones?

How is that even possible?

They are definitely not some pushovers.

Reaching their level, Dark Force Peak, the Inner Strength within them should definitely stop ordinary bullets.

And Zhang Fan, using coins, broke their bones, how terrifying must his strength be?

At this very moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Hey, hey, hey, you guys aren’t dead, are you? Damn, no way, you’re supposed to be elite fighters, the best among the assassination forces. I was still hoping to have a showdown with you guys. You can’t just die like this."

Zhang Fan descended from the sky, crouching beside one of them, reaching out to touch their neck.

Feeling no pulse, Zhang Fan’s face was full of regret: "Look at yourselves, couldn’t do anything else, insisted on competing with me in hidden weapons. Are you idiots? Ahhh, I can’t believe I didn’t control my hand, I shouldn’t have used my full strength, just three-tenths would have been enough."

Hearing this voice, some people who were trying to escape stiffened, slowly turning back.

When they saw lying beside Zhang Fan were the ten people of Nakamura Huaxiong, their eyes filled with despair.

Nakamura Huaxiong and his guys, have they gone down?

And so quickly?

How is this possible!

They were supposed to be the assassination forces.

The most elite squad in Japan.

Five minutes, against their thousands strong attack, they could come out unharmed and even counter and kill hundreds.

And now, Zhang Fan killed ten?

What kind of monster is Zhang Fan?

Could he be a devil from Hell?

At this moment, the more than a hundred who survived by chance, their legs weakened, kneeling on the ground, as if their bones were removed.

Their faces bore incredibly fearful expressions, their eyes devoid of any sparkle, as if they were dead.

Despair, unprecedented despair.

Now they are only three hundred meters away from Zhang Fan, can they even run?

Can they escape?

Watching this scene, Che Hou and his group, each one’s mouth twitched!

Damn it!

How did they worry about Zhang Fan being chopped dead by the assassination forces?

Moreover, the assassination forces, are they such pushovers?

One hit taking down ten?

You’re kidding me, right?

"Zhang Fan, I’m going to fight you to the death." Nakamura Huaxiong gritted his teeth, clenching his right fist, and sprang up from the ground.

His left shoulder blade had been broken by Zhang Fan’s coin, helplessly swinging back and forth.

His eyes were filled with rage.

Every word from Zhang Fan felt like a loud slap, heavily hitting his face.

They were supposed to be the assassination forces.

And Zhang Fan says, used only thirty percent strength?

This is a naked insult!

"Oh, still alive?" Zhang Fan looked at the suddenly jumping up Nakamura Huaxiong, first stunned, then immediately ecstatic.

At the same time, Zhang Fan took out a bottle of Healing Pill and tossed it to Nakamura Huaxiong.

"This is the Healing Pill I made, quickly take some, I’ll wait for you to recover for a bit, then we’ll fight." Zhang Fan said.

"I..."

Nakamura Huaxiong stared at the bottle of Healing Pill, his blood frozen.

This Healing Pill, was made by Zhang Fan?

How is this possible?

He’s so strong, how could he also be a pharmacist?

No, no, no, absolutely not possible!

(Dogs, are you okay? Have you missed me? Hehehe...)