Chapter 156: Burying the Enemy

Kyle sat in his chair, with Yutong standing faithfully by his side, confronting the three invading Japanese ninja.

"Your body is indeed failing you. As it should! Japan has paid such a heavy price, how could you possibly walk away unscathed!"

With a hideous grin, Maru Hojo’s facial muscles twisted. Glaring at Kyle’s aged, frail silver hair, he drew the Japanese katana strapped to his back with his remaining left hand. "Tonight, your blood will be a sacrificial offering, avenging the wronged souls of millions of Japanese citizens..."

"Are you done rambling? If so, get on with it."

Yawning with boredom, Kyle showed no intention of making a move himself. He reached out to gently stroke Yutong’s little head and instructed, "Go ahead. Keep them entertained."

Yutong nodded lightly, taking small steps forward to stand alone in front of the three blade-wielding ninja.

"Just her? You’ve got to be kidding me!" Maru Hojo’s mouth twitched. Beneath his eyes, brimming with hatred and chilliness, flared a fresh fire of humiliation.

No matter how one looked at her, she was nothing more than an innocent, harmless little girl—short, tender, and completely devoid of any combat capability.

"Letting Yutong deal with you is already showing you too much respect." Kyle smiled. It seemed these ninja had rushed over for revenge without even figuring out the situation...

"All together now!" Maru Hojo stared darkly at Yutong, speaking in an icy tone.

The other two ninja exchanged glances and nodded quickly. Following Maru Hojo’s lead, the three of them—as if having rehearsed it countless times—sprang forward with their swords drawn.

At the same time, their hands blurred into afterimages. After several sharp whistles tore through the air, piercing projectiles like darts and throwing needles hurtled forward at bullet-like speeds, forming an initial, highly lethal vanguard of danger.

Seeing this, Kyle, sitting behind Yutong, shook his head as though the outcome were already decided.

Yutong raised her small hand forward. Her eyes flickered with a cold, silvery radiance. Her formidable mental will materialized, radiating outward from her body like a translucent energy wave that sent ripples even through the indoor space.

In an instant, time and space within the entire office seemed trapped in an illusion of stillness—the needles and darts all hovered frozen half a meter in front of Yutong. A little further back, the three ninja, still locked in their lunging postures, found their bodies slowing down and stuttering, unable to advance even an inch despite exhausting every ounce of strength.

"What is the meaning of this?" The hand gripping the Japanese katana trembled as Maru Hojo drew a ragged, labored breath, feeling as though an invisible wall of compressed air had sealed them off.

"No one gets closer to the boss." The silver light in Yutong’s pupils flared brilliantly, and she swept her hands outward, driving that tangible, transcendent will forward.

With a loud hum, the barrage of hidden weapons, along with the three swordsmen directly behind them, were violently repelled all at once. Tumbling through the air for a dozen revolutions, their bodies crashed in a heap onto the second-floor balcony.

"It's over." Yutong’s soft, childish words now sounded like the decree of the Grim Reaper. Driven by her invisible will, the Murasame blade she carried floated into the air, self-propelled as it transformed into a streak of light.

"No!" Maru Hojo opened his eyes wide, his face twisted and ferocious.

He refused to resign himself to this. Having traveled thousands of miles to reach this place, he was about to end up lying here as a corpse before Kyle had even lifted a finger.

The Murasame sliced through the air, hurtling directly toward the three figures on the ground. At the very last split second, a fierce glint flashed in Maru Hojo’s eyes. He quickly and decisively reached out, grabbed one of his own men from behind, and yanked him forward to use as a human shield.

*Splat!*

With a cry of alarm, the ninja’s face turned pale with despair as he watched the Murasame roar toward him, easily piercing straight through the center of his chest all the way to the hilt.

"Damn you!" Maru Hojo growled, tossing the dead ninja’s body over the balcony railing into the darkness of the night and roaring outward, "How much longer are you planning to wait?!"

"Oh, reinforcements?" Hearing this, Kyle took a sip of red wine, completely unsurprised.

He looked up to see several iron spikes attached to ropes being thrown from the outside, hooking securely onto the remaining stone pillars of the balcony railing. Moments later, four female operatives clad in skin-tight black leather grabbed the ropes and swung gracefully down onto the balcony beside Maru Hojo.

"Super agents... the Red Room. They really never learn their lesson." A cold expression crossed Kyle’s face.

The last time, out of consideration for the Black Widow, the sincerity of the Infinity Formula, and Bucky the Winter Soldier, he had ultimately spared the Red Room base from total destruction.

It seemed the Red Room had simply relocated their base, forgetting the pain once the wound had healed.

"Decided, then. From now on, the target organizations designated for the lower-tier disciples of the Karl family to hone their skills on will be the HYDRA organization and the Red Room operatives. Perfect timing—the Red Room also happens to have super-agent serum formulas."

Kyle calculated to himself while, down below, Yutong was already locked in combat with the six enemies inside the office.

Gunfire, flying darts, the cold steel of the Murasame, along with indoor tables and chairs, swirled together in a chaotic storm. Objects burst apart upon repeated collision or deflected wildly to strike the floor and walls.

Whether ninja or super agent, their combat capabilities fell somewhere between Natasha Romanoff and elite soldiers—meaning they were all superhuman compared to ordinary mortals.

Yet, facing the coordinated offensive of all six enemies alone, Yutong’s small face remained calm and frosty, her silvery gaze showing faint traces of shifting toward crimson.

"Get out of my way!" Maru Hojo roared. Battered and bruised, he broke through the barrier of floating objects, leaped close to Yutong, and swung his Japanese katana down with ruthless precision.

Yutong raised her gaze coldly. A table flew up into the air out of nowhere, acting as a shield to block the sword strike. However, Maru Hojo’s blade cleaved both the table and the shield straight in two. With a flash of steel, the tip of the blade aimed directly at her porcelain-white neck.

Just as he thought the kill was secured, a look of triumph appeared on Maru Hojo’s face. In the next instant, however, Yutong executed a swift, agile sidestep, and the katana swept through empty air, managing to sever only a few strands of her black hair.

While Maru Hojo was still suspended mid-air, Yutong grabbed the wrist of his single arm wielding the sword, spun in place, and violently slammed his body down onto the floor.

"Impossible!"

Maru Hojo’s mind went blank. Before he could even react, a wave of agony wrung a cry of anguish from his lips as Yutong wrested the Japanese katana from his grip, reversing it to slash a fatal, bone-deep gash across his chest. Blood spurted outward like a fountain.

"This is the current Yutong." Kyle chuckled, feeling gratified and pleased with the disciple he had nurtured.

Her psychokinetic abilities were simply too powerful—so overwhelming that enemies instinctively and mistakenly assumed she only excelled at ranged combat, completely unaware that she also possessed the superhuman physical constitution and diverse martial arts techniques of a super agent.

A well-rounded warrior with zero weaknesses, Yutong was now fully capable of replacing Kyle as the optimal candidate holding absolute dominion over the Earth of this era.

With Maru Hojo down, the stalemate on the second floor instantly cleared. As Yutong began a one-sided slaughter, the remaining ninja and agents realized the situation was hopeless and scrambled frantically toward the exits.

"Don't let a single one escape!" Kyle commanded coldly, finishing the red wine in his glass and watching the fleeing enemies with indifference.

Since they had rushed here to meet their end, they could leave their lives and corpses behind, to be buried here alongside the grievances of this era!