Super Zoo-Chapter 668 - 658: The Complete Annihilation of the Army

The deaths of the four ninjas each had their own unique aspects, but the one with a hole pecked into his head by a Crested Ibis Xiaohong was not the most tragic, at least when compared to the first young ninja, most of his head was still intact.

More tragic than having no head was that poacher who ventured into the mountains last time, who Su Meng had planted into the ground alive like planting a tree…

All in all, while Suming was not a rookie unaccustomed to gruesome sights, the sight of the small hole in this last ninja's head still sent an involuntary shiver down his spine.

Because it was done by a Crested Ibis Xiaohong.

The Crested Ibis Xiaohong raised its head, pulling its long beak out of the small hole in the ninja's forehead, bringing out strands of red and white blood strings, and a lot of blood foam began to gush out of the small hole in the head.

Xiao Hong shook her head, flinging a trail of blood drops onto the ground from her long beak.

"Disgusting, go wash up in the river nearby," Suming frowned, and Crested Ibis Xiaohong, waddling like a big duck, ran to the river to wash its mouth and clean its beak.

The ninja's short sword lay nearby, its blade made of refined steel with a small hole almost piercing through. Suming tapped the blade against a rock, sending sparks flying; the pebble chipped at the edge, but the short sword was unscratched.

The durability of the short sword's material made it clear how hard Crested Ibis Xiaohong's beak must be to cause such severe damage.

Not to mention the skull. The human skull is the toughest bone in the body, and Xiao Hong had easily pecked a hole through it...

Waterfowl rely on their long beaks to catch prey—their beaks serve as tools for hunting and eating, and also as weapons. It's natural for them to be hard and sharp, but never to this extent.

Moreover, what bird actively goes out to kill humans if not for hunting?

Is this still a Crested Ibis?

"Oh! Almost forgot about that guy!"

As Suming pondered the mystery of the Crested Ibis, his mind suddenly brightened when he remembered that the two who had entered the forest were still in the midst of a chase.

…

Deep in the dense forest, Park Jeong-ui was covered in blood, his camouflage uniform torn apart and hanging off his body like rags. He gasped for air, back pressed against a large tree, warily scanning the surrounding area.

In his hand, he clutched a sharply edged piece of granite, the pointed end stained with blood, obviously his only weapon.

A rustling sound approached, and the portly ninja, Mr. Sakata, appeared before him.

Compared to Park Jeong-ui's disheveled appearance, Mr. Sakata seemed to have the clear upper hand with only a minor wound on his head, the blood matting his gray hair into red patches; beyond that, he was unscathed.

"Mr. Park Jeong-ui, there is no need to resist further; your skills are excellent for a commoner. But I am a ninja of the Iga-ryu lineage," Mr. Sakata coolly said, stopping just over a meter from Park Jeong-ui and casually tossing a sharpened throwing dart at his feet. With a slight bow, he added, "Please honor Mr. Park Young-myeong and end your life quietly. It will be painless."

Park Jeong-ui slowly picked up the throwing dart, its edge sharp and gleaming with a faint blue light from the sunlight filtering through the leaves, a clear indication it was coated with a potent poison.

A single slice across his neck would end it all.

Park Jeong-ui was not afraid to die; he had known since entering this line of work that such a day would eventually come. Each day lived was a day gained.

But he never imagined he would die at the hands of his most beloved younger brother.

To be killed by his brother brought not only heartache but also rage to Park Jeong-ui. If a man could kill even those closest to him, what lines wouldn't he cross? Perhaps his brother's intentions sounded reasonable now, but once accustomed to having no boundaries, he would lead the entire clan into an abyss of no return.

As the older brother and Clan Leader, Park Jeong-ui had to consider familial bonds, but more importantly, he carried the responsibility of safeguarding the entire clan.

If Park Youngming was unfit, then someone else ought to manage the clan. Even the disabled Zhebin would be better than a reckless and ignorant man.

"Mr. Sakata!" Park Jeong-ui suddenly shouted as if he had made an important discovery.

Mr. Sakata paused briefly, only for Park Jeong-ui to hurl the poisoned dart, full force, at Mr. Sakata without a moment's hesitation.

The poisoned dart could be just as lethal to Mr. Sakata.

"Enough, Mr. Park Jeong-ui, my patience has its limits," said Mr. Sakata, effortlessly catching the dart between three fingers. With a swift motion reminiscent of a bouncing ball, his corpulent form landed right in front of Park Jeong-ui. Park Jeong-ui threw a punch, but Mr. Sakata didn't dodge or flinch, easily deflecting the force with his arm. Using Park Jeong-ui's momentum against him, he turned him around and delivered a kick to the knee, forcing him down on his knees.

Mr. Sakata flicked his hand, unraveling a thin wire from his fingertips. One end of the wire was tied to a ring on his finger, and a small steel bead was attached to the other. He looped the wire around Park Jeong-ui's neck and caught the other end with his other hand.

He barely exerted any force with his hands, and the thin wire deeply bit into Park Jeong-ui's neck. Park Jeong-ui's eyes bulged, his hands desperately trying to free himself from the wire around his neck, but to no avail. It only caused his hands to bleed profusely as the wire sank deep into his finger bones, tightening ceaselessly. A few fingers, along with his neck, began to ooze bright red blood droplets.

"Stop struggling... Mr. Park Jeong-ui..." Mr. Sakata's face was expressionless as he increased the strength in his hands, muttering to himself, "Ninja assassination is an art form, please enjoy this art. You are a noble person; there's no need to fear death like those lower-class poor... "

Suming, along with Su Meng and Xiao Hong, just happened to arrive from behind.

Originally, these two groups had nothing to do with him, and neither were good people. Their fight to the death was none of Suming's business.

Mr. Sakata made one mistake; he shouldn't have left those four ninjas to kill and silence, pushing the otherwise neutral Suming to Park Jeong-ui's side.

Moreover, since one of the sides consisted of ninjas, this inclination further shifted Suming's originally neutral stance.

Compared to Korean poachers, obviously the Japanese ninjas were more annoying to deal with.

Huaxians naturally feel a sense of discontent towards Japan. After all, this isn't entirely due to the war. Throughout history, many countries and ethnicities have fought against Huaxia, not just Japan. But if we talk about national vengeance and familial hatred, Japan bears the brunt. This has to do with the characteristic traits of the nation.

When Suming arrived, he saw Mr. Sakata enraptured, talking about the art of killing, which made him feel sick to his stomach and gave him goosebumps.

Freaking pervert.

Several decades after their defeat, and these ninjas have the audacity to show off their 'art of killing' deep within Huaxian territory? They're really asking for death.

I don't understand any 'art of killing'. I just want to smash your head in!

Without a second thought, Suming picked up a rock the size of a fist and hurled it at the back of Mr. Sakata's head.

Mr. Sakata reacted quickly. Hearing a rustling behind him, he instinctively tilted his head, and the rock flew past his ear.

"Baka!" Mr. Sakata roared, instantly switching from his blissful artistic expression to a ferocious and malevolent glare, while still strangling Park Jeong-ui, he turned his head with a menacing look towards their direction.

Greeting him was a fist. Just as he turned around, a coarse, large fist appeared in his line of sight, growing bigger and bigger until it filled his entire vision…

Park Jeong-ui's neck suddenly loosened, and the long-missed air gushed into his lungs. He had no idea what had happened, kneeling on the ground, he instinctively took deep breaths of fresh air and began to cough violently.

Mr. Sakata's bloody figure lay on the ground, perhaps due to a reflex of the central nervous system, the already dead Sakata would occasionally have slight twitches in his hands and feet.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." Park Jeong-ui, coughing out mouthfuls of bloody spit, finally caught his breath and, upon seeing the situation more clearly, leaned on a tree to stand up shakily. He deeply bowed to Suming, "Thank you for saving me a second time."

Suming watched Park Jeong-ui for a while and said indifferently, "If you really want to thank me, then tell me exactly what's happened. I don't want to be deceived by someone I've saved."

Park Jeong-ui fell silent for a moment, then began to speak with Suming in very fluent Chinese.

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His nephew's illness, the family feud, and the ancestral legends... He also resolved one of Suming's doubts. It turned out that the poachers he had encountered with Su Meng were hired through channels by Park Jeong-ui to search for the so-called elixir of longevity.

"Mr. Su, I still can't tell you what my profession is, as it would bring trouble to you," Park Jeong-ui finally said.

Suming nodded, understanding that some things needed to be said aloud while others were better left unspoken.

"What do you plan to do next?" Suming asked Park Jeong-ui as he stroked Crested Ibis Xiaohong's head.

Park Jeong-ui glanced at the three-legged crested ibis and said, "I once thought the family legend was false, but now it seems there's some truth to it, at least the Three-legged Firebird truly exists."

"Maybe it's just an ibis with bone hyperplasia, suffering from an illness," Suming suggested.

The little Crested Ibis shook its head, clearly not satisfied with this low-end assessment.

Park Jeong-ui gave a wry smile, "Perhaps, after all, it's just a legend. Although I found the three-legged bird, I did not find the so-called elixir of longevity."

"Elixir of longevity?" Suming shrugged, "Where in the world does such a thing exist."

Park Jeong-ui sighed dejectedly, "Mr. Su, I want to go back to Korea to deal with some internal family disputes. Also, I have an unreasonable request, and I hope you can agree to it."

Suming frowned slightly. Both parties involved weren't exactly upstanding. It was none of his business if they wiped each other out. Although he had saved Park Jeong-ui, he did not intend to have much interaction with him.

"It's about my nephew," said Park Jeong-ui, gritting his teeth. "According to the legend, the Firebird and the elixir of longevity appear at the same time. This Firebird is still in its youth. If it grows up and finds the elixir, could I ask for your help for my nephew, Park Cheol-bin? The child is innocent."

After considering for a moment, Suming replied, "I can't promise you anything, but if such a thing truly exists and the conditions allow, I will consider it."

"Your kindness is more than enough," Park Jeong-ui bowed deeply, "Then I will take my leave."