The person holding the blade was exactly a Japanese Ninja, dressed from head to toe in black, with his face covered—as always.
Qin Feng flicked the rope in his hand, cracking it like a soft whip right at the Ninja.
The Ninja raised his sword to block, but as soon as the blade touched the rope, it coiled rapidly around him, swish swish, binding him tightly.
A surge of True Qi shot out from the rope, with a bang, snapping his sword cleanly in half.
The Ninja stared in terror, eyes wide as saucers, now tied up securely by Qin Feng and forced to kneel right in front of him.
Qin Feng looked at him and chuckled, "You've been under the water all afternoon—it wasn't easy, huh!"
"All afternoon?"
Lin Nan was startled and secretly relieved he didn't drag Qin Feng into any mischief. Otherwise, with someone watching under the house, he would have died from embarrassment.
The Ninja glared back furiously. He'd never met such a nosy Huaxia person—watched him for an entire afternoon!
