Chapter 25: Bizarre Ninjas Delivering Their Own Heads
"You guys realize you're less of a threat to me than a random handgun, right?"
In this age where firearms dominate the battlefield,
The ninjas before him—clinging to cold weapons—seemed completely out of place.
Jiang Feng couldn't comprehend what kind of mindset would make someone still use melee weapons in modern times,
Especially when those wielding them were nothing more than ordinary humans.
In Jiang Feng's eyes,
If they were physically enhanced beings—like the Hulk or Thor—using melee weapons might make sense.
But these ninjas?
Facing a man in full steel armor with blades was not just foolish—it was laughable.
He was genuinely baffled.
Yet the ninjas stared back at him coldly, eyes sharp as blades,
Ignoring his taunts and showing no response.
Instead, they advanced in unison, swinging their sharp katanas.
Their blades sliced through the air with a harsh screech,
Charging at him without hesitation.
Zing!
"They're seriously charging me with cold weapons? Is this some kind of trap?"
Seeing the Hand ninjas launch a frontal assault,
Jiang Feng's instincts flared, and he frowned deeply.
To him,
Their actions were beyond abnormal.
Under normal circumstances,
No sane person would try to engage someone in an indestructible suit of armor in close combat.
They had to be hiding something.
Scenes from Marvel comics flashed through Jiang Feng's mind.
Could these ninjas have been enhanced by the demonic entity "The Beast," like in the comics?
Or maybe they had mastered some kind of shadow magic, able to kill from the darkness?
Better safe than sorry.
Refusing to be careless, Jiang Feng assumed they were powerful opponents—hence their confidence in melee.
He immediately activated the thrusters on his legs.
Flames burst from his calves and soles,
Propelling his heavy body backward like an arrow released from a bowstring.
Despite his suit appearing bulky,
He displayed surprising agility,
Dodging away from the ninjas in a few quick steps.
"If you insist on dying, then I'll gladly grant your wish."
With a cold snort, Jiang Feng activated his weapons again.
The weapons bay on his back opened with a heavy clunk,
Revealing rows of miniature missiles—far more powerful than the needle-like armor-piercing rounds.
These missiles, like coiled vipers,
Locked onto targets before launching with long blazing trails.
Deafening explosions erupted one after another,
Like thunder cracking beside the ears.
Heatwaves, debris, and flames radiated outward in all directions.
The intense light instantly illuminated the dark streets.
In that blinding brilliance,
The ninjas were flung into the air by the shockwaves—
Tossed about like broken kites.
Almost simultaneously, system notifications rang in Jiang Feng's ears.
"Ding! You have successfully killed: Hand Ninja ×9. Mechanic class gained 30 XP. Warrior class gained 30 XP."
"Ding! Reincarnator Jiang Feng has killed: Hand Ninja ×9. Gained Reincarnation Points: 27."
After racking up another wave of experience and points,
Jiang Feng looked at the aftermath in stunned silence.
Where the explosion hit,
The once neatly-formed ninja formation was now in shambles.
Charred body parts lay scattered in the craters,
Severed limbs everywhere.
Their katanas shattered into fragments, flung in all directions.
"They really were just normal people… how did they dare to come after me?"
Jiang Feng shook his head in disbelief, utterly confused.
These ninjas—
Clearly ordinary people with no special powers—
Had actually dared to challenge a fully armed iron warrior
With nothing but swords.
The absurdity of the scene
Made him feel like he was trapped in a surreal farce.
Jiang Feng couldn't help but think back to the Marvel comics he'd read before crossing over.
There were indeed many villains in those stories who seemed to lack intelligence,
Rushing to their deaths as if they were offering their heads.
But that had just been fiction.
Now that it was happening right before his eyes,
Jiang Feng felt utterly shocked.
The enemies were like brainless melee mobs in an FPS game,
Marching straight into death, one after another.
It made no sense at all.
At the top floor of Fisk Tower...
As the masterminds behind this hunt,
Kingpin and Madame Gao were watching from the shadows, not acting personally.
Kingpin's massive body was sunk into a custom high-back chair.
His white suit stretched tightly over his bear-like frame.
Beside him, Madame Gao lounged sideways in her armchair,
Her wrinkled hands slowly turning a string of prayer beads.
Although Linglong had tampered with the surveillance feeds in Hell's Kitchen,
She hadn't cut off Kingpin's voice communication network.
The battlefield updates
Were being relayed in real time by Kingpin's trusted subordinate, Bullseye.
When Kingpin heard that Jiang Feng had single-handedly slaughtered over a hundred assassins,
And that even the Hand's elite ninjas had been blown to bits,
His chubby face twitched,
And his triangular eyes darkened with malice.
"This is impossible!"
He slammed his metal cane against the floor,
Causing the ash from his cigar to scatter across the desk.
"What the hell is that armor made of?! Even a hundred guns couldn't scratch it!
Don't tell me this really has something to do with Tony Stark?"
His thoughts spun into chaos.
Madame Gao stopped turning her prayer beads,
A flicker of shock appearing on her aged face.
After all—
Every Hand ninja was a killing machine,
Trained through brutal methods to complete high-difficulty missions.
For them to be wiped out so easily by Jiang Feng
Far exceeded her expectations.
"If even the Hand's ninjas can't deal with him,
Sending more cannon fodder won't help.
It's time to let the real wolves-for-hire take the field."
Though slightly surprised by Jiang Feng's strength,
Madame Gao understood that only true elites could face such a foe.
"It's time for Taskmaster to lead the charge."
Kingpin immediately nodded.
He had full confidence in the legendary mercenary,
Viewing him as the ultimate weapon to cut through all obstacles.
"Taskmaster, huh?
Even if he were in the Hand, he'd still be a top-tier operative.
His mimicry skills are enough to give any enemy a headache."
Madame Gao nodded slightly.
She, too, had heard of Taskmaster's name—
A rare martial arts genius far above the level of ordinary ninjas.
Both of them placed high hopes in Taskmaster
And eagerly anticipated the results of the upcoming battle.
"Bullseye, start a live feed.
I want to see the battle with my own eyes—
Let me witness Taskmaster's might."
Kingpin immediately issued the order.
At that moment,
Hiding in a corner of Hell's Kitchen,
Bullseye—who had just witnessed Jiang Feng's explosive rampage—
Trembled as he followed the command.
He activated the camera on his chest with shaky hands.
"Hey, Fisk… this guy ain't normal.
He looks stronger than the Iron Man on TV.
You sure your guy can take him?"
The usual playfulness on Bullseye's face was gone,
Replaced with sheer nervousness.
He swallowed hard and cautiously reported.
From the earpiece came Kingpin's heavy voice:
"Don't worry, Bullseye. The people I brought in are top-tier mercenaries."
Meanwhile,
Kraven the Hunter, standing nearby, couldn't resist teasing him.
"Hey, little guy.
If you're that scared, just stay out of the way.
We'll take care of the job."