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Chapter 92 The Effects of Using a Gun for the First Time
The Black Dragon Society's middle-aged warrior took a step forward, drew his blade, and aimed straight for Chen Zhan's vulnerable spot in the back.

But Chen Zhan was in a killing frenzy at this moment, his five senses were extremely sharp. As soon as the blade behind him was drawn, he turned around and slashed horizontally, unleashing eight consecutive sweeping slashes!

Two long, blunt-bladed swords, one slashing horizontally, the other slashing upwards.

The middle-aged samurai dared not fight back, and retreated while shouting, "Attack together! His sword is about to break!"

This sentence is in Japanese, which Chen Zhan cannot understand.

But he sensed the movements of the samurai behind him, turned around and swept his sword with wide, sweeping strokes, transforming the skillful force of the Eight-Pan Sword into a fierce attack.

Eight Trigrams Night Battle Blade

He fought across the night, his sword sweeping across the land, his moves bold and unrestrained.

Night Battle Blade is a horizontal sword technique that emphasizes force over skill.

Ye Ningzhen had only recently passed on this signature sword technique of the Cheng School of Baguazhang to him, but when it comes to fist techniques, once you master one, you can master them all.

Sun Lutang, who was already a grandmaster in his forties or fifties, learned Tai Chi again and mastered it in just one or two years, creating new and innovative versions.

The principles are the same when martial arts are mastered to the highest level.

The samurai sword was already chipped and worn, greatly reducing its sharpness. It was better to switch to a swordsmanship that used force to propel the sword. He charged into the crowd and unleashed three consecutive strikes: a pushing and spinning strike, a pulling and thrusting strike, and a chopping and advancing strike!

The ronin's steel sword shattered upon contact, and his vital parts were also struck.

Although the knife was already very fragile, Chen Zhan's own strength was fierce; a master of internal energy could easily exert a force of a thousand pounds.

He then killed six more people.

Another corpse lay on the ground.

One of the remaining ronin had already escaped to fetch reinforcements, while the leading middle-aged samurai had four others behind him.

Of the team of over twenty people, only five remain.

"Not enough, not enough," Chen Zhan muttered to himself.

With a surge of strength, the steel knife snapped in two with a 'crack'.

However, there were many knives on the ground. With a stomp of his foot, the samurai sword fell into his hand, and he killed five people in one fell swoop, this time even faster.

Chen Zhan's swordsmanship became increasingly refined. He could cut off wrists with his sword, turn around to intercept, flick the tail and spin, stab and cut. Apart from screams, there was only the light of the sword and the light of blood. Soon, only one person remained.

The middle-aged warrior had his tendons severed by Chen Zhan and was then trampled under his body.

However, he continued to hurl insults, babbling incoherently. Chen Zhan couldn't understand him, but he could sense his emotions.

"Can either of you understand what he's saying?"

The two police officers, who were less than ten meters away, witnessed Chen Zhan wielding a knife and committing a massacre, feeling both fear and exhilaration.

What I fear is subsequent retaliation from the Japanese.

What's great is that Chen Zhan did what everyone wanted to do, but dared not do, or couldn't do!

He's insulting you.

"What were they saying? Never mind, it doesn't matter."

With a single swing of his sword, Chen Zhan severed the ronin at his feet, slicing off his nose and chin. Blood gushed out, bone and flesh spurting out, and the garbled Japanese abruptly ceased.

The entire venue fell silent once again.

Most of the onlookers dispersed, because they increasingly felt something was wrong. Chen Zhan was not a chivalrous knight-errant, nor a righteous man, but a madman, a demon star. If he went berserk, he might very well attack the onlookers.

Chen Zhan's skills were simply superhuman.

When the movements are fast, only shadows can be caught, making killing someone easier than slaughtering chickens or sheep.

"You two should go and take your families out of the city. The Japanese won't be able to take care of you for a while."

Chen Zhan looked at the two police officers and pondered in his heart that even if the two were not directly involved, they would inevitably be drawn in, and the Japanese would never let them go.

The two of them finally realized that it was too late to turn back.

Having worked in this industry for several years, they knew all too well that the Japanese were vindictive, always looking for trouble and deliberately stirring up conflict. Now that they had this opportunity, they would not let it slip by.

He got up, thanked Chen Zhan, and walked away closely behind him.

The entire massacre didn't take long, but by then the stench of blood had filled the entire street, and the Japanese consulate district was in complete chaos.

The sirens blared. Sirens wailed everywhere.

Dozens of Japanese police officers were notified and rushed to the scene, armed with guns, to look around.

Only the smell of blood and corpses remained in the scene; the figure that had stood there like a demon was completely gone.

However, the group of police officers dared not be careless, as Chen Zhan's skills were terrifying and his speed was extremely fast, according to the report.

They communicated in Japanese, used hand gestures to direct the search, formed teams of four, dispersed the crowd, drove away all the Japanese onlookers, and carefully examined the scene.

However, there was a large open space in front of the tavern with little cover, so Chen Zhan had no good place to hide.

After searching the tavern and surrounding shops, they couldn't find any trace of Demon Star.

They began examining the bodies, but there wasn't much to examine; they were almost all dismembered, and there was no possibility of any living people among them.

The first few ronin and policemen were too fragmented to be pieced together easily.

"Ugh~"

"Ugh~ vomit~"

Japanese police officers were vomiting violently, and the ground was covered in blood and gore. The scene was too shocking and the stench of blood was too overwhelming to bear.

"Bear with it and see if there are any clues."

A group of patrol officers inspected the scene but found nothing. They then called in the Japanese owner of the pub who had witnessed everything.

Seeing that the commotion had subsided, he crawled out from under the table, about to answer, when, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several shots were fired in quick succession.

Just lie down.

Before anyone could turn their attention to it, "Clap, clap, clap, clap!"

Bullets flew wildly into the room in an instant. They weren't very accurate, but the firing rate was fast and the density was high.

The dozens of Japanese police officers were immediately shocked.
"He hasn't left! He's still here!"

"Quick, hide! Take cover!"

"Damn it, how come he has a gun!"

The sheriff shouted, and the officers behind him responded, "The service weapons on the bodies of the dead brothers are missing."

Chen Zhan fired all the bullets from his four guns, hitting about ten people. It was his first time using a gun, and the results were mediocre.

Ye Ningzhen had taught him before, but he could only demonstrate within the city and couldn't actually fire a gun, so he didn't put too much effort into it.

Chen Zhan was not averse to firearms like guns; they were deadly weapons, and he would naturally use them if he could.

But I won't spend too much time researching it.

This was a sudden inspiration; I took four guns and used them to launch a surprise attack, and the effect was indeed quite good.

His aim wasn't great, but he was quick and accurate, and with hands as strong as a gun barrel, handling two pistols was no problem for him.

Inside the tavern, dozens of bullets fired by Chen Zhan sent everything flying, sparks flying, and chaos reigned.

However, Chen Zhan's Type 14 Nambu only had eight bullets, and he needed to reload after using them all.

While they were changing bullets, the tavern owner realized what was happening and spotted Chen Zhan.

"over there!"

"He's out of bullets on the roof! Quick! Shoot him!"

Fujii Tsuyoshi pointed to the rooftop opposite the pub.
Chen Zhan sat leisurely on the eaves of the blue brick house, changing his bullets. A dozen men quickly opened fire, "clanging and banging," shattering a piece of the tile and blue brick.

With a flick of his sleeve, Chen Zhan swept away several pistols, flipped over, and landed on the eaves of a building, disappearing from sight.

"Chase!"

A dozen or so people filed out and headed straight for the direction where Chen Zhan had disappeared, in the opposite direction from He Chenjun.

Chen Zhan did not leave the Japanese consular district. He wanted to stall for time, giving He Chenjun and the two police officers more time, while also thinking about how to handle the aftermath.

The densely built houses in the consular district made it easy to hide and launch a sneak attack, allowing him to escape with ease.

(End of this chapter)