Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked vigilantly.

"My name is Bai Su, and I'm the doctor here." The woman said with a smile.

"Where is this place?" Zhang Ling asked.

"This is Longyin Village." Bai Su replied.

"Longyin Village?" Zhang Ling was confused. He had never heard of this place.

"Your injuries are severe. I have already treated you. You need to rest well." Bai Su said.

Only then did Zhang Ling notice that the wounds on his body had been bandaged and the pain was much relieved.

"Thank you." Zhang Ling said.

"You're welcome. This is what I should do." Bai Su said with a smile.

"By the way, where are those devils?" Zhang Ling suddenly remembered what happened before.

"Devils?" Bai Su frowned slightly, "What devils?"

Zhang Ling was confused. Could it be that Bai Su didn’t know about the Japanese?

He looked at Bai Su carefully and found that her eyes were clear and did not seem to be fake.

Could it be...that this isn't the original world?

"Which country is this?" Zhang Ling asked.

"The Daqian Dynasty." Bai Su replied.

"Daqian Dynasty?" Zhang Ling was shocked. He had never heard of this dynasty.

Could it be...he traveled through time?

At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong aura approaching quickly...

Zhang Ling felt the power surging in his body. This power was warm and powerful, completely different from the power given by the system before. A golden light flowed on his chest, and a circling dragon pattern could be vaguely seen, which made him feel doubtful. Could this be the so-called dragon vein? This sudden change ignited a glimmer of hope in his originally desperate heart.

The roar of the devils was getting closer and closer. Zhang Ling clenched his fists and directed the surging dragon vein power in his body to his limbs. He stood up suddenly and stared at the approaching enemy with sharp eyes.

"Come on, you beasts! Let me show you what real power is!" Zhang Ling roared and took the initiative to meet the Japanese troops.

With the power of the dragon vein, Zhang Ling's speed and strength were greatly improved. He rushed into the enemy camp like a tiger descending from the mountain, using both fists and feet, and every move was deadly.

"Bang!" A Japanese soldier was knocked flying by his punch. He fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth and died on the spot.

"Baga! What kind of monster is this?" another Japanese soldier shouted in horror, raising his bayonet and stabbing Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling dodged the bayonet by moving sideways, and grabbed the Japanese soldier's wrist with his backhand. He twisted it hard, and with a "click", the Japanese soldier's wrist broke.

The Japanese soldier let out a shrill scream, but Zhang Ling showed no mercy and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers fell at Zhang Ling's feet, either dead or injured.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were so frightened upon seeing this that they turned around and ran away.

"Want to run? Too late!" Zhang Ling sneered and chased after him.

The power of the dragon vein roared in his body, giving him superhuman speed and strength. He shuttled through the enemy troops like a ghost, and every time he attacked, he was accompanied by a scream.

In a short while, all the devils were dealt with by him.

Zhang Ling stood among the corpses, gasping for breath, his clothes stained red with blood.

He looked down at his hands, his heart filled with shock.

The power of this dragon vein is so strong!

"It seems that God still favors me." Zhang Ling thought to himself, "Since God has given me a second life and the power of revenge, I must make good use of it!"

He looked up into the distance, the flame of revenge flashing in his eyes.

"Yamamoto Ikki, just wait! I will make you pay for your blood debt with blood!"

At this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy, his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.

......

When Zhang Ling woke up again, he found himself lying on a simple wooden bed.

He looked around and found himself in a dilapidated thatched hut.

"Where is this?" Zhang Ling wondered.

"Are you awake?" an old voice came.

Zhang Ling turned his head and saw a white-haired old man sitting beside the bed, looking at him kindly.

"Old man, who are you?" Zhang Ling asked.

"I am the chief of this village." The old man said, "You fainted at the entrance of the village and we rescued you."

"Thank you." Zhang Ling said gratefully.

"You're welcome." The old man waved his hand, "You're seriously injured. You need to rest well."

"My injuries?" Zhang Ling looked down at his body and found that the wounds had been bandaged.

"Who bandaged me?" he asked.

"It's the village doctor." The old man said, "He has excellent medical skills. Your injury will heal quickly."

"Thank you, doctor." Zhang Ling said.

"By the way, old man, where is this place?" Zhang Ling asked.

"This is Longmai Village," the old man said, "located at the foot of Longmai Mountain."

"Dragon Vein Mountain?" Zhang Ling's heart moved. Could this be where the dragon vein is?

"That's right." The old man seemed to see Zhang Ling's thoughts, "Longmai Mountain is the sacred mountain of our village. It is said that it contains powerful dragon vein power."

"The power of dragon vein?" Zhang Ling became more certain of his guess.

"That's right." The old man nodded, "It is said that only those with dragon blood can absorb the power of dragon veins."

"Dragon bloodline?" Zhang Ling was puzzled. Did he have dragon bloodline?

He recalled the powerful force that surged in his body on the battlefield before, and the dragon-shaped pattern that appeared on his chest, and he had a vague idea of ​​the answer in his mind.

"Old man, can you tell me more about the dragon veins?" Zhang Ling asked.

The old man smiled and said, "Of course you can, but you are still very weak now, so you should have a good rest first. When you recover, I will tell you slowly."

Zhang Ling nodded, he knew the old man was right.

He closed his eyes and began to regulate the disordered breath in his body.

Just then, he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the door.

"What's going on?" Zhang Ling was puzzled.

He opened his eyes and looked towards the door.

A young woman ran in in a panic.

"Village chief, it's bad! The Japanese...the Japanese are coming again!" the woman shouted anxiously.

"What?!" The old man's face changed drastically, "Why are they here again?"

"This time...this time there are so many devils!" the woman said in horror, "They...they kill anyone they see!"

When he heard the word "devils", a cold light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes.

New and old grudges came to my mind.

He stood up suddenly, grabbed the woman's shoulders, and asked sharply, "Where are they now?"

Zhang Ling felt the power surge in his body, like a dormant dragon finally awakening. A golden light flowed in his chest, and the dragon pattern became clearer. A powerful force rushed along his meridians, repairing his previously damaged body. The devil's shouts and screams were getting closer and closer. He clenched his fists, and the flame of revenge burned in his eyes.

"System, are you dumb? Are you pretending to be dead at this time?" Zhang Ling roared in his heart, but the system still did not respond. He gritted his teeth and said, "I can kill all these beasts even without you!"

The power of the dragon veins brought not only strength, but also an indescribable perception. He seemed to be able to predict the movements of the devils. Every breath, heartbeat, and even the slight tremor of the muscles of the devils were clearly presented in his mind.

"Baga! Quickly, kill all the Chinese!" The Japanese officer waved his sword and rushed to the front with a ferocious face.

Zhang Ling sneered, and his figure flashed, appearing in front of the Japanese officer like a ghost. Before the Japanese officer could react, Zhang Ling's fist had already hit him hard in the face.

With a "crack", the bridge of the Japanese officer's nose was broken, blood gushed out, he screamed and fell on his back.

"Kill!" Zhang Ling roared and rushed into the Japanese team, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.

With the power of the dragon vein, his speed and strength reached a terrifying level. Every punch and kick was powerful enough to crush the enemy soldiers.

The devils were terrified, they had never seen such a powerful opponent. In their eyes, Zhang Ling was no longer a human being, but a demon from hell.

"Devil! He is a devil!" a Japanese soldier shouted in horror, dropped his weapon, turned around and ran away.

Seeing this, the other Japanese soldiers also fled.

Zhang Ling did not chase them. He knew that these devils were just cannon fodder and the real enemy was the black hand hiding behind the scenes.

He walked up to the Japanese officer he had knocked down and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Tell me, who sent you here?" Zhang Ling's tone was cold, like a judgment from hell.

The Japanese officer covered his nose, groaned in pain, his eyes full of fear.

"I...I don't know..."

"Don't say it?" Zhang Ling sneered and stepped on his chest.

With a "crack", the Japanese officer's sternum broke, he let out a shrill scream and vomited blood.

"I said...I said..." the Japanese officer said quickly, "It's...It's Yamamoto Ikki..."

"Yamamoto Ikki?" A cold light flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes. "Very good, I will go find him."

After saying that, he stomped on the Japanese officer's throat and crushed it.

Looking at the bodies of the Japanese officers, Zhang Ling had no pity in his heart. These people were invaders and executioners, and they all deserved to go to hell!

He looked up at the sky, his heart filled with hatred and anger.

"I will definitely take revenge! I definitely will!"

......

In the next few days, Zhang Ling practiced the power of dragon veins while trying to find out the news about Yamamoto Ikki.

He discovered that this world was very different from his original world. This world was a world where martial arts prevailed, and the strong could fly, move mountains, and fill the sea.

The dragon vein power in his body is one of the most powerful forces in the world.

After several days of practice, Zhang Ling has been able to initially master the power of dragon veins, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

He believed that as long as he was given enough time, he would be able to become the strongest person in the world, and then kill Yamamoto Ikki with his own hands to avenge his dead relatives!

One day, Zhang Ling was practicing when he suddenly heard a noise coming from a distance.

He opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a group of people walking towards him.

Leading the group was a burly, bearded man, followed by a group of strong men in uniform.

"Boy, are you Zhang Ling?" The big man walked up to Zhang Ling and asked arrogantly.

Zhang Ling looked at the big man and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"who are you?"

"I'm the leader of the Black Dragon Gang, Black Dragon!" Da Han said arrogantly, "I heard that you're very powerful. Do you dare to kill someone from our Black Dragon Gang?"

"Black Dragon Gang?" Zhang Ling frowned slightly. He had never heard of this gang.

"Boy, you must pay the price for killing our Black Dragon Gang members!" Black Dragon roared, waving the big knife in his hand and slashing towards Zhang Ling.