Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Zhang Ling muttered to himself, with a strange smile on his face. It turns out that the president of the Black Dragon Society is a small islander who looks like Sakata! Is this a coincidence, or is there something else going on?

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, and disappeared into the night in a flash...

Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes and looked at the scarred man in front of him. He was not tall, but he exuded a cold aura, like a poisonous snake that made people shudder. The hideous scar extended from the corner of his left eye to his chin, as if a centipede was lying on his face, adding a bit of ferocity.

"Ichiro Kuroda..." Zhang Ling muttered the name silently, his mind working rapidly, trying to search for information about this person from the original owner's memory.

In the original owner's memory, Ichiro Kuroda was a ruthless character who relied on his father being the president of the Black Dragon Society to bully and do all kinds of evil in Hanami-cho. He had long coveted Chiyo's beauty and had proposed to her many times, but was rejected by her.

"Chiyo, are you okay?" Zhang Ling asked in a low voice while calmly protecting Chiyo behind him.

Chiyo’s face turned pale. She grabbed Zhang Ling’s sleeve tightly and shook her head gently.

Kuroda Ichiro smiled sinisterly and said, "Oh, you are quite good at being a hero and saving a beautiful girl. However, as a foreigner, you'd better not meddle in other people's business. Otherwise..."

He paused deliberately, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Ling sneered: "What else? Can you, the Black Dragon Society, still cover up everything?"

"Baka!" A samurai next to Kuroda Ichiro shouted angrily, "How dare you be disrespectful to the young master!"

"Disrespectful?" Zhang Ling curled his lips in disdain. "In my opinion, you villains who oppress the people are the truly disrespectful!"

"You're looking for death!" The warrior drew out his sword and slashed at Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He dodged the knife by leaning sideways and at the same time kicked the warrior away.

"With just this little ability, you dare to shout in front of me?" Zhang Ling brushed the dust off his body and said sarcastically.

Ichiro Kuroda's face was gloomy. He didn't expect Zhang Ling's skills to be so amazing.

"It seems that I underestimated you." Kuroda Ichiro said coldly, "But do you think you can save them like this?"

He waved his hand, and the surrounding warriors drew their weapons and surrounded Zhang Ling and Chiyo.

Zhang Ling looked around and thought to himself that it was not good. Although he was quite skilled, two fists could not defeat four hands, not to mention that the other party had weapons.

"Chiyo, I will cover you later and you find a chance to escape." Zhang Ling whispered to Chiyo.

Chiyo shook her head and said firmly: "No, I won't leave! I want to face it with you!"

Zhang Ling felt warm in his heart and held Chiyo's hand tightly.

"Okay! Then we'll fight together!"

After that, Zhang Ling took the lead and rushed into the crowd. He used both fists and feet, and each move was fatal. After a few rounds, he knocked down several warriors.

Seeing this, Kuroda Ichiro's face became even gloomier. He drew his samurai sword and joined the battle.

Kuroda Ichiro's swordsmanship was sharp and his moves were ruthless, and Zhang Ling was unable to defend himself for a while.

"Ha!" Kuroda Ichiro shouted and slashed at Zhang Ling's head with a knife.

Zhang Ling quickly raised his arm to block, but with a "clang" sound, Kuroda Ichiro's knife hit Zhang Ling's arm.

A sharp pain came, and a deep wound was cut on Zhang Ling's arm, and blood flowed out.

"Zhang Ling!" Chiyo exclaimed and hurried forward to support Zhang Ling.

"I'm fine." Zhang Ling clenched his teeth and endured the pain.

Seeing this, Kuroda Ichiro grinned and said, "What? Are you scared? It's not too late to beg for mercy now!"

"Beg for mercy?" Zhang Ling sneered, "Even if I die, I will never beg for mercy from a villain like you!"

After saying that, Zhang Ling rushed forward again and started a fierce battle with Kuroda Ichiro.

The two men fought back and forth with swords flashing and sabers flying, and the fight was difficult to separate.

Suddenly, Zhang Ling felt a strong wind coming from behind him. He quickly dodged sideways, but was still a step too late.

A warrior attacked from behind and slashed Zhang Ling on the back with a knife.

"Ah!" Zhang Ling screamed and fell to the ground.

"Zhang Ling!" Chiyo cried and threw herself on Zhang Ling, hugging him tightly.

Ichiro Kuroda walked up to Zhang Ling, looked down at him, and sneered, "Don't overestimate your own abilities! Now, do you have any last words?"

Zhang Ling endured the pain, raised his head, glared at Kuroda Ichiro, and said word by word: "I...will...come back..."

After saying this, Zhang Ling fainted.

Ichiro Kuroda looked at the unconscious Zhang Ling, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes.

"Take him back!"

......

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Ling slowly woke up.

He found himself lying in a dark room, covered in wounds and in excruciating pain.

"Are you awake?" a familiar voice came.

Zhang Ling turned his head and saw Chiyo sitting beside his bed, looking at him with concern.

"Chiyo..." Zhang Ling called out weakly.

Chiyo quickly held Zhang Ling's hand, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Zhang Ling, how are you? Are you okay?"

Zhang Ling shook his head and forced a smile: "I'm fine, I won't die."

Chiyo burst into laughter and hugged Zhang Ling tightly.

"Great, I'm glad you're okay..."

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of footsteps and the door was pushed open.

A group of samurai in black kimonos walked in, led by Ichiro Kuroda.

Ichiro Kuroda looked at the two people hugging each other with a cruel smile on his face...

Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes and looked at the man with a scar on his face. The scar ran diagonally from his left eyebrow to the corner of his mouth, looking hideous and terrifying, as if a centipede was lying on his face. He didn't know the Black Dragon Society, let alone Kuroda Ichiro, but he knew that today's incident would not end well.

"Kuroda Ichiro? Never heard of him." Zhang Ling shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed. "But, what's the point of bullying an unarmed person? Come at me if you dare!"

Upon hearing this, Ichiro Kuroda burst into laughter, his laughter full of contempt and disdain. "Boy, you are so arrogant. Do you know who is standing in front of you? No one in Hanamimachi dares to talk to me like this!"

"I don't care who you are!" Zhang Ling's anger grew stronger and stronger. "Today, you must apologize to this man!"

The smile on Kuroda Ichiro's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a cold murderous intent. "It seems that you don't want to drink the wine!" He waved his hand, and the warriors behind him immediately drew their swords and surrounded Zhang Ling and Chiyo.

Chiyo tightly grasped Zhang Ling's sleeve, her face pale and her whole body trembling. "Zhang Ling, let's go. Don't confront them head-on."

Zhang Ling gently patted Chiyo's hand and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Then he turned around and glanced at the surrounding warriors with cold eyes, "If you want to fight, just come on!"

"Go! Give him a lesson!" Kuroda Ichiro gave an order and the samurai rushed forward.

Zhang Ling took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance. Although his body had not fully recovered, he was a seasoned special forces soldier after all, and was more than capable of dealing with these warriors.

His body was as fast as lightning, his punches and kicks were as fast as the wind, and every move was deadly. In a blink of an eye, several warriors were knocked to the ground by him, wailing non-stop.

Ichiro Kuroda didn't expect Zhang Ling to be so powerful, and his face turned ugly. He drew the samurai sword from his waist, pointed at Zhang Ling, and said viciously: "Boy, you have some skills! But do you think you can win like this?"

Zhang Ling sneered and picked up a samurai sword from the ground. "Then give it a try!"

Swords flashed and sabers clashed back and forth. Although Zhang Ling was not familiar with the use of samurai swords, he relied on his rich fighting experience to fight against Kuroda Ichiro.

The people around were stunned and started talking about it.

"Who is this kid? How dare he fight with the young master of the Black Dragon Society!"

"You are really asking for your life! The Black Dragon Society is so powerful in Hanamimachi!"

"However, this boy is really amazing. He can even fight Ichiro Kuroda to a draw!"

Chiyo was horrified as she watched from the side. She clasped her hands together and prayed silently that Zhang Ling would be safe.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A dark shadow suddenly jumped out from the crowd, holding a dagger in his hand, and stabbed Zhang Ling in the back.

"Be careful!" Chiyo exclaimed.

Zhang Ling was startled when he heard Chiyo's shout and quickly dodged to the side. But he was still a step too late. The dagger cut through his clothes, leaving a deep bloody mark on his back.

Zhang Ling groaned, staggered a few steps, and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Ichiro Kuroda's eyes flashed with a sinister light, and he swung his knife towards Zhang Ling.

"Zhang Ling!" Chiyo cried out in despair.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly stood in front of Zhang Ling.

With a "clang" sound, the swords collided and sparks flew.

The person standing in front of Zhang Ling was actually the ragged man.

"You..." Zhang Ling looked at the man in front of him, his heart filled with shock and gratitude.

“Go!” The man used all his strength to block Kuroda Ichiro’s attack and said through gritted teeth, “My daughter still needs this medicine, I can’t die!”

Ichiro Kuroda was enraged by the man's behavior. He roared and chopped the man to the ground with a knife.

"No!" Zhang Ling's eyes were bloodshot and he let out a heart-wrenching roar.

He helped the dying man up and took the package from him with trembling hands.

"My...my daughter..." The man uttered a few words with difficulty and then took his last breath.

Zhang Ling hugged the man's body tightly, his eyes blurred with tears.

"I will definitely avenge you!" Zhang Ling swore silently in his heart.

He raised his head and stared at Ichiro Kuroda with cold eyes, his eyes filled with endless murderous intent.

Just then, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds came from a distance.

A group of armored soldiers rode up on horseback and surrounded Ichiro Kuroda and others.

The leading general dismounted from his horse, walked up to Zhang Ling and saluted respectfully.

"Excuse me, are you Master Zhang Ling?"

Zhang Ling was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "Who are you?"

The general said in a deep voice: "I was ordered to come here to protect you! General, you already know what happened to you here!"

Hearing the general's words, Zhang Ling's heart moved. Could it be...

At this time, a familiar voice came from the crowd: "Ling! Are you okay?"

Zhang Ling looked in the direction of the voice and saw a graceful woman in kimono walking towards him quickly.

"Chiyo..." Zhang Ling looked at the woman in front of him, his heart full of surprise and confusion.

what on earth is it?

Zhang Ling coldly looked at the scarred man in front of him, Kuroda Ichiro. He was not tall, but he exuded a sinister aura. The hideous scar extended from the left corner of his eye to his chin, as if a centipede was lying on his face, which was chilling.

"Kuroda Ichiro? Never heard of him." Zhang Ling said with disdain. He knew that in this world, it was meaningless to argue, and strength was the only thing that mattered.