Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

"idiot!"

The left and right guards moved with incredible speed, leaving afterimages in the air as they swung their swords at Zhang Yan.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, slashed at Zhang Yan's neck and waist respectively.

During this process, Zhang Yan also extended countless Qi threads, stabbing towards the two of them.

The two men swiftly swung their Japanese swords.

The blade struck the Qi lines without making a sound; Zhang Yan's Qi lines fell away and dissipated into the air.

One of the Japanese men said with a mocking expression.

"How can such a delicate Qi line stop our swift blade?"

The voice just fell.

The two men had already reached Zhang Yan and were about to slash at him with their swords.

Brush brush brush brush!

The blade flashed, emitting a deep red light.

The two men's swordsmanship was extremely precise, and their coordination was seamless.

Every cut landed in the same spot.

One person slashed at Zhang Yan, breaking through his protective qi, while another person simultaneously landed on the same wound, leaving a long gash on Zhang Yan's waist.

Zhang Yan was stunned, feeling a sharp pain that went deep into his bones, but he did not take a step back and remained blocking the entrance to the cave.

Aside from the Gu Master's poison, this was the first time his defenses had been breached, especially in a physical fight.

Zhang Yan frowned as his injuries healed rapidly under the reverse regeneration state.

The Qi in his body turned golden, and at the same time, it was continuously compressed, finally sticking tightly to his skin.

Dangdang Dangdang!

Countless blades slashed at him, producing a crisp sound of metal clashing against metal.

Zhang Yan struck out with his palm at each of the two men, who parried with their swords and retreated.

Zhang Yan was surprised to find that there was not a trace of his Qi left on either of them.

Yamamoto slightly curled the corners of his mouth and spoke.

"very good!"

He looked at Zhang Yan and made a sarcastic remark.

"That brat is all talk and no action. Heh, with our combined attack from both sides, there's no defense we can't break through."

The left and right guards stepped forward again, but this time their methods were not limited to slashing.

The knife skills—picking, stabbing, and thrusting—are unpredictable.

Zhang Yan's protective golden light became unstable, and several more wounds appeared on his body in an instant.

"Hahaha, what do you think of these methods? Over the years, I've collected various techniques from the Dragon Kingdom, including those related to knife and sword techniques. They all study and learn from them."

Yamamoto Ichiro laughed heartily and continued.

"It would be an honor for you to die by their sword."

Zhang Yan also realized that the two Japanese men's methods were indeed those of Chinese artists.

I wonder how many extraordinary people from the Dragon Kingdom this Yamamoto killed to obtain these abilities.

At that moment, a samurai wielding a sword spoke.

"After receiving those rewards and observing for several years, we finally integrated the methods of the Dragon Kingdom with our swordsmanship."

"Today you will die here, becoming a stepping stone for both of us on the path of swordsmanship."

Zhang Yan's aura changed again, the golden light on his body turning pure white, and then a golden longsword condensed in his hand.

He forced the two men back with a single palm strike, and then spoke.

"Integration? I'll show you the true swordsmanship of the Dragon Kingdom."

The two guards looked at the golden lightsaber and said fiercely.

"You bastard, you actually dared to draw your sword against us, you're asking for death."

The two charged forward again, their swords clashing.

Ding Ding!

Ding Ding!

Zhang Yan's swordsmanship was elegant and fluid, and it was exactly the same as the knife techniques the two people had just used.

That's not quite right either. It was he who eliminated the techniques of the Japanese sword, making the sword moves more fluid and flexible.

This swordsmanship is far superior to that of the two Japanese.

puff!

Zhang Yan shattered the shoulder of one of the warriors with a single sword strike.

The man clutched his wound, his face filled with shock.

"How come you know how to..."

Zhang Yan glanced at the golden longsword in his hand, spat at the two of them, and said...

"It took several years of damn repairs, and all of it went down the drain."

"The good things of the Dragon Kingdom are being wasted on you."

Another warrior looked at Zhang Yan, then glanced behind him, and said with a sinister expression.

“Dragon Country Man, you seem to care a lot about the cave behind you.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan's face darkened, and he spoke...

"You will die if you take even one step closer!"

The samurai said, holding the sword in his hand.

"Die? No matter how skilled your swordsmanship is, you're only one person, and are you faster than the two of us combined?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan flew into a rage, and the Qi flames around his body surged wildly.

Several strands of Qi reappeared.

Seeing the thin threads reappear, the two warriors shook their heads with smiles, and one of them said...

"It's still that same fragile thread. We've already tried it; it can't stop us at all. Just wait to hear the screams."

Instead of targeting them, Zhang Yan's Qi threads pierced his own acupoints.

In an instant, Zhang Yan's Qi surged again, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he looked at the two of them and said.

"You think you're fast? I'll cut off your legs and see how fast you can move then."

"I'll cut off your hands, then let's see how fast you can swing your blade!"

Yamamoto Ichiro, who was standing to the side, saw it all clearly.

Zhang Yan forcibly improved his movement and speed by stimulating his meridians with Qi threads.

He said urgently, "Be careful!"

At this moment, two warriors rushed out, one of them heading towards the stone chamber behind Zhang Yan.

Another person rushed towards Zhang Yan, trying to slow him down.

Zhang Yan moved at that moment, his figure as swift as lightning.

He ignored the samurai attacking him and teleported towards the entrance of the stone chamber.

The samurai who attacked him struck his phantom with his sword and stood frozen in place.

Zhang Yan cleaved the Japanese man's legs in two with a single sword strike.

Two more sword strikes were unleashed, severing the man's arms.

puff!

The final strike.

A head flew high into the air.

The samurai behind him was still standing there in a daze when he realized what was happening and quickly retreated.

Zhang Yan turned around, staring at him with icy eyes, and spoke.

"I mean what I say, it's your turn next."

The surviving warriors looked at Zhang Yan, whose eyes were bloodshot, and felt fear in their hearts.

How could he be so fast?

I've been practicing for years, but I still haven't reached his level.

Is this the limit I'm striving for?

His legs were now shaking.

He knew that if he exchanged one more blow with this Chinese man, he would die.

And they died just as painfully as their companions with whom they spent every day.

"Useless trash, are you scared?"

"How can you, a samurai, have such emotions? What about your Bushido spirit?"

Yamamoto Ichiro's face was extremely grim as he continued.

"To die for your family is your honor!"

The samurai gripped his katana tightly, swallowed hard, and mustered his courage once more.

Zhang Yan looked at the warrior in front of him, waved to him, and took a step forward.

thump!

The samurai took two steps back and sat down on the ground. The courage he had just mustered was crushed by Zhang Yan's step.

"Useless trash, utterly useless, die!"

Yamamoto Ichiro was furious and said in a fit of rage.

As soon as he finished speaking,

Several giant wolves appeared beside the samurai. One of the wolves opened its mouth and bit off the samurai's head, chewing it.

Yamamoto Ichiro laughed maniacally.

"Hahaha, no matter how fast you are, how many shikigami can you stop?"

"If you care about them so much, you'll go crazy if the child in the cave dies."