Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

The next morning, the storyteller on the stage was telling his story with great enthusiasm.

However, the audience below seemed somewhat distracted today, and one of them spoke up in a low voice.

"Hey, did you hear? That scoundrel went crazy yesterday!"

"Going crazy? Humph, so what? It would be better if that scoundrel died."

"No, listen to me first. After that scoundrel went back yesterday, he saw his Japanese master and went crazy on the spot, grabbing a knife and stabbing him."

"What? Why did he go crazy when he saw his master?"

"Who can argue with that? That scoundrel grabbed a knife and charged straight at his master, stabbing the Japanese man. He was killed on the spot."

"That's strange. Could it be that he was knocked stupid by Chai Yan yesterday?"

"Who knows? But that rascal really listens to advice. He actually went and beat up the Japanese when asked. Haha."

"Haha, that scoundrel did a good thing before he died."

Zhang Yan just smiled when he heard these comments.

It's a pity that Po San'er only managed to stab the Japanese man. Although the Gu poison can unleash a person's potential, Po San'er was, after all, just an ordinary person.

Just then, Chai Yan rushed in looking flustered and went straight to Zhang Yan, who was eating sunflower seeds.

"Brother Zhang, the Second Elder..."

Zhang Yan clapped his hands, stood up, and interrupted him, saying, "..."

"Let's talk on the way."

Along the way, Chai Yan gave a general account of what had happened: the Japanese had come to challenge them again today, and they had brought a body-training expert with them. Several of his fellow disciples had already been defeated by him.

At this moment, the Second Elder should have been facing him, but he was still injured and in critical condition.

The Vajra Martial Arts School was locked up tight.

Inside, the Second Elder and a Japanese man were locked in a fierce battle. Both of them practiced body-refining techniques, and their fight was brutal and realistic.

The thumping sound continued, like the beating of drums.

The Second Elder exuded an imposing aura, his clothes were torn, revealing his well-proportioned body and blood-soaked gauze.

The Japanese man was nearly two meters tall, fat and strong, and he was only wearing a piece of cloth to cover himself, looking like a maddened wild boar.

At this moment, the two exchanged a palm strike and retreated, and the Japanese man spoke.

"Old man, you have the skill, but not the strength. How long can you last?"

Among the crowd stood a bespectacled man dressed in Japanese clothing, who translated the Japanese man's words verbatim.

The Second Elder calmed the surging Qi within his body, exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and said through gritted teeth.

"Kill you enough!"

Although he said that, everyone could see that the Second Elder was already injured and was now at his last gasp.

Meanwhile, on the Japanese side, a Japanese man with a knife spoke.

"Chuanliu, you can't take care of all these Chinese pigs by yourself. Leave me a few so I can have some fun too."

Chuanliu tilted his head, looked at the Japanese man with the knife, and laughed heartily, saying...

"These few people aren't enough for me to warm up. Next time, you can lead the charge."

The seven or eight Japanese people watching nearby burst into laughter upon hearing this, their faces beaming with smug satisfaction.

Although the disciples of the Vajra Body Cultivation Sect couldn't understand it, and the translator didn't speak, they knew from the expressions of the Japanese that it wasn't something pleasant.

Their faces darkened instantly, their fists clenched, and they couldn't swallow the anger in their hearts.

The second elder roared, his skin turning from pale yellow to golden yellow, and he punched the Japanese man straight in the chest.

The Japanese man named Chuanliu chuckled, didn't dodge, and reached out to grab the incoming fist.

"I told you, you're already out of strength, yet you still dare to throw straight punches. You're asking for death."

As he uttered those words, the Second Elder's arm slowly began to deform and twist, and his face was filled with pain.

"Scream! Why don't you scream? The Japanese love the screams of you Chinese pigs! Scream like the Chinese pigs that just died!"

The Second Elder stared at the Japanese man before him, his eyes bloodshot, and abruptly withdrew the Qi from his arm.

With a snap, the arm broke off, revealing the white bone fragments.

But the Second Elder didn't care at all. He kicked off with his foot and punched the man in the face with his other fist.

Tear it apart!

Bah!

The second elder's arm was ripped off, but the powerful punch broke through the defense and landed on the man's hateful face.

"Woo~"

Chuanliu was forced back several steps by the blow, his nose was crooked and blood was flowing down his nose.

Defensive!

Finally broke through!

After fighting for so long, at the cost of an arm, we finally broke through the Japanese man's defenses.

The First Elder, sitting in his armchair, tapped the table with his finger and said something.

"Stop fighting, we... concede this round."

Chuanliu spat out a mouthful of blood, along with several loose teeth. His aura suddenly surged, and he threw away the severed limb in his hand.

"You pig from the Dragon Kingdom, I'm going to tear you apart alive!"

He rushed forward without paying any attention to the elder's order to stop him, as did he and the surrounding Japanese.

With a loud bang, the door was violently pushed open, and Zhang Yan and his companion witnessed this scene.

"Second Elder!"

Chai Yan cried out in surprise and was about to step forward, but Zhang Yan was faster and directly blocked the Second Elder's path.

boom!

An invisible shockwave emanated from around Zhang Yan and his companion, causing dust to rise into the air.

When the dust settled, Zhang Yan remained completely still.

He turned and looked at the Second Elder and Chai Yan, and spoke to them.

"Second Elder, you've worked hard. Chai Yan, go and treat your injuries first."

Who is this person?

The Vajra Body Cultivators looked at Zhang Yan and couldn't help but wonder. They couldn't see any Qi manifested in Zhang Yan, but the aura he exuded was extremely terrifying.

Could he also be a master of body cultivation? How could someone so young have reached such a level?

The Japanese were also dumbfounded. How could the man have survived the river's hateful blow without a scratch?

They believed that no one could catch Chuanliu's punch in that kind of rush.

Just how powerful is this young man's physical body?

In fact, they were all wrong. Zhang Yan did not have any external martial arts techniques, so naturally he would not train his physical body externally.

Instead, during his journey to the northern frontier, he made a slight modification to the method of compressing the escape light.

Now that layer of Qi is firmly attached to the skin, and outsiders cannot detect it unless they look closely.

This led them to believe that Zhang Yan's physical strength was extremely formidable.

While everyone was still in shock, Zhang Yan made his move, slowly pushing out a palm.

Chuanliu also came to his senses at this moment and subconsciously raised his arm to block.

puff!

The moment the Japanese man's arm touched Zhang Yan's palm, it exploded with a bang, and blood and flesh rained down to the ground.

"Nani?"

"what?"

"this......"

Whether they were Japanese or disciples of the Vajra Body Technique, everyone gaped in astonishment, even the bespectacled man was no exception.

That slow, deliberate palm strike was surprisingly powerful. Had his external martial arts training reached such a level?

Zhang Yan was not very satisfied with this palm strike; he had originally intended to smash half of the Japanese man's body with one blow.

However, this person's physical body was indeed quite remarkable. He only had a broken arm, and Zhang Yan discovered that his own Qi could not enter the person's body. He was indeed a master.

Chuanliu clutched his shoulder, screamed, and retreated, his face filled with terror.

Meanwhile, the man holding the Japanese sword also came to his senses and stopped standing there dumbfounded.

He drew his katana and spoke.

"You bunch of pigs from the Dragon Country, you really don't follow the rules! We agreed to a one-on-one fight, how could you just interfere like that?"

Those who were tough and resilient were enraged when they saw the wicked person making the first accusation, and they cursed incessantly.

Zhang Yan smiled and looked at the group of Japanese people.

"What right do you beasts have to fight me one-on-one?"

Everyone was stunned by these words. What did they mean? Was this a call to tear off all pretenses and start fighting?

Zhang Yan then pointed at each one with his middle finger, one, two, three... exactly ten.

"You, you, you... never mind, all of you can come at me together."