Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

After kicking the Japanese man to death, the Japanese were all terrified.

The one with the strongest defense among them was kicked to death by Zhang Yan. How can they fight like this?

"Don't back down! We've all signed death waivers. The only way to survive is to kill him. Do you really want to kneel down and kowtow? Think about Lord Tadamoto's methods."

The Japanese man with the sword, named Eagle, shouted loudly.

When everyone heard the name Lord Tadamoto, they all trembled. This man was extremely cruel, both to his own people and to others.

If they fail to complete this mission, they will definitely not have a good ending.

With this in mind, they mustered their courage again and charged toward Zhang Yan.

Seeing the approaching group, Zhang Yan remained calm and charged straight towards the two at the front.

Of the two Japanese men, one moved with steady steps and was extremely fast. Before he even arrived, he kicked out, creating a wave of energy as sharp as a knife.

The other Japanese man, though slower, also lashed out with a claw, condensing his Qi into an eagle's claw in mid-air, aiming straight for Zhang Yan's chest.

Tear it apart!

Zhang Yan's clothes were torn in several places, revealing his muscular chest.

Several faint white marks appeared on his chest, but they disappeared in an instant.

Don't break the defense!

The white mark was merely the effect of hitting the protective escape light; it didn't break through the defense at all.

In that brief moment, the Japanese man kicked out several more times, but none of them had any effect.

The two collided, and the Japanese man kicked Zhang Yan in the temple while shouting.

"If the Qi waves can't break through your defense, I refuse to believe that even if I only attack and don't defend, the Qi blades still can't penetrate it."

A blade of air, several inches long, emerged from his calf, truly resembling a steel knife.

Zhang Yan also raised his leg, like a closed door, and smashed it towards the incoming Qi blade.

Swish!

The Japanese man's calves flew away at an angle, like a kite with a broken string.

"Your Qi Blade isn't sharp enough."

Zhang Yan grabbed the man by the neck and kicked him again, sending his other leg flying and splattering blood all over the person behind him.

"Ah, uh."

The man, now without legs, was caught in mid-air by Zhang Yan. His screams abruptly ceased, and he could only gasp for breath.

Click.

Zhang Yan snapped the man's neck, and his body flew to Chuanliu's side.

Just then, the Japanese man who used eagle claws arrived and reached for Zhang Yan's weak spot.

blah blah blah!

The man's talons moved like the wind, striking several times as Zhang Yan threw the corpse.

With a hissing sound, five bloody gashes appeared on Zhang Yan's abdomen under the man's relentless attack.

Break the defense.

This Chinese man finally broke down.

The disciples who had just undergone the Vajra Body Training experienced the taste of power, and now this group of Japanese were getting a taste of it too, but they paid the price of two men.

"Haha, under my eagle claws, there's no way the defense can't be broken."

The Japanese man laughed heartily, excited that he had only broken through a wisp of light.

"Ah ah ah."

The man had only laughed halfway through when he screamed in agony as a sharp pain shot through his foot, causing him to look down.

His feet had somehow become flat, like pieces of paper.

"Step on my toes?"

Chai Yan was stunned by what he saw. Was this a battle between supernatural beings? It looked more like a brawl between hooligans.

However, this guy really listened to advice; he was told to attack the bottom lane, and he actually did it.

The moment the Japanese man lowered his head, Zhang Yan grabbed the man's hands with both of his, interlocked his fingers, and bent them downwards sharply.

The cracking sound of bones breaking sent chills down one's spine.

After breaking the man's hands, Zhang Yan struck him in the chest with a palm strike, causing the man's chest to cave in instantly.

Without stopping, he struck the man again, sending him flying diagonally to the other side of the river.

Zhang Yan nodded, quite satisfied with the final strike.

Good aim.

The disciples of the Vajra Body Cultivation Sect fell silent. Were these two the same people who had previously routed them? How come they were acting like children under Zhang Yan's command?

In fact, the members of the Vajra Body Training Sect were quite strong, but after their leader died, they lost their fighting spirit. Without fighting spirit, how could they fight against enemies?

The deaths of the two Japanese soldiers caused the rest of them to halt their advance.

The one with the strongest defense is dead, and the one who could break through the defense is also dead. Moreover, they were killed in their strongest area. How can they fight like this?

The Japanese man with the knife was also sweating profusely. He didn't have Chuanliu's defense, nor did he have the means to break through the defenses of the other two. His only advantage was his speed.

At that moment, he was somewhat relieved that he hadn't rushed forward immediately, otherwise he might have been the one to die.

speed?

Yes, no matter how strong he is, he is still just one person, and his Qi is limited. We still have seven of us. As long as we fight him at a distance, we can wear him down.

Moreover, judging from the situation just now, he does not have any means of long-range attack.

"Deplete his energy remotely; once his Qi is exhausted, he's doomed."

Upon hearing this, everyone was delighted. As expected, the eagle's mind was the most useful. As long as the seven of us fought on foot, we could wear it down.

Immediately, the group of Japanese scattered, and all sorts of Qi arrows and Qi bullets were thrown at Zhang Yan, mixed with hidden weapons such as kunai.

"Sigh, my worst fears have come true."

The Second Elder sighed and spoke.

Chai Yan clenched his fists, staring intently at the Japanese who were jumping around.

Once Brother Zhang's Qi is exhausted, he's finished. What good would it do for me to rush in?

Upon hearing their conversation, Zhang Yan quickly paused the rapid recovery of his internal energy, secretly marveling at the Japanese man's intelligence.

At this moment, a strange scene unfolded: Zhang Yan, alone, chased after a group of Japanese soldiers, shouting as he ran.

"You bunch of beasts, why are you running? Come on, come and beat your grandpa!"

Because the martial arts school wasn't very big, the Japanese were chased around and around, but no one answered; they just kept launching ranged attacks.

The Japanese man with the knife looked back and saw that Zhang Yan had slowed down, so he shouted loudly.

"He's about to die, his vital energy is almost depleted, everyone attack together."

Upon hearing this, several Japanese men immediately turned and rushed towards Zhang Yan. The Japanese man with the knife was the fastest, and he swung his knife towards Zhang Yan's neck.

The two passed each other, and the Japanese man slowly sheathed his sword, speaking without turning his head.

"My knife is so fast that you'll die without feeling any pain. Thank me."

Suddenly he felt a tightness on the back of his neck, as if someone had grabbed fate by the throat, and a voice came.

"Turning your back to people is incredibly rude of your family."

How could that be? He clearly had no more Qi left; that strike should have severed his head.

He wanted to turn his head to see what was going on, but he couldn't see anything.

Another large hand landed on his head with a crack.

He saw only a white mark on Zhang Yan's neck, and at the same time, he saw his own back.

“He still has Qi in his body, no, he has a secret method to restore Qi, retreat quickly, and continue to wear him down.”

"Yes, even secret techniques have their limits. Let's keep wearing him down."

The remaining Japanese soldiers scattered once more. Although they said they would continue to wear them down, most of them ran towards the gate.

“They’re trying to escape, Elder. These beasts signed a death pact, and they still want to escape.”

Chai Yan looked angry and continued.

"Elder, what should we do? Should we give chase?"

The Grand Elder sighed.

"Sigh, let them go. This time we've won a great victory."

"If they had any shame, they wouldn't be bothering us anymore."

At this moment, Zhang Yan spoke up, looking at the Second Elder.

"Elder, there are some things I shouldn't say, but I just can't help it."

"These beasts would never understand the virtues of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness of our Dragon Kingdom, nor can we expect them to."

After he finished speaking, he pulled the fleeing Japanese soldiers into his arms, and their bodies snapped apart as if they had been cut by a blade.

Zhang Yan's laps weren't for nothing; now, the area around the martial arts hall was covered with transparent threads, densely packed like a spider web.

The elder was shocked to see the corpses scattered like building blocks and stood up abruptly, completely ignoring his own injuries.

"This is...this is a method used by the Tang Clan?"

Zhang Yan shook his head, stepping among the pieces of corpses scattered on the ground, and walked step by step toward the translator, like a demon.

The translator collapsed to the ground with a thud, frantically reaching for his lower back and pulling out a pistol, which he pointed at Zhang Yan.

Click.

"Ah ah ah."

The translator screamed in pain, clutching his wrist, but Zhang Yan ignored him, pointing the pistol at one of his disciples who had mastered the Vajra Body Technique.

The disciple chuckled and began to circulate his Qi.

Bang bang bang.

The bullets missed, while the disciple, who had only been hit once, was scratching his head in confusion.

amount.

I need to practice more in the future.

Zhang Yan spoke up.

"This little gadget is useless to us, at least not this time."

"Want to live?"

The man nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with fear.

Snapped.

Zhang Yan tossed the pistol into his arms and spoke.

"Kneel down and kowtow a few times, then break your own legs and crawl back."