Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

As soon as Zhang Yan spoke, the scene fell silent, and all the members of the Vajra Body Cultivation group stared at them intently.

The bespectacled man picked up the pistol with trembling hands, then quickly dropped it on the ground and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"I'm different from them. I have no abilities. Please, please let me go."

Zhang Yan remained unmoved and spoke.

"Don't kneel before me, you need to apologize to them!"

Upon hearing this, he immediately knelt on the ground and began to move, repeatedly kowtowing and apologizing to the group of people with Vajra Body Cultivation.

"Please, please let me go. I'm just an ordinary person, please."

Upon witnessing this scene, the disciple who had mastered the Vajra Body Technique finally released the pent-up frustration in his heart.

When she looked at Zhang Yan again, her eyes were full of admiration.

He really did it. He not only defeated all of these strange Japanese people, but also made the bespectacled Japanese man kowtow and apologize.

The situation has reversed in such a short time; it's truly like a dream.

Faced with the desperate pleas of the Japanese, the members of the Vajra Body Cultivation Sect unconsciously looked at their fellow disciples lying under the tree, and how unwilling and desperate they must have been as they faced death.

The anger in everyone's hearts reignited, and one of the disciples spoke up.

"You are an ordinary person, but what about their families? Aren't they ordinary people too? How are they supposed to live?"

"Yeah, how are they supposed to live?"

"Break your own legs and crawl out!"

"Break your own legs and crawl out!"

……

The voices gradually became unified, resounding through the sky.

Zhang Yan laughed as he looked at the group of people who had mastered the Vajra Body Technique.

They were no longer frustrated and dejected; their spirits had returned, they were all back.

And inside a large courtyard.

Kneeling on the tatami mat, Tadamoto felt inexplicably irritated and asked the young man in front of him.

"Shota, you and Kawaki are new to China, right?"

Shota's expression turned serious, knowing that he was worried that Chuanliu wouldn't be able to solve the problem of that martial arts school, and he smiled.

"Don't worry, Mr. Tamoto. Although this is my first time in China, my brother and I are quite familiar with China's methods. The booklet your family gave us will be very useful."

"It's a pity that the leader of the Vajra Body Technique is dead, otherwise we could have made them completely submit this time."

Since the various Japanese families came to the Dragon Kingdom, they have tried every means to obtain the methods of the Dragon Kingdom's extraordinary people, and the Tadamoto family is no exception.

Hearing Shota say that, Takamoto's agitated heart calmed down a bit, and he spoke up.

"Haha, I've heard of the name Chuanliu Kongang."

At that moment, a ronin rushed in, shouting.

"Master Tianmoto, Master Tianmoto..."

Wow.

A cup of hot tea was splashed on the ronin's face, Tadamoto interrupted.

"Can't you see there are guests here? How rude of you!"

Shota's eyes lit up, and he smiled confidently as he spoke.

"It's alright, it's alright, Mr. Tianben. It seems my brother's situation has been resolved. This is good news, why are you angry?"

Upon hearing this, Tianben felt a surge of joy.

So fast? This Chuanliu is really capable; those stubborn, stubborn rocks have finally been dealt with.

"Tell me, have Eagle and the others returned?"

The ronin who brought the news knelt down with a thud and spoke.

"They're back, but only Suzuki came back, and... he crawled back."

"Nani?"

The two of them stood up at the same time, causing the teacups on the seats to tip over and spill tea, like a child wetting the bed.

Shota's expression became visibly flustered, and he asked directly.

"Where is Chuanliu? Where is my brother Chuanliu?"

The Japanese man trembled as he recalled the scene of the corpse being brought back, and spoke.

"It's missing an arm, but... it's still intact."

What the hell do you mean by "still intact"?

Tian Ben felt a throbbing pain in his temples, kicked the man over, and spoke.

"Take me to see Suzuki himself, quickly."

The ronin hurriedly got up, led the two out of the tea room, and rushed to the main hall.

In the hall, Suzuki lay on a stretcher. His face was deathly pale, and his legs were bandaged.

When he saw Tianben arrive, he immediately sat up and said, tears streaming down his face.

"They're all dead, all dead. Ying and the others were all killed by Zhang Yan. He's a devil."

When Takamoto saw the reassembled corpses scattered on the ground and the one-armed Kawamura, he flew into a rage.

"Bagaya road!"

Tianben immediately drew his knife to attack, but was stopped by Shota. He suppressed his grief and anger and asked.

"Zhang Yan, is that person's name?"

Shota has heard this name quite often at the teahouse these past few days.

"Yes, it's Zhang Yan, the one who killed Lord Yamamoto in the south. He killed Chuanliu."

Suzuki answered immediately.

The Chinese man who killed Yamamoto? He's come to the Northern Frontier too?

At this moment, Tianben realized what was happening and immediately asked.

"Tell me what exactly happened?"

Recalling the scene, Suzuki immediately trembled and spoke incoherently.

"As soon as Zhang Yan appeared, he smashed Chuanliu's arm into pieces, then slashed off both of Ono's legs with one kick, crippling Ono Jiro's hands as well, and then chased after them to beat them up..."

As Takamoto listened, his face grew greener and greener. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed Suzuki by the collar and shouted.

"Suzuki Taichi, listen to what you're saying! Are you reading a novel?"

He stared with bloodshot eyes and continued speaking.

“Tell me properly, starting from the very beginning, don’t overlook a single detail.”

Suzuki nodded repeatedly in fright, then exhaled and forced himself to calm down.

His narration made the matter basically clear, though he omitted the part about him kowtowing.

Honda and Shota still found it unbelievable that Zhang Yan, all by himself, had killed more than a dozen skilled fighters.

And the first one he killed was Chuanliu, the one known as Chuanliu Kongo, who was said to have the best defense among his peers.

Shota frowned, suppressing his anger, and began to analyze the situation.

"Zhang Yan has an extremely strong physical body and a secret method for restoring Qi. His fist and foot skills are superb."

"Mr. Honda, what else have you noticed?"

Tamoto nodded. Shota's composure after losing a loved one was truly remarkable. He said...

"The final method is somewhat similar to that of a sect in the south, but I'm not sure. After all, China is so vast, and it's normal for one or two such techniques to emerge on this fertile land."

Shota nodded after hearing this and walked up to Suzuki. He wanted to check Suzuki's injuries in order to deduce the other party's methods.

Suzuki panicked immediately.

"Don't move, let Shota check your injuries."

Tamoto shouted loudly.

Suzuki lowered his head and prayed silently, allowing Shota to remove the bandages.

"A gunshot wound? And it didn't break any bones."

Shota was a little puzzled, since those superhumans rarely used guns.

Moreover, although the gunshot wound looked serious, it did not damage any arteries or bones, indicating a very precise shot, suggesting a highly skilled marksman.

Upon seeing the gunshot wound and glancing at Suzuki, Takamoto immediately understood and said...

"Say again how he let you go!"

Suzuki fell silent.

"Baka! Are you hiding something? Tell me!"

Tamoto suddenly drew his katana and said with a ferocious expression.

Suzuki shuddered, unable to withstand the pressure any longer, and pointed at the crowd, shouting loudly.

"I kowtowed and admitted my mistake so that I could live. I don't want to die, I don't want to be killed by that monster."

"You are all monsters too, all monsters!"

"Bagaya road!"

Tamoto swung his katana with incredible speed, severing Tamoto's raised hand in one strike.

"Ah ah ah."

Suzuki's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he stood up abruptly. Everyone was stunned by the medical miracle unfolding before them.

Suddenly, Suzuki rushed towards the wall, his severed hand poking into it as he frantically wrote with his own blood, seemingly oblivious to the pain.

When Tianben saw the words written down, his pupils contracted and he shouted urgently.

"Quickly, quickly cut off his hands and feet."

Puff puff!

Several Japanese soldiers, regaining their senses, rushed forward and chopped off his legs and forearms with their swords.

But Suzuki was writhing on the ground, still writing a single word with his remaining limbs, repeating it frantically.

"Hey, stop right there!"

Tamoto swung his sword again, severing Suzuki's head in one stroke.

As everyone looked at the blood-written words covering the room and the headless corpse twitching intermittently, a chill ran down their spines.

This is too strange. Who on the other side is this?

Everyone turned their attention to the first character, "行" (xing), whose meaning was quite clear.

The first sentence is a declaration of war, the second is a warning, and the rest are all about "death".

"Zhang Yan is the murderer; anyone who offends China shall die!"