Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yan and his companion stood in front of a martial arts school.

The stone lions sat majestically on either side, and the vermilion gate was tightly closed, with the words "Tian Gang" inscribed on the plaque above it.

Zhang Yan looked at the plaque with some confusion and said to Chai Yan...

"Aren't both of your families practitioners of the 'Hardcore' style? They say rivals are enemies, so why are you here first?"

Chai Yan smiled and said.

"There's no other way. When you asked me to find a martial arts school to help, the first one that came to my mind was Tiangang."

He listened intently for a moment, then continued.

"Listen, it sounds like a fight has broken out inside."

This kid must be here to make a fool of himself. He can feel the chaotic energy inside as soon as he gets to the gate. Does he even need to listen?

Zhang Yan shook his head, ignoring Chai Yan's ulterior motives, and pushed open the door to enter.

An hour later, the scene from the Vajra Body Technique was repeated.

As the Japanese corpses and death certificates were thrown out, another person crawled out of the gate, leaving a long trail of blood on the road.

A few moments later, the body at the door was removed, and Zhang Yan and Chai Yan also went out.

The Heavenly Gang Sect Leader, shirtless and disregarding his injuries, personally escorted the two to the main gate.

Master Jin clasped his hands in greeting and spoke.

"Thank you for your help, Brother Zhang Yan. If you need Tian Gang in the future, Tian Gang will definitely step forward without hesitation."

After saying that, he looked at Chai Yan with a complicated expression, clasped his hands in a fist and said.

"Thank you very much."

Zhang Yan and the other man returned the greeting with clasped hands, and Chai Yan spoke with a righteous expression.

"Sect Leader Jin is too kind. In the face of those beasts, we should put aside the factional disputes between our two sects. These are the words of the First Elder."

Master Jin was taken aback for a moment, then nodded emphatically and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chai Yan, this time appearing very solemn.

After watching the two leave, Master Jin turned and returned to the martial arts school. Zhang Yan looked at Chai Yan and said...

"Laugh if you want, they've already gone back."

Chai Yan frowned and said to Zhang Yan in a righteous and stern tone...

"Brother Zhang, it is indeed a good thing that the relationship between the two families has eased this time."

"Keep pretending, keep pretending with me," Zhang Yan ignored him and kept his head down, moving forward.

After the two had walked a distance, Chai Yan's mouth suddenly stretched to his ears as he smiled and said to Zhang Yan.

"Brother Zhang, did you see the look in that old man Jin's eyes just now? Really, really... hahaha."

Zhang Yan looked at Chai Yan and said, "Weren't you so righteous just now? Why are you laughing like that?"

Chai Yan, who was already feeling incredibly happy, finally revealed her true feelings.

"That old man Jin has excellent hearing, so I laughed from a great distance."

"The relationship between the two families has finally eased, and I can't let things be ruined because of you."

Zhang Yan said somewhat helplessly, "Alright, alright, you're sensible. Hurry up, where's the next place?"

Upon hearing Zhang Yan's words, Chai Yan's joy remained undiminished, and he said, "The Xu family in the north of the city."

Zhang Yan glanced at the beaming Chai Yan, somewhat puzzled.

"We're going to the martial arts school, so what's the deal with the Xu family?"

Chai Yan answered immediately.

"The ancestors of this Xu family should be considered a branch of Mount Hua, and their family's sword control technique is very powerful."

As for the skill of manipulating objects, Jia Zhengliang of Jiajia Village had a very impressive performance in the Luotian Grand Ceremony in later generations.

Moreover, in ancient times, such extraordinary individuals had a beautiful name: Sword Immortal.

While Zhang Yan was lost in thought, Chai Yan continued.

"Uncle Xu's son, Xu Peng, has surpassed his master after inheriting the family's skills. I am no match for him."

"Later, when the Japanese invaded, they took a fancy to this craft and tried to seize it by force. Xu Peng killed dozens of them with his ancestral flying sword, and after that, very few Japanese came to visit."

"Just a month ago, a Japanese man and Xu Peng agreed to a duel, which was scheduled for this afternoon."

At this point, Chai Yan gave an awkward laugh and continued.

"Brother Zhang, to be honest, I had my own reasons for coming to these two places first."

Zhang Yan nodded, not caring at all, because these things did not affect his plan to unite various parties in the slightest.

Chai Yan led the way, and the two arrived at a courtyard in the north of the city.

The courtyard wasn't large, but the surrounding environment was quiet. The gate to the courtyard was open, and there was no sound coming from inside.

"Uncle Xu, Xu Peng, I'm here."

Chai Yan greeted him familiarly and walked into the courtyard.

When the two arrived at the courtyard, they found it in complete disarray, clearly indicating that a fierce fight had taken place.

Chai Yan's expression changed, and he hurriedly walked towards the front hall.

The door to the front hall was also open, and as soon as the two approached, they saw the scene inside.

An elderly man with gray hair sat on the ground, holding a boy in his arms. The boy was pale and had a large patch of blood on his chest.

The old man's clothes were also torn, with faint traces of blood seeping out, clearly indicating that he had also suffered a knife wound.

But he paid no attention to any of that, his eyes were vacant as he stared blankly at the boy in his arms.

Upon seeing this, Chai Yan's head buzzed, and he quickly ran to the two of them, anxiously asking what was wrong.

"Uncle Xu, what's going on?"

"Xu Peng, Xu Peng!"

The old man remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard anything, and the boy in his arms showed no reaction.

Seeing this, Zhang Yan roughly understood the situation.

The Japanese came to retaliate and killed Xu Peng.

Xu Bo's family heirloom was stolen, and he also lost his son in his old age. Overwhelmed with grief, he became somewhat mentally impaired.

Zhang Yan walked quietly up to the two of them, glanced at the still-wet bloodstains on the ground, and spoke.

"What was the name of the person who killed your son?"

Xu Bo trembled, turned to look at Zhang Yan, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

His eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, screaming hoarsely.

"Ono Jiro, Ono Jiro! I'll haunt you even as a ghost, I... Waaah."

He coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Upon seeing this, Chai Yan gripped his hair tightly and muttered to himself.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. Otherwise, Xu Peng wouldn't have died. It's all my fault."

"Chai Yan, Chai Yan!"

Zhang Yan patted Chai Yan heavily on the shoulder and said.

Do you know where the Ono family is located?

Chai Yan came to his senses and stammered.

"North of the city, no, east of the city, go east out of the courtyard, go east, onto the main street."

Zhang Yan patted him on the back again and said.

"Take good care of Uncle Xu. He shouldn't have gone far. I'll bring the things back."

After saying that, Zhang Yan got up and walked out of the courtyard.

On the main street in the east of the city, there was a constant flow of vehicles and a large number of people coming and going.

The three Japanese men swaggered along, occasionally exchanging a few words of laughter. The one in the lead was a young man dressed in a very stylish suit.

"Onojiro!"

On either side of the young man were ronin wielding Japanese swords. One of the ronin, with his sharp ears, spoke up.

"Ono-kun, it sounds like someone is calling you."

"Have it?"

"Ono Jiro! You beast, stop right there!"

This time, Jiro Ono heard it clearly.