Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

The three of them turned around at the same time and saw a young man from China rushing towards them with a fierce look on his face.

Ono, with his hands in his pockets, looked down at him and asked.

"who are you?"

"Finally caught up with you, damn it, hand over the stuff!"

Ono stretched out a hand, pulled out a bloodstained dagger from somewhere, and spoke.

"Heh, you mean this? This is my spoils of war, you want it?"

He looked around at the crowd of people coming and going, and then said.

"Okay, kneel down and beg me, maybe I'll be happy and give it to you."

The Japanese on either side of him burst into laughter upon hearing Ono's words.

Zhang Yan spat and said.

"Not only that, I'm making you hand over everything."

He then pointed to a deep, dead-end alley and began to speak.

"dare?"

Jiro Ono was stunned. Was this some kind of blatant theft?

He laughed heartily and began to speak.

"If you're so eager to die, I won't stop you."

Seeing that the three had agreed, Zhang Yan took the lead and entered the alley.

But after walking a short distance, he realized something was wrong; it seemed that there were people watching him in the alley, and more than one.

Zhang Yan turned his head and saw that Ono Jiro and the other two were also stunned when they came in.

Then, Ono's lips curled slightly as she followed Zhang Yan forward.

When Zhang Yan went back to investigate, he found that the feeling of being watched had suddenly disappeared.

Did I accidentally bump into someone? They seem to have some kind of connection.

"Hey, you've gone far enough."

Ono was getting impatient. Seeing Zhang Yan stop, he continued.

"Was it because there were too many people outside that you couldn't kneel down?"

"I'm happy today, so kneeling down here will count."

The two Japanese men laughed so hard they almost fell over, saying how funny Ono-kun was.

Without wasting words, Zhang Yan turned around and charged straight at them.

Although the three men kept mocking him, they were also on guard. When one of the Japanese saw Zhang Yan rushing over, he immediately drew his sword and went to meet him.

Facing the downward-slashing blade, Zhang Yan's palm turned golden, and he instantly grasped the blade, which was enveloped in Qi.

He stepped forward, and with his other pale gold hand, he swung it directly at the Japanese man's head.

puff!

The man's head was missing halfway, and the wall was covered in red and white plaster.

Ono Jiro's pupils contracted, and he quickly took a few steps back, putting distance between himself and Zhang Yan.

He killed the opponent with a single move; the technique looked like that of a Vajra Body Cultivation user, but it was different from those martial arts practitioners.

This guy is a pro. Try hitting him; if it doesn't work, just run away.

He glanced at the sword-wielding ronin beside him and shook his head slightly.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yan abandoned the corpse and charged forward again.

call!

The Japanese man swung his sword, unleashing a burst of sword energy that slashed straight down. Strangely, the sword energy vanished halfway through its trajectory.

When it reappeared, it was already behind Zhang Yan.

Bah!

Zhang Yan's clothes were slashed open by the blade energy, leaving a white mark on his back. His compressed golden light spell blocked the attack.

It turns out it was a spatial technique!

Zhang Yan directly activated the Reverse Life state, which greatly restrained Ono Jiro, a natural-born superhuman who used spatial abilities.

However, they also have a weakness, which is that they are most afraid of close combat. Once Zhang Yan gets close, Xiao Ye will surely die with his fist and foot skills.

But Zhang Yan didn't want to go through that trouble. Several invisible fine threads emerged from his body, piercing into his meridians and rushing straight ahead.

"Why is he suddenly moving so fast? I can't locate him anymore. Stop him quickly!"

Ono Jiro ran backwards at top speed, but the Japanese man blocked his way and slashed at him several times.

Brush brush!

All the blades of light rushed towards Zhang Yan, completely blocking his path forward.

Zhang Yan maintained his speed, dodging several blades of light. For those he couldn't dodge, he simply took the hits head-on.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yan arrived beside the Japanese blocking his way. Without stopping, he rushed towards Ono.

However, after Zhang Yan passed by him, both of his hands holding the sword were severed, and the Japanese sword was now in Zhang Yan's hands.

Zhang Yan withdrew his Qi threads and charged forward with his knife without stopping.

Seeing this, Ono sped up even more.

At the same time, his Qi surged, and black lines appeared on his face, clearly indicating that he had used a secret technique.

In the alley ahead of him, space began to distort, and other scenery appeared.

He's going to escape! He'll use his spatial abilities to escape.

However, just as the scene before him was about to solidify, he suddenly found that the ground beneath his feet had become soft.

Moreover, it seemed like I couldn't lift my feet anymore. Looking down, I saw that my lower legs were just bones.

Zhang Yan had already used a Gu poison when he entered the alley.

Swish!

A flash of light, and a head flew high into the air. Ono heard the last words.

"I'm in a hurry, I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you."

Wow!

After Jiro Ono died, many things fell from the air around him.

Zhang Yan first picked out the small sword and put it away, then stripped off Ono's shirt and collected it along with his head.

He glanced back and saw the Japanese man, who had lost both hands, still wailing. He spoke.

"Tell that old beast from the Ono family that I, Zhang Yan, was the one who killed and stole the treasure."

After saying that, he hurriedly headed towards the courtyard.

In the front hall of the courtyard, Xu Peng lay quietly on a bed, a thin blanket covering him.

Uncle Xu, his body wrapped in gauze, sat in a chair, still staring blankly at the boy on the bed.

Chai Yan stood beside the old man without saying a word.

Zhang Yan quietly walked into the hall, opened his blood-soaked clothes, and placed them in front of the bed.

A horrified human head came into view, with some scattered objects beneath it.

"Brother, take care. This is just interest. I'll make them all go down to keep you company."

After saying that, he walked to the old man's side, took out the small sword, and said...

"Uncle Xu, I've retrieved your belongings. As for Brother Xu, please accept my condolences."

The old man took the small sword, gently stroked it, and then infused it with a wisp of Qi.

The small sword suddenly glowed faintly, and densely packed small characters appeared above it, revealing the method of sword control.

"Everyone is gone. This family line has ended with my generation."

"Take this. It's better for you than for it to fall into the hands of those Japanese."

Zhang Yan saw the death in the old man's eyes, so he didn't catch the flying sword, but instead spoke.

“That Ono Jiro is dead, but the Ono family is still around. Don’t you want to use this flying sword to kill them all?”

The old man looked up at Zhang Yan and saw a raging fire in his eyes. He then glanced at his son, who was lying quietly on the bed.

But he never looked at the dirty, ugly head.

After passing the flying sword down to his son, he never touched it again, but now it is flying through the air once more in his hands.

The flying sword danced and hovered in the small front hall, accompanied by its mournful cry, and a wail was heard.

"My child, your father can't be with you for the time being..."

Tears welled up in his bloodshot eyes and streamed down his face.