Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

Inside the study of the Ono family home.

Kentaro Ono was so angry at his subordinate's report that he laughed and said something.

“We were planning to go see him tomorrow, but we didn’t expect him to come to our door on his own.”

Then he spoke to Ichiro Ono beside him.

"Ichiro, take some men to find Tadamoto and tell him to bring his men over."

He turned to his subordinate who had come to deliver the message and spoke to him.

"Take some ronin and go to the courtyard to stop them. I'll be there shortly."

After the head of the family gave his orders, Ono Ichiro hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Father, should we inform the Watanabe family?"

After a moment of contemplation, Kentaro Ono nodded.

After the two men left to carry out their orders, Kentaro Ono pushed aside the bookshelf and entered a secret room.

Inside the secret room, on a shelf made of Phoebe zhennan wood, sat a golden alms bowl.

This golden alms bowl is entirely golden in color and is engraved with runes that flash occasionally.

Kentaro Ono became the largest of the three families thanks to his exceptional weapon-forging skills.

This golden alms bowl is the most prized work that Kentaro Ono has crafted since he began practicing weaponry.

It has two main functions: one is to weaken the opponent's attack and physical attributes, and the other is to generate a barrier.

This barrier can be used to defend against enemies or to trap them.

He looked at it for a while, then took out a square, black object from his pocket.

This black object has sharp edges and corners, and one of its four sides is engraved with an open eye.

He aimed the side with the etched eyes at the golden alms bowl and poured in a wisp of Qi.

A beam of blue light rose from the eye, capturing the goldfish within.

He then left the secret room and went to the front hall.

Upon arriving at the front hall, he saw the corpses lying haphazardly in the front yard, none of them intact.

He didn't even frown as he spoke to the person standing in the middle of the courtyard.

"Zhang Yan, right? I didn't expect you to actually dare to come. What's that saying in your Dragon Kingdom language?"

"Well, you have a path to heaven but choose not to take it, and you barge into hell when there's no way out."

Upon seeing their patriarch arrive, the surrounding ronin retreated in disarray, and Zhang Yan was able to clearly see the man's appearance.

He is not tall and has a distinctive mustache; he doesn't seem to have changed much compared to the photos.

Zhang Yan spoke up.

"Your Japanese language is so poor that you even have to borrow words to mock others."

As he spoke, he looked at the coffin placed in the middle of the mourning hall and smiled.

"I never expected that the person I killed a couple of days ago was actually quite important."

Kentaro Ono was furious upon hearing this and shouted.

"You bastard, you killed my youngest son. Now that you're here, you're not leaving."

As soon as he finished speaking, three ninjas suddenly appeared at Zhang Yan's feet, bursting out of the ground.

however,

As soon as their upper bodies left the ground, they felt a sudden lightness, and their jump height deviated significantly, directly clearing Zhang Yan's head.

In their astonishment, they looked down and discovered that their lower body had vanished completely.

On the back of his hand, there were one or two black dots, which were Gu worms.

Splat, splat!

The three ninjas, like rockets with continuous power, plummeted straight down and landed on the cold bluestone slab.

Kenjiro Ono's eyelids twitched slightly upon seeing this.

Zhang Yan had already noticed the ninjas hiding beneath his feet. And he had used Gu worms to devour their bodies, leaving only half of them unnoticed.

Zhang Yan ignored the several half-corpses falling from the sky and clapped his hands, saying...

"So that Ono Jiro is your youngest son. But in my opinion, he's no different from any other Japanese beast. I don't care whether he's your son or not."

Ono became even angrier upon hearing this. In Zhang Yan's eyes, the Ono family was no different from those unruly ronin; this was an insult to his entire family.

"Very well, since that's the case, then use your head to pay tribute to my son."

After he finished speaking, dozens more ronin surged out of the hall, brandishing their samurai swords and charging forward.

Zhang Yan smiled slightly when he saw these people.

"Not bad, not bad, these people are just enough for me to loosen up my muscles."

After he finished speaking, he kicked out, and the Japanese man in the very front who was holding a knife was sent flying backward with his chest caved in, crashing into several people behind him.

At the same time, several blades struck Zhang Yan's legs, producing a metallic clang.

The pant leg was ripped open, revealing golden-yellow skin underneath.

Zhang Yan withdrew his foot and struck out with his palm, his right palm slapping out horizontally, and he also snatched a Japanese sword. Several more people flew away.

At this moment, Zhang Yan was already partially surrounded by the Japanese soldiers, who simultaneously attacked with downward slashes.

Zhang Yan enveloped the Japanese sword with his Qi, gripped the hilt with both hands, and blocked the combined attack of these people.

Just at this time,

A Japanese soldier to his left seized the opportunity and slashed diagonally at Zhang Yan's back.

Zhang Yan had already noticed the Japanese man's intentions. He drew his sword with one hand and grabbed back with the other.

He grabbed the Japanese man's sword blade, intending to break it in two, just as he had done at the doorway.

The Japanese sword only curved slightly and did not break, which surprised Zhang Yan, who was holding the blade in his hand.

The Japanese man opposite him saw Zhang Yan's expression, his lips curled up, and his arrogance rose even higher.

Then he drew his sword fiercely, intending to sever Zhang Yan's hand.

With a squeak.

The compressed escape light on Zhang Yan's body was instantly shattered, and the blade rubbed against the golden palm, producing a piercing sound.

His first layer of defense was breached by the sharp blade, which made Zhang Yan frown.

This Japanese sword can hardly be called a magic weapon; it only has the characteristics of being tough and sharp. Could it be that the Ono family has a weapon refiner?

As Zhang Yan pondered, he withdrew his palm and gently pushed it forward again, creating a white palm in the air that rushed straight towards the Japanese man.

The man reacted swiftly, gripping the knife in one hand and supporting the blade with the other, parrying horizontally.

Click!

The Japanese sword was undamaged, but the Japanese man wielding it had both arms broken, revealing white bone fragments at his shoulder blades.

Even the best weapons are useless if only the right people can use them.

The surrounding ronin were all stunned by what they saw. They had been risking their lives to create opportunities for this ronin.

It was actually broken by Zhang Yan with a casual palm strike.

The Japanese man with the severed hand was one of their best. Only those who had reached a certain level of swordsmanship or made special contributions would be rewarded with such a sword by the Ono family.

"idiot!"

Another ronin gripped his sword and channeled his inner energy, unleashing a blade of light that slashed straight at Zhang Yan's chest.

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows, and another special Japanese sword appeared!

He gathered his Qi in his right arm and unleashed a powerful palm strike. This time, the white Qi palm strike was so realistic that even the lines on his palm were clearly visible.

boom!

The two collided, creating a shockwave that spread outwards. The blade's edge vanished instantly, but the Qi palm continued its forward thrust.

The Japanese man who had just unleashed a slash looked terrified. It was too late for him to unleash another slash to block; he could only parry with his own sword.

There was a click.

The Japanese sword shattered, and the broken blade pierced the man's body, causing him to collapse and remain motionless.

It turns out the force wasn't enough, and it wasn't as hard as I imagined.

Zhang Yan nodded in satisfaction.

Click.

Just then, a crisp click of a pistol echoed through the silent arena.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a machine gun that had been set up in front of the door at some point, and Kenjiro Ono had just put the square black wooden block back into his arms.

Maxim heavy machine gun!

As a gun enthusiast in his previous life, he recognized the gun at a glance.

Upon hearing the sound of gunfire, the Japanese soldiers surrounding Zhang Yan scattered and looked toward the head of the household standing beside the machine gun.

Kentaro Ono looked at Zhang Yan, but instead of being in a hurry, he spoke up.

"The power of modern technology is something that a single superhuman cannot contend with. If we add the techniques of weapon forging, they will become even more perfect."

At this point, Ono calmly pointed to the machine gun at his feet and continued.

"For example, a barrel that doesn't overheat would make it more lethal."

Zhang Yan stared at the muzzle of Maxim's gun, sensing a faint flow of energy within it, and remained silent.

Holy crap, didn't you also say something like, "Sir, times have changed!"?

Despite his inner complaints, there was still one thing he didn't understand.

“I say, since you have such skill in crafting artifacts, why don’t you get a protective magic artifact for your son?”

Ono's face froze instantly; he had equipped his youngest son with a protective magic item.

But that kid is very rebellious and has spatial abilities. He always felt that even if he couldn't beat him, he could run away, and with his methods, no one could stop him.

But we can't tell this to this Chinese person.

"shot!"

Faced with such a powerful heavy machine gun, Zhang Yan dared not confront it head-on. However, two more men with special Japanese swords jumped out from the group of ronin and entangled him.

They were shouting nonsense, completely disregarding their own lives.

Da da da da da!

The muzzle of Maxim's gun flashed, and the two men locked in combat with Zhang Yan were instantly torn apart by the thick bullet.

Yes, it's tearing.

The bullet's powerful kinetic energy shattered the two men into several pieces, which fell to the ground.

Zhang Yan seemed to suffer the same fate as them, his body torn to pieces by bullets, splattering everywhere.

Even the wine jar he brought was smashed to pieces, and it was now completely empty.

The gunfire only stopped when the magazine next to it was emptied.

The two men operating the machine gun were still not satisfied, so they brought over another box of bullets and loaded them into the chamber.

Looking inside the courtyard, large and small holes appeared on the opposite gate and walls, and the bluestone bricks on the ground were also smashed to pieces.

Now everyone had only one thought in their minds: Is he/she dead?