Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

After Zhang Yantu annihilated the Ono and Tamoto families, all the Japanese families in the northern frontier mobilized.

Almost all the Japanese families sent their forces to the county where Zhang Yan was located.

Liao Huzi did not sit idly by and wait for his death. He also gathered most of the forces of the Chuma family and rushed here.

In an instant, Zhang Yan's jar of wine became the catalyst, and the entire northern frontier was thrown into chaos.

On Zhang Yan's side, because Liao Huzi took the initiative to promote him, he was given most of the credit.

At the same time, it was announced that anyone who dared to touch Zhang Yan would be making an enemy of the entire Chuma family.

In no time, Zhang Yan became incredibly popular, rising to fame in the world of supernatural beings in the Northern Frontier.

During this time, Zhang Yan was not idle either. He visited most of the sects and family masters in the Northern Frontier, hoping that they would work together to fight the enemy.

These small sects, which had been suppressed by the Japanese, responded enthusiastically when they saw that the Ma family, the leader of the northern frontier, was taking the lead.

A week later, both forces had assembled and were ready to make a big move.

In a tavern, Liao Huzi and Zhang Yan were drinking and chatting.

Liao Huzi said, "This small town is really lively now."

"That's right, almost all the Japanese families in the entire northern frontier have been mobilized."

Zhang Yan picked up his wine glass, offered a toast to Liao Huzi, and then spoke.

"Uncle Liao, if a fight really breaks out, how confident are you?"

Liao Huzi downed his drink in one gulp and held up five fingers.

"Let's go fifty-fifty."

Zhang Yan nodded. This was about what he had estimated. Even though it was a war on home soil, there were quite a few sects with supernatural abilities in the Northern Frontier.

However, the Japanese have not yet fully invaded China, and many of the "strange people" still have a narrow-minded mentality and are merely joining in the fun.

"Uncle Liao, if we only have a 50% chance, even if we win, it will be a Pyrrhic victory."

Liao Huzi tapped his pipe and said somewhat seriously.

"Even if it's a Pyrrhic victory, we have to fight. We're right here in our own backyard, how can we let outsiders bully us?"

"Besides, the entire world of supernatural beings is watching. The Chuma family has to show their face this time and set an example for them."

No wonder Liao Huzi took the initiative to provide intelligence to the Tang Clan when they later assassinated the ninja leader; it wasn't just a simple matter of friendship between the two sects.

Zhang Yan filled Liao Huzi's cup with wine, picked up the bowl, and said to Liao Huzi.

"Uncle Liao, what a generous spirit!"

After finishing the bowl of wine, Zhang Yan changed the subject and chuckled.

"Uncle Liao, can I ask you something? We've drunk together so many times, and I've never seen you get drunk. How much can you actually drink?"

When Liao Huzi mentioned drinking, he put all his worries aside and held up one finger with a smile.

After seeing the finger, Zhang Yan pointed to the large wine jar on the counter and said.

"A wine jar?"

Liao Hu shook his head and spoke.

"Keep drinking!"

Zhang Yan: "..."

While Zhang Yan and his companion were drinking and chatting, a large group of Japanese people had gathered in the Watanabe family's living room.

Most of them were wearing kimonos, but a small number followed the trend and wore suits.

In the entire hall, the person sitting at the head of the table was a middle-aged man dressed in a kimono. He was the only person in the hall carrying a Japanese sword.

The owner of the house, Watanabe Hiroshi, could only sit at the back of the hall.

At this moment, a Japanese man sitting in the middle of the hall spoke up.

"Hiroshi Watanabe, why didn't you go to help when the Ono and Da families were attacked?"

Upon hearing this, Watanabe Hiroshi did not back down and retorted.

"Who said I didn't send reinforcements? Aren't those warriors lying in the courtyard my men?"

"Besides, Liao Huzi from the Ma family was right outside my door back then, and I still sent people over."

"This is my attitude when facing the enemy, and my loyalty to Lord Sato."

Watanabe Hiroshi, of course, did not mention that he had apologized, and his subordinates who knew about it were all lying in the courtyard.

As for the Chuma family, the two sides are currently at odds, and the information is mixed. Both sides are spreading rumors that are unfavorable to the other, so who would take these rumors seriously?

"Of those three families, only your Watanabe family was unharmed, and you even absorbed the remaining forces of the other two families."

Snapped!

The middle-aged man with the Japanese sword slammed his sword on the table, and the argument between the two sides immediately stopped.

He frowned. As a retainer of the samurai family, he had no fondness for these small families.

He always thought that these small families had no sense of the bigger picture and only knew how to expand their own power.

"At this point, let's stop arguing about this and think about how to deal with the Ma family, this local bully."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall became unusually quiet.

These small families aren't stupid. After all this time, only Sato Hashira from the Sato family, who are retainers of the Samurai Mansion, has come.

What does this mean? These powerful families don't want to participate in this great war; they want to use their smaller families to wear down the fighting spirit of the Northern Frontier sects.

Watanabe Hiroshi, who was the target of everyone's criticism, could no longer bear the atmosphere and spoke up.

"Lord Sato, what did the samurai's mansion say?"

Watanabe Hiroshi wanted to fight. If the two sides didn't fight and his side withdrew, he would be in a terrible situation in the center of the vortex.

Sato glanced at Watanabe Hiroshi and spoke.

"This matter has already been reported, and the Samurai Bureau should give us an answer in the next couple of days. I think we still need to fight."

Watanabe Hiroshi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, while the Japanese around him became uneasy.

Just then, a samurai walked into the hall with a piece of paper in his hand and spoke to Sato Hashira.

"Lord Sato, a call from the Samurai Mansion."

Sato took the paper and began to read it, but the more he read, the worse his expression became.

"idiot!"

He slammed his fist on the table, cursed, and stormed off.

The group of Japanese people were puzzled and all looked at the piece of paper.

The note read: Broaden your horizons, accumulate strength, and do not act rashly.

What I'm saying is, Sato, you're being narrow-minded. This is a crucial time for domestic rectification, you can't afford to mess things up for me.

The smaller families breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the telegram, while Watanabe Hiroshi was completely bewildered.

The person who had just been criticizing Watanabe Hiroshi spoke up with a chuckle.

"Watanabe-kun, you'll have a tough time after we leave. Take care."

After saying this, he walked out of the hall. The other Japanese looked at him with sympathy and then left the hall as well.

Don't you all leave, you bunch of bastards!

You could just not come at all, and we could pretend nothing happened. That would make things easier for me.

Watanabe Hiroshi felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind...

Almost overnight, all the Japanese forces in the county town left, and Watanabe Hiroshi's house suddenly became deserted.

Many smaller sects that arrived here thought, "Oh? The other side is backing down, but they've already come all this way, right?"

Suddenly, Watanabe Hiroshi's doorstep became lively again, filled with people coming to provoke him.

Watanabe Hiroshi has been living in fear these past few days, constantly worried that those Chinese superhumans will rush in and take his life.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he came out and announced something when the crowd at the door was at its largest.

The Watanabe family has accepted Zhang Yan's challenge and will no longer accept challenges from other sects.

China is a great nation, a land of etiquette, and should uphold the spirit of contracts, not resort to assassinations.

Furthermore, the Watanabe family accepted the challenge out of a spirit of friendly exchange, and did not accept anything like a death contract.

To prove that he had accepted Zhang Yan's challenge, he even brought out the blood-written words printed by Tian Ben as evidence.

Zhang Yan's words, "Zhang Yan is the murderer; those who offend China shall die!"

The news spread quickly, and Zhang Yan's popularity soared even higher.

However, the date when the Watanabe family accepted Zhang Yan's challenge was not written at all; they relied solely on the word "shameless" to maintain the narrative.

During this period, the once arrogant Japanese family also became skilled in singing and dancing, and became polite and humble.