Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 759: Hirumaru's new power, destroying the dojo
"Senior Brother Zhang, this is..." Lu Ci looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a puzzled look.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes sparkled like lava. He saw clearly what happened to Wang Ai just now. He smiled and said:

"It's okay. It's normal to have a strong reaction the first time. It will be fine after you get used to it."

At this moment, although Wang Ai's body was in a still state, he was not calm at all inside.

He had practiced the art of helping soldiers and knew about the immortals possessing people. His current situation was somewhat similar to being possessed by an immortal, but not exactly the same.

The immortal needs to occupy the body. If the immortal occupies the whole body, the skills, experience and ability are all his. If the immortal occupies half the body, the disciple will be in charge of the body and only borrow the power of the immortal. Everything is based on the disciple.

And now, he clearly felt that a spirit had entered his body and occupied the acupoints.

But this spirit occupies neither the whole or half of the orifice, it is more like being in a state between the two.

In this state, he can control his own body, but at the same time, he also gains experience, skills, and abilities similar to the immortals' all-orifice possession...

This was a very strange state, with countless spells echoing in his mind. He didn't understand any of these things, as if he was reading a heavenly book. At this moment, he seemed to hear a voice saying, "Just think about it, idiot!"

Think about it? What do you mean by think about it... Wang Ai was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that those spells were actually the abilities possessed by those who died under this knife.

He doesn't need to know the source of these abilities or the principles behind them. He just needs to think about them. With just a thought, he can use the magic sword to display them.

"It's amazing. Could this be the assistance from the sword spirit that Senior Brother Zhang mentioned?!" Wang Ai suddenly realized something. He did not pursue the fact that the sword spirit called him an idiot. He tightly grasped the magic sword in his hand, and with a thought, he casually activated the power of Iai Slash.

In an instant, he felt that the joints of the arm holding the sword opened like a valve, and a torrent of power poured into his body through the valve, entered his dantian, and began to run in a completely new trajectory of qi movement.

While circulating his Qi, he unconsciously stopped his ridiculous running posture, put the unsheathed magic sword back around his waist, looked down at the sword in his hand, and after a moment of stillness, he suddenly drew out the sword.

The knife was extremely fast, cutting through the air and even emitting a hazy silver light.

The Super Speed ​​Iai Slash, an ability that Saito and Eita had used once, was also used by Wang Ai, and its power was even greater than theirs.

It’s not that Wang Ai’s cultivation is higher than theirs, but this time the Hirumaru sword spirit did not cause trouble again. Instead, it took the initiative to merge man and sword into one and exerted its full power.

I saw a dazzling silver light passing through a small pavilion in the Hongkou Dojo, cutting straight through the middle, and then dissipating in the air.

The cut was clean and sharp. After a moment, the upper part of the pavilion slid down at an angle and collapsed with a loud bang, leaving the lower part in its place with a smooth and flat cut.

"I was the one who slashed with such a powerful sword?!" Wang Ai stared at the scene in a daze.
Others were also somewhat unbelievable. Just holding a sword, he could have such fighting power? Is this the power of the demon sword? !
"It's quite powerful!" Zhang Zhiwei commented, "This sword is the result of your own cultivation plus the power of the sword. If you were a little stronger, the power would be even greater!"

He reminded: "This sword has a lot of messy abilities. You can try them slowly when you go back. Now try a set of sword techniques. The sword spirit of this sword is a genius sword master. With the help of the sword spirit, you should also be able to master his attainments in swordsmanship."

Wang Ai was eager to try it out, and nodded quickly, "Brother Zhang, I'll try it right away!"

Immediately, he held the Hirudo in his hand and swung the sword casually, but he felt as if they were connected by flesh and blood, as if the sword had become a part of his body.

Following this mysterious feeling, Wang Ai swept his long sword and began to practice sword moves on the field.

He held the knife in both hands and walked slowly in the training ground. Sometimes his knife moves were as fast as lightning and sometimes extremely slow.

But gradually, his steps became faster and faster, and his sword strokes became faster and faster, and finally he even started to run and jump, and the long sword in his hand turned into a white light that was difficult to see with the naked eye. All that could be heard in the training ground was the sound of breaking air, the continuous sword energy, and the shimmering sword light.

Although Wang Ai did not use the Iai Slash as before, he only used the simplest basic operations such as chopping, stabbing, twisting, splitting, sweeping, and lifting. It did not look like anything special, but everyone present was not a complete newbie and could see the value of it.

Although the knife seemed to be held in the hand, the hand moved as the eye did, and the knife moved as the hand did. It was as if it was not a knife but an extended arm, extremely flexible.

Suddenly, Wang Ai caught a glimpse of a few flies in the air. Attracted by the smell of blood, they flew towards the pile of corpses on the parade ground.

An idea flashed through his mind, and he took a sudden step forward, turned around, and flicked the fly from bottom to top. In an instant, the buzzing sound of the fly stopped.

Several fly carcasses, cut in half, appeared on the ground.

Wang Ai also put away his knife and stood up. Then he squatted down and stared at the pile of corpses on the ground that were precisely cut in half, in a daze.

The other people also stared at the scene in a daze. Three flies were cut in half with one knife. Such eyesight, such control over the knife, and such solid basic skills must have been achieved through years of immersion. Who would have thought that Wang Ai had these skills just by picking up the knife.

"This is simply a foul. Even the owner of the Hongkou Dojo, Zhai Teng, can't even dream of such attainments in swordsmanship!" Chen Zhen sighed.

He practiced hard in the hottest days of summer and the coldest days of winter, and practiced hard for more than ten years, but he was not as powerful as the knife that the little master casually gave him. If the knife given by the little master had such power, how terrifying was the little master himself? Chen Zhen couldn't imagine it.

In his eyes, the owner of the Hongkou Dojo, Zhai Teng, was already a master whom he had difficulty dealing with, and Zhai Teng could not even withstand a single move.

I'm afraid only if the master is reborn can he fight with the little master... Chen Zhen thought secretly in his heart.

At the same time, he couldn't help but have some thoughts in his mind. The little Taoist priest's casual bestowal had such an effect. What kind of benefits would he get if he could get his guidance?
Chen Zhen was not a person with very traditional ideas and did not have too many prejudices against family background. In addition to learning martial arts from Huo Yuanjia, he even studied in Japan and learned some Bushido and even Western boxing. He asked Zhang Zhiwei for advice without any psychological burden.

However, the current occasion is not right. Even if you really want to ask for advice, you have to find a suitable occasion and prepare the proper etiquette.

Zhang Zhiwei did not notice Chen Zhen's little thoughts. He looked at the magic sword in Wang Ai's hand and said:
"The guy named Sai Teng who just died, the sword spirit of this sword, when it was alive, defeated so many of them that they were forced to unite and kill him. Moreover, in addition to the sword spirit, there are also many residual souls of other strange people in the demon sword."

"In a martial arts gym, people make friends through martial arts, and victory and defeat are common. It is really unethical to surround and kill a genius for such a thing." Lu Jin spoke up for the Hirumaru sword spirit.

"Senior Brother Zhang, this knife is so magical and powerful. With it, I even feel like I can fight against Hedgehog and Lu Mang." Wang Ai recovered from his previous shock and said with a big laugh.

Upon hearing this, Lu Ci twisted his neck and sneered:

"Touch me? You're a little too bloated."

"I think Fatty can compete with us. Come on, Fatty, let's practice!" Lu Jin rubbed his fists and said with a smile.

Wang Ai, who had just boasted, shrank his neck and said angrily: "Forget it, I'll study this knife a little more. When I have studied it thoroughly, I will come and compete with you!"

"No, try it now."

"Yes, we will let you try the sword for free. This opportunity is rare."

Lu Jin and Lu Ci sneered, climbed on Wang Ai's shoulders, one on the left and one on the right, and lifted him up. Now, Wang Ai didn't dare to go up, and begged for mercy. If he was stubborn at this time, wouldn't he be beaten up? !

It is said that when one has a sharp weapon, one will naturally become murderous. Seeing that Wang Ai was so cowardly even with the sharp weapon, Lu Jin and Lu Ci gave up the idea of ​​dealing with him. After scolding him for a few words, they let him go.

"Brother Zhang, the Hongkou Dojo has been eradicated. What should we do next?" Lu Ci was not satisfied with the killing and suggested, "I noticed that there are several large and small Japanese dojos in the Magic City. Should we eliminate them all at once?"

"It's not impossible." Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Then who is our next target? I have been in the Magic City for so long, and I have some understanding of the surrounding forces. There is the nearby Japanese dojo, the Black Dragon Society dojo, the Fish Dragon Society dojo, etc." Wang Ai said eagerly. He had just obtained a sharp weapon, and he couldn't wait to find someone to test it out.

Hearing this, Chen Zhen hurriedly said, "Little Heavenly Master, the Yulong Society is a very moral Japanese force, completely different from the Hongkou Dojo. They even helped us out many times when the Japanese military was making things difficult for us."

"Are there still good people among the pirates?" Lu Ci said, "Brother Chen Zhen, don't be fooled."

"Brother Lu, you are wrong. There are good people everywhere. I once studied in Japan and met many good people there." Chen Zhen said.

Zhang Zhiwei said: "You will definitely meet good people in Japan, but this is Shenzhou. The Japanese who come here are all ambitious. If we kill them all, there may be some innocent people, but if we kill every other one, there will definitely be omissions. Since you said that the Fish Dragon Society is okay, then we will not touch them, but the Black Dragon Society!"

Zhang Zhiwei knew about the Yulong Society that Chen Zhen mentioned. It was a traitorous force in Japan, or an anti-war force.

In the plot, when the Bihe Mountain Ninjas were dueling with the Tang Clan, it was they who provided the Tang Clan with information about the Bihe Mountain Ninjas. Unexpectedly, this force was also distributed in the Magic City.

However, if you think about it carefully, it is not surprising. The Demon City is one of the most important ports in the Far East, and China is in its weakest period. Any powerful force that comes here will be a superior person and can make money without doing anything. Why not make money without doing anything?

When Lu Jin heard that Zhang Zhiwei was planning to take over the Black Dragon Society, he asked what the reason was?
"Destroy them first, and then find a reason after they are destroyed. Anyway, there are no innocent people in this gang that uses martial arts halls as cover!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Okay, Senior Brother Zhang, I'll come over here. Let me take the lead this time!" Wang Ai was already itching to do something.

Soon, the group walked out of the Hongkou Dojo and headed straight for the Black Dragon Society Dojo.

at the same time.

Inside the Black Dragon Society's dojo, many members gathered here and were having a heated discussion.

"We just got news that Chen Zhen from Jingwu Sect brought people from the Tiantong Church to the Hongkou Dojo, saying that a believer from the Tiantong Church was lost in the Hongkou Dojo, and they want to go in and search!" a subordinate reported.

The owner of the Black Dragon Society dojo is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a square face, a face full of flesh, sharp eyes, and sitting upright in the first seat. His name is Kazuo Funakoshi, and he is a master of the Zansui school of karate.

"Those useless guys in the Hongkou Dojo can't even control their lower bodies. I've already told you that the Tiantong Church is not to be messed with. But you still go and mess with them. You're more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything." Funakoshi Kazuo said slowly.

The excuse that someone got lost in the Hongkou Dojo was made up by Zhang Zhiwei, but Funakoshi Kazuo did not doubt it because such things were really common.

The warriors in the dojo are full of vigor and vitality, so it is normal for them to capture beautiful Chinese women when they see them on the street and take them home to play with them.

"There are many believers in the Tiantong Church. He might have been caught accidentally. I didn't expect that they would stand up for a mere believer!" said another warrior.

"Do you think the situation can be calmed down if we hand the person over?" another warrior asked.

"What we're afraid of is that we won't be able to hand it over. Given the warrior's physique, an ordinary woman simply can't bear it. It's better not to hand it over than to hand over a dead person." Someone responded.

"Master, should we send someone to the Hongkou Dojo to take a look?" someone asked.

"Don't worry about these. It's not worth it to provoke the Tiantong Church for a bunch of trash from the Hongkou Dojo. Our main purpose here is to seek benefits for the headquarters, not to fight bravely. Just wait and see what happens." said Kazuo Funakoshi.

But at this time, a subordinate ran in to report that people from the Tiantong Church had broken in and many brothers had been killed.

Everyone was shocked. They were still discussing the matter between Tiantong Church and Hongkou Dojo, and now Tiantong Church is here?!
"They are coming to kill us directly. They have bad intentions!!"

Kazuo Funakoshi slowly stood up and walked towards the door first.

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei, with his hands behind his back, leisurely walked across the collapsed gate of the Black Dragon Society and walked inside.

This gate was cut off by Wang Ai.

Wang Ai, armed with a sharp weapon and filled with murderous intent, who has been timid for more than ten years, suddenly stands up. Shouldn't he vent his anger?

Earlier, he rushed the fastest. When he arrived at the gate of the Black Dragon Society's dojo, he drew his sword without saying a word and cut the two warriors guarding the gate in half. He then chopped down the gate with the Black Dragon Society's plaque hanging on it with one sword, and then rushed in with a loud laugh, killing anyone he saw like a murderer.

When the warriors of the Black Dragon Society saw this scene, they rushed forward with long swords and even various guns.

Seeing the large crowd of people holding all kinds of guns and cannons, Wang Ai felt a little scared.

But at this moment, the sword spirit suddenly gave him a tip, and cast a thick layer of red escape light on him. Wang Ai suddenly lost all his fear and used an Iai Slash towards the crowd.

A blood-red blade light several meters long broke through the air.

Hirumaru's blade is so sharp that it's no exaggeration to say it can cut through iron like mud, let alone these ordinary warriors?

With this blow, several people were injured immediately, and several were cut in half. Blood gushed out like a fountain, but they were not dead yet, and wailing sounds continued one after another.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wang Ai laughed loudly, and a layer of blood-red light enveloped his whole body. Under the reflection of this light, his smile looked extremely hideous and creepy.

Lu Ci looked at Wang Ai, who was like a berserker, with some surprise: "Is the fat man so cruel?"

Lu Jin frowned and said, "Brother Zhang, this is a demon sword after all. Could it be that Fatty has been affected by the sword spirit inside?!"

"Maybe this kid's true nature has been exposed..."

Zhang Zhiwei also said with some surprise.

He always knew that Wang Ai was not a good person, but this was too cruel and was almost as cruel as him.

(End of this chapter)