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

Chapter 760 Zhang Zhiwei's Heavenly Behavior
Inside the Black Dragon Society's dojo, there were wailing and shouting of killing. The tragic death of their companions did not scare the warriors. They separated their formation and attacked Wang Ai from all directions.

"Hedgehog, let's go up quickly." Lu Jin said eagerly.

"Don't be in a hurry!" Lu Ci quickly pulled Lu Jin and said, "Let's see how powerful the magic sword is in the fat man's hands."

Hearing this, Lu Jin also stopped and watched.

When he first arrived, Wang Ai was a little nervous, worried about Hirumaru's actual combat ability, but after swinging the knife, that nervousness disappeared instantly. This knife was more powerful than he had imagined.

Facing the crowd rushing towards him, he did not retreat but advanced instead, swinging his sword again and again. The air erupted with a violent explosion sound, and Hirumaru's unique red sword energy swept out in a crescent shape, cutting off the warriors rushing towards him head-on like a hot knife cutting butter.

Then he turned around and slashed with his sword, killing the warriors who attacked him from the side.

Those warriors who were killed did not resist, but the sharpness of the samurai swords in their hands could not compare with Hirumaru. They all collapsed as soon as they touched him, and the swords and the people were cut off together.

Wang Ai dodged and moved among a group of warriors, slashing with the long sword in his hand. His sword skills were natural, just like a swordsman who had been immersed in this art for many years. In just a few encounters, he killed dozens of people from the Black Dragon Society.

Among these warriors who were killed, there were not only those who practiced kendo, but also those who practiced karate. If they were placed outside, they would be good fighters who could fight ten people at once. However, in front of Wang Ai who was holding the magic sword, they were like scarecrows and were completely vulnerable.

"If it were the fat man before, he would not be able to face so many people without external help, but now it is a piece of cake." Lu Ci exclaimed.

"We are also relying on external forces now!" Lu Jin reminded.

"It's still different. Before, we were asking the gods for help, but the power was not in our own hands. But now, the magic sword is under his control. In my opinion, the power that can be fully controlled by oneself is equivalent to one's own power." Lu Ci said.

"I don't think so. These are all external things. Only those that are born from within oneself..." Lu Jin held the opposite opinion.

The two men started arguing immediately. Zhang Zhiwei glanced at them and saw that they were just arguing and not fighting, so he resisted the urge to give each of them a slap on the face.

At this moment, in the field, Wang Ai continuously swung out several huge red sword Qi, but he did not show any signs of fatigue. One reason was that Hiruwan himself possessed a considerable amount of Qi, and the other was that Wang Ai also had a high reserve of Qi.

Wang Ai mainly practiced Shen Tu and Chu Ma. There is no need to say much about Shen Tu, and Chu Ma practices acupoints. These acupoints can accommodate the arrival of immortals and can also store Qi like Dantian, so the Qi in his body is abundant.

After killing many people in succession, even the fearless Bushido did not dare to continue charging. They crawled back and began to use firearms, pulling the trigger at Wang Ai.

"Da da da……"

Dense brass shell casings were ejected, and bullets whizzed in like a torrential rain, covering not only Wang Ai, but also Zhang Zhiwei and his group behind him.

Among these people, except for a few who used pistols and rifles, most of them used submachine guns. Not only could they fire in rapid succession, but they were also powerful and could easily penetrate tree trunks. With the distance so close and the firepower so fierce, even an extraordinary person or a master would find it difficult to dodge and resist.

Facing the flames gushing out in front of him, Lu Ci couldn't help but squint his eyes. With this kind of attack, even he had to avoid it and couldn't take it head-on. After all, self-defense was not his forte.

According to Lu Jin, if he protected his vital points, he should be able to hold on with the help of the third level of Reverse Life.

Needless to say, Zhang Zhiwei could hardly be hurt by ordinary firearms, even some mortars and mountain cannons, and could not cause much damage. If one wanted to shake his golden light, one had to use large-caliber heavy artillery.

As for Tian Jinzhong and Zhang Huaiyi, they were protected by the Golden Light Spell. As long as they were not continuously fired upon and exhausted, ordinary firearms could not do anything to them. When they saw bullets coming towards them, they both raised golden light at the same time.

"Clang, sonorous..."

Bullets hit the golden light, and the sound of metal collision like hammering continued. Wang Ai, who was at the center of the enemy's firepower point, had red protective Qi surging around his body like a tide, turning into a protective escape light.

But Hirumaru has never killed anyone with abilities similar to the Golden Light Curse. The protective light it creates is not enough to withstand the firepower of guns. And even if it does, it would be difficult to exert the realm it had before birth with only the remaining soul in the sword.

Therefore, even though the red light around Wang Ai surged like a tide, he could not completely resist the attack of bullets. However, he was not without a way to deal with it.

I saw his wrist shaking violently, the long sword spinning, the sword light connected into one, like a shield, cutting all the bullets that were shot at him, leaving only a pile of flattened bullets on the ground. The scene was simply horrifying.

Ten years of hard training were not enough to hear the sound of gunfire. Those who practiced martial arts understood the power of modern firearms best. Seeing Wang Ai constantly blocking bullets with a knife, they let out crazy roars and the guns in their hands spewed out more flames.

Even some of the people who were originally shooting at Zhang Zhiwei and others, invariably concentrated their firepower on Wang Ai. They didn't believe that this little fat man could withstand the attacks of so many guns at the same time with just a knife.

"Go to hell, you Chinese pigs!" There was madness in their eyes and they pulled the triggers desperately, and the gun barrels were smoking.

"Fatty has made great progress! His knife skills are so pleasing to the eye!" Lu Ci said with a smile, holding his hands.

"It feels like the fat guy is reaching his limit. Should we take action?" Lu Jin said.

"Let's do it!" Zhang Zhiwei said, "Just give it a try. Do you really expect Fatty to kill them all?"

At his command, everyone behind him moved at once. In an instant, all kinds of methods were used. In just a single encounter, most of the people in the Black Dragon Society's Taoist temple were killed. The corpses died in different ways, and blood was everywhere.

"I say, why did you take action just now? I'm almost exhausted." Wang Ai said while panting, holding the leech ball.

Although it looked cool to use a knife to cut through the hail of bullets, it was quite exhausting, especially in terms of physical strength, which made him extremely tired.

However, this was the first time he had experienced the feeling of holding a long sword, rushing into the enemy camp, standing alone at the pass, and killing people as easily as cutting grass.

This feeling was quite novel. During this period of time, he had been running around and asking for help from people for the Tiantong Church's affairs.

This made him feel depressed, but now, after a killing spree, the depression in his heart has dissipated a lot, if nothing else.

Wang Ai looked at the corpses with hideous looks of death all over the ground, took a deep breath, and quickly calmed down.

He began to recall the previous feeling. It was indeed very satisfying to kill people with a knife, because he could feel that every time he killed a person, the long knife in his hand consumed a soul, and the power fed back to him became stronger.

Although that little bit of power was insignificant compared to the overall strength, the feeling of escalating killing power was fascinating, which drove him to kill more people.

This was not the bewitching of the sword spirit, but an instinctive reaction, just like playing a game. Countless people would work day and night to complete dungeons and get equipment just to make their characters stronger. This was the case for games, not to mention killing people to become stronger in real life. That kind of personal experience could not be compared to making game characters stronger.

However, after stopping, Wang Ai felt a little empty, as if he had entered a state of sage, and the previous pleasure left him.

Wang Ai had personally experienced the power brought by the possession of the "National Master", and had also traveled around the country with Zhang Zhiwei. During this process, although his strength had only increased slightly, his knowledge was not low.

People who have seen big scenes will naturally not be blinded by the petty gains in front of them. Wang Ai can tell clearly that the feeling of becoming stronger after killing people just now is just an illusion. He repeatedly persuaded himself in his heart that this knife was just a tool given to me by Senior Brother Zhang to protect myself. I must not be obsessed with it. I should be a good bishop, make the Tiantong Church bigger and stronger, and use the performance of the hall to improve myself. This is the kingly way. Weapons are just icing on the cake. I can't put the cart before the horse...

"Fatty, how do you feel? Is it great?" Lu Ci walked over, patted his shoulder and said.

"It's fun when I'm killing, but it's just like that after I'm done." Wang Ai's previous ferocious expression disappeared, and he said with a smile: "Compared to the fighting and killing in the martial arts world, I still prefer the ways of the world!"

"Tsk, you are just boring!" Lu Ci said, "What's the point of all those intrigues and tricks? In the end, the truth still comes down to fighting and killing. If you ask me, means are the kingly way. Whoever dares to provoke me, I will destroy him."

Wang Ai said, "If you do that, you'll be no different from a mad dog. Will anyone in the world dare to play with you?"

"Who wants to play with them? What I want is for them to be afraid of me. As I said before, means are the kingly way." Lu Ci said.

He has a full understanding of himself. He is not good at dealing with the ways of the world. If he plays these games with those old foxes, he might get sold out and even help count the money. So he is good at using his own set of rules.

"Means are indeed the kingly way, but Hedgehog, what you said is not the kingly way, it is the domineering way, and domineering is not advisable!" Lu Jin said.

Lu Ci glanced at him unhappily: "Old Lu, you are a simple-minded guy with strong limbs. Do you know what the kingly way and the overbearing way are?!"

"I've read more books than you!" Lu Jin immediately became unconvinced.

"You're just studying hard, what the hell do you know?"

Lu Ci said: "You only know how to talk about your broken Lu family rules all day long. That's called family rules. If we want to talk about the kingly way, then Senior Brother Zhang's method is the kingly way!"

"Senior brother, I'm not talking about the kingly way or the hegemonic way. Those are tricks played by worldly people!" At this time, Zhang Huaiyi suddenly said silently.

"What is the Taoism of Senior Brother Zhang?" They both looked at Zhang Huaiyi.

Zhang Huaiyi looked at Zhang Zhiwei and said, "Brother, I'm asking you a question. Why don't you tell me?"

"What's the point of arguing about the tyranny and the kingly way?" Zhang Zhiwei said calmly, "What is the tyranny? It's beating you until you call me daddy. What is the kingly way? It's letting you call me daddy on your own initiative, but do you really want to be this daddy? We cultivators should follow the way of heaven."

"What is the Way of Heaven?" everyone asked.

"Heaven's Way..." Zhang Zhiwei paused, thought for a moment, and said in the most easy-to-understand words:

"The way of heaven is that if you are a human, then you are a human. If you are a dog, then you are a dog. I cannot treat you as a human."

"For the Way of Heaven, killing people or dogs is the same. There is no good or evil. As long as the person who should be killed complies with the Way of Heaven and morality, it's fine."

"As for what is Tao and what is virtue, Tao is the law of nature, and conforming to the law of nature is virtue. Does the killing talisman not conform to the law of nature?"

"It conforms to nature, so it is not bound by things outside the laws of nature. Kill when necessary, and this is the way of heaven."

"Old Lu is a bit conservative sometimes. You are right to follow the rules and treat people as human beings, but in some cases, is the person you think he is really a human being?"

Zhang Zhiwei pointed at the corpse beneath him and said:
"Some people are not actually human, they just look like humans. They may be wolves, dogs, tigers, leopards, jackals, snakes, scorpions, or any other kind of evil. You just kill them. This is the way of heaven."

Everyone was a little confused, but Zhang Huaiyi understood clearly. It turned out that this was his senior brother's code of conduct.

Zhang Huaiyi recalled the scenes when his senior brother killed people in the past.

No matter who he wanted to kill, his emotions never seemed to fluctuate at all. His killing intent was never strong, but extremely pure.

He always felt that his senior brother treated human life too carelessly, or rather, he didn't care about human life at all. His attitude towards killing a person and ending a life was like treating the bottle cap of a wine bottle.

Does a person have any feelings or attitude towards bottle caps?
No... no disgust, no guilt, no hatred, I just want to drink the wine in it.

This is my brother’s attitude towards killing.

So, in his opinion, killing people has always been practicing the Way of Heaven?
Others were also frightened by Zhang Zhiwei's words.

At this moment, the sound of dense footsteps was heard.

"Old Lu, do you understand?" Lu Ci poked Lu Jin with his elbow and said.

"I understand, but I don't understand!" Lu Jin said, "What about you?"

"I understand," Lu Ci kicked a corpse off the ground, "Brother Zhang means that although these guys look like humans, they are not actually human, so we have to eliminate them on behalf of the Heavenly Dao."

Lu Jin: “…………”

That was just a metaphor made by Senior Brother Zhang. Why don't you explore the meaning behind it and take it as an answer?
At this time, the master of the Black Dragon Society's dojo, Kazuo Funakoshi, rushed over with a group of people.

Seeing the scene of corpses everywhere in front of him, Funakoshi Kazuo's pupils shrank and he looked at Zhang Zhiwei and his group with a gloomy face.

Those who died were all good fighters he brought over from the Black Dragon Society in Japan. If there was a conflict with other dojos, he would be held responsible for any injuries. But now so many of them died at once...

He suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Sir, my Black Dragon Society doesn't seem to have provoked your Tiantong Church. It's a bit against the rules for you to come and kill us like this. There must be a reason, right?!"

Kazuo Funakoshi is a smart man. As soon as the incident happened, he had already made the worst plan. The reason why he came so late just now was because he had made some other arrangements, and now, what he wanted to do was to delay a little more time.

"reason?"

Zhang Zhiwei thought about it and realized that it was not difficult for him to make up a reason like destroying the Hongkou Dojo. He could make up ten thousand reasons, but that would be boring. Zhang Zhiwei did not want to argue with the other party about these meaningless things.

He stood under the scorching sun, looking down at Kazuo Funakoshi, who was more than a head shorter than him, and said calmly:

"What does it have to do with you if I destroy you!?"

(End of this chapter)