Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Chapter 205 Two Demon Blades!

Hattori Yoru looked down in confusion, realizing he was already quite disheveled, covered in dust and dirt, and his disguise was flawless.

But then he saw a man resting against the wall, his body dripping with sweat, his clothes soaked with sweat stains, and he smelled of sweat and mildew.

He got it.

The smell Chen Zhan described was not the smell of a real rickshaw puller.

With Chen Zhan's five senses, Hattori Yoru was brighter than a lamp in the night among the group of coachmen.

"If you've made up your mind, let's set off." Chen Zhan, half-lying down, directly anticipated Hattori Yoru's thoughts.

He didn't dare to directly fight Chen Zhan to the death.

If he were truly willing to fight to the death, he wouldn't have run away just now. There were still over twenty ninjas in the courtyard helping him; wouldn't his chances of success be even greater?

The same applies now. If Chen Zhan gives him time to think, he won't resort to a desperate, all-or-nothing approach.

If there's even the slightest hope, if it can increase his chances of survival by 10%, he'll definitely give it a try.

The rickshaw did indeed leave.

Hattori Yoru, hailed as the God of Ninjas, served as the driver, while Chen Zhan was the passenger.

He left under everyone's watchful eyes.

The two servants exchanged a glance, and one of them said, "Isn't that the guy who tore down the Golden Pavilion a while ago?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuye, who had just been knocked away, immediately fell silent.

That person is not someone a wealthy man like him can afford to offend.

They slaughtered the Golden Pavilion until blood was gushing out, and no one could stop them. I don't know how many people died inside, and I heard that it also involved several of the thirteen martial arts schools.

In the end, nothing happened.

Within a few days, he became the leader of the martial arts alliance, ruling over all the martial arts sects.

His background is incredibly powerful, and his martial arts skills are terrifying.

The God of Ninjas pulled the cart at a slow pace, heading east of the city.

"There are many schools of Japanese ninja, including Iga-ryu, Koga-ryu, Fuma-ryu, Togakushi-ryu, and Negoro-ryu, each with its own strengths."

"However, the Togakushi-ryu school combines religious rituals, disguises itself as a monk or shrine maiden, focuses on secret survival, and some ninja medical skills. It is not good at fighting, so you are probably not one of them."

"'Genrai-ryu' combines firearms with ninjutsu, excels in group combat, uses guns extensively, and employs gunpowder explosions and musket ambushes. You are not like that either."

"There are three other schools. The 'Wind Demon School' is characterized by cavalry ninjutsu and large-scale raids. It is fierce and skilled in cavalry raids and creating chaos with fire attacks. It is somewhat similar, but those who died did not have horsemanship skills, so it should not be them."

"The Koga school emphasizes strategy and psychological warfare, aiming to subdue the enemy without fighting. They are skilled in disguise, poison, and psychological manipulation. The Iga school is the most comprehensive, with extremely strong combat capabilities. It is known as the 'ancestor of ninjas' and is skilled in combat and various hidden weapons, such as archery, blowguns, and shuriken."

"If I had to guess, you'd be an Iga-ryu ninja?"

Chen Zhan had already read through all the books about Japan, starting from Tianjin, then to Fengtian, and then to Beijing, collecting quite a lot.

I've read through everything that's publicly documented.

Therefore, he knows the Japanese ninja way like the back of his hand.

The way of the ninja is also a branch of martial arts. As it developed and grew, there were many ninjas in all five schools.

Of course, the best development path is still the 'Iga school'.

The God of Ninjas was sweating profusely, never expecting Chen Zhan to know so much about Japanese ninja ways and to expose his identity so directly.

"Chen Sang is truly omnipotent and omniscient."

"You call yourself the God of Ninja? Your skills are really lacking, far from reaching the Dan realm. You're not even close to Mitsui Hayato. Are there so few masters in Japan? This tiny country has had martial arts flourish for so many years, yet you have so few who have reached the Dan realm?"

Before Chen Zhan arrived, he had planned to go all out, after all, the title of "God of Ninjas" was quite intimidating, and he thought that a master of the Core Formation Realm had come.

Unexpectedly, the "God of Ninjas" was only at the Transformation Realm.

“Chen Sang’s martial arts are too high, so he naturally looks down on me. But I am already a top expert in the country. With the help of various ninjutsu techniques, ordinary experts in the Transcendent Realm are no match for me.”

Chen Zhan nodded, there was no need to discuss this matter.

"If we continue, we'll be out of the city. You've sent out the signal for a while now, isn't that enough?"

The two had already passed through seven or eight alleys and reached the edge of the eastern city.

From this location, one can still see scattered lights in the distance. The surrounding area is filled with vegetable fields, with earthen houses scattered among them. Every few miles, there might be one or two lonely houses.

Not far from the small courtyard where the little fox had initially rented, he burned it down, also killing an old eunuch who had attained immortality.

As soon as Chen Zhan finished speaking, dark figures suddenly sprang up from all sides.

Various projectiles were thrown at the rickshaws as if they were free.

Hattori Yoru, who was originally in front of the car, suddenly stomped his foot, and "Bang!"—for some reason, a cloud of thick smoke burst out.

The person disappeared into the smoke.

He didn't even have time to check Chen Zhan's situation behind him; he was only concerned with getting away from Chen Zhan's side.

Being enveloped by the immense pressure surrounding Chen Zhan was truly terrifying.

Amidst the smoke and explosions, Hattori Yoru moved several dozen meters away, out of the smoke's reach, and drew his katana from his waist.

But it was completely empty!
Where's the knife!
The long sword at his waist was his weapon, which he had used for more than ten years and never parted with. Now it has disappeared without a trace.

In a moment of distraction, he realized that Chen Zhan had gotten off the rickshaw faster than he had, and had even taken the long knife from his waist.

Outside the smoke explosion, the sound of a blade slicing through a throat and spurting out ninja blood could already be heard.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Many people didn't even have time to scream, "Devil! He's a devil!"

Fighting at night, you can only see shadows, you can't see people at all, and you can't even see how the enemy moves, whether they use their hands or feet. You can only see people around you falling silently one by one in the thick fog of the night.

The blade was too fast; it slit the throat, and the figure vanished before blood gushed from the throat a moment later.

Spray it onto the person in front of you, on their face.

The fear of death loomed.

Ninjas, trained for a long time and with unwavering will, would involuntarily tremble in the face of such a scene, their hands flying wildly with hidden weapons, accidentally hitting their own people.

"Don't panic! He's alone!"

"Gather together and let's all shout to each other!"

The speaker was no different from the other ninjas, but he should be a captain or something. Before he could finish speaking, his trachea was cut, and blood gushed out along his throat and trachea, turning his words into a 'whoosh whoosh whoosh' sound of a bellows.

He was fine when he didn't speak, but the moment he spoke, he died.

Fear spread. Meanwhile, Chen Zhan continued his slaughter; of the fifty ninjas lying in ambush, about twenty were already dead.

"Ding~"

The longsword swept through the air and collided with another. Chen Zhan was not surprised: "What? Not running anymore? Lord Ninja God's sword is very useful."

Hattori Yokage was holding a sword he had picked up from a dead ninja. When they clashed, the sword cracked.

"You can't escape. Your tracking skills are too strong. Why not take a gamble? Even if I can't kill you, it would be good if I could hurt you."

"It might be a bit difficult for you to hurt me."

Chen Zhan muttered to himself. This was not an understatement. His martial arts skills were progressing too fast, and his talent was growing, to the point that he couldn't even see his own strength clearly.

Even when facing someone who has reached the Dan level, you don't need to use your full strength.

If it had been a full-force, deliberate attack against Li Chunran that day, with the aim of overwhelming him, Li Chunran probably wouldn't have lasted twenty moves.

"Ding!"

With a single slash, Hattori Yoru's longsword broke in his hand.

Chen Zhan quickly turned around, and two ninjas behind him thrust their shuriken at his back. He swept his longsword around and cut the shuriken in half, but cracks also appeared in the longsword in his hand.

Hattori Yoru's figure swiftly disappeared into the shadows.

This is one of the most important techniques in Japanese ninjutsu: "escape technique".

The ninja's "escape technique" is not the magic of disappearing into thin air as in fantasy novels, but a practical technique of concealment based on terrain utilization, tool assistance, and movement skills. Its core objective is to quickly leave the battlefield, evade pursuit, or approach stealthily. In essence, it is a trick of the environment to deceive.

It's nighttime now, a good time for Earth Release and Fire Release techniques.

The group of ninjas had previously used Earth Release to ambush the enemy. There was nothing magical about it. They simply dug a concealed pit beforehand and used camouflage materials such as dry grass, leaves, and soil to blend their bodies into the ground environment and avoid the enemy's sight or tracking.

But this disguise couldn't possibly fool him.

Even ninjas need to breathe.

However, having learned his lesson several times, Hattori Yokage now hides in the shadows, holding his breath, and only breathes once each time he suddenly attacks from the shadows and swings his sword.

This way, Chen Zhan wouldn't discover the location beforehand.

But that's about it.

Chen Zhan single-handedly dealt with ninjas from all directions, while also handling sneak attacks and hidden weapons; his longsword provided impenetrable defense.

The point is!
Chen Zhan only used his knife; he also carried two other weapons on his back, only the hilts of which were visible.

"Bah~"

The long sword shattered.
"Perfect opportunity! Flash! Fire!"

Hattori Yokage exclaimed in Japanese, and the remaining dozen or so ninjas obeyed without question, pulling out various bullets from their pockets, clapping their hands together, and causing phosphorescent light to burst forth.

Ignite the saltpeter and phosphorus powder, and "Boom!" A burst of intense light erupts.

The purpose was to blind Chen Zhan with the flash. The effect was obvious; Chen Zhan was indeed dazzled by the white light and instinctively closed his eyes.

Hattori Yokage saw Chen Zhan close his eyes from the shadows and knew his chance had come, so he quickly made a hand gesture.

Hidden weapons, poison bullets, smoke bombs, and gunpowder pellets were all aimed at Chen Zhan.

Several ninjas were even very close to Chen Zhan, but that's how ninjas are; when they sacrifice themselves, they don't care about their comrades at all. They take pride in achieving their goals by sacrificing themselves.

"Boom~"

Smoke and flames rose together.

But Hattori Yokage remained vigilant. He didn't think he could kill Chen Zhan this way; at most, he would be injured. Chen Zhan's movement speed was much faster than the speed of a bullet.

"Tear~"

One slash! A horizontal cleave.

Hattori Yoru pulled a ninja aside to shield him from the sudden slash. The ninja's neck to waist was cleanly sliced, and his body slid to the ground before he could even let out a scream.

Hattori Yoruichi retreated hastily, while Chen Zhan, wielding twin swords,
The blade has a three-crescent-shaped pattern, and the tip is decorated with a demon head.

The blade is longer and more curved, with an extremely narrow blade and strange, flame-like patterns.

Two demonic swords!

After becoming bloodthirsty, it became even more bizarre. Blood flowed over the patterns, but strangely, it didn't drip onto the ground; instead, it circulated continuously within the grooves.

Hattori Yokage's heart skipped a beat when he saw this.

Muramasa Demon Sword!

Demon Sword Onimaru!

Both of these swords belonged to Mitsuru Toyama and had been with him for many years. After Toyama died, the swords disappeared without a trace.

It turns out that Chen Zhan took her away.

These two knives are said to be covered in many curses, but Chen Zhan was not afraid at all and even took them out to kill Japanese people.

Chen Zhan killed a few more people, dancing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood. With his twin demon swords in hand, he was completely unafraid of any weapon, and they would not be damaged.

"The Demon Blade! He has the Demon Blade. It will grow stronger and stronger after slaughtering and becoming bloodthirsty. We are no match for it."

There were only about ten ninjas left, who were somewhat terrified by Chen Zhan's killing spree. No matter how strong their minds were, with such a high casualty ratio, facing the strange demonic sword and the seemingly invincible Chen Zhan, they were on the verge of collapse.

"Baka! Escapee! Die!"

Hattori Yokage grabbed a young ninja who was retreating, placed his hand on his back, and then threw him directly in front of Chen Zhan.

With his eyes closed, Chen Zhan felt the person who had risen into the air in front of him being cleaved in two with a single slash.

Although the man was instantly severed, Chen Zhan also retreated quickly.

The ninja smelled of gunpowder.

As expected, "Boom!"

The ninja exploded the moment the blade slid across his body.

The fire touched his clothes, and the corner of his garment caught fire. With a swift stroke of his sword, the corner of his garment fell to the ground.

This group of people only just realized it now.

Chen Zhan has fought his way up to this point, and not only is he free of blood, but he's also completely untouched by dust. He's faced all sorts of fire attacks and explosions, but he's still a human bomb.

Let his clothes get slightly dirty!

(End of this chapter)