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Chapter 206 Not Human!

How can we continue to fight like this?

Hattori Yokage was in despair.

This level of suicidal attack wouldn't even harm Chen Zhan. His five senses are extremely sensitive, and his speed is so fast that he can make a judgment in a very short time if any sudden attack enters his five senses.

If Chen Zhan were equipped with firearms, his individual combat capability would be at least equivalent to that of a company.

That's still in direct combat. If it's a sneak attack or assassination, the power of an assassin is simply unimaginable.

Hattori Yokei felt that the Japanese military had set Chen Zhan's danger level too low and that it needed to be raised to the highest level.

Otherwise, these kinds of people, instead of confronting you directly, will run to islands, Mount Fuji, or shrines and wreak havoc and slaughter, which would be more terrifying than natural disasters.

He didn't think he could escape, but now he was thinking about passing the intelligence out.

"Retreat! Find your own way to survive, and raise the threat level to the highest level." Hattori Yoru gave the order in Japanese.

At this point, few ninjas remained alive. Upon hearing the order, they quickly scattered. One ninja, ignoring Chen Zhan's blade slashing towards him, turned to leave but was struck by the demonic blade, suffering either injury or death.

Including Hattori Yokage, there are six people left.

They scattered in all directions, quickly evacuated, and used various smoke grenades for cover.

Chen Zhan naturally couldn't let them escape; he had to kill the "God of Ninjas" first!
Within the dantian, energy circulates.

With each step of the Bagua Mud-Walking Step, the vegetable garden within several feet in front of him was in danger of collapsing, causing even greater damage than the smoke and fire that had just occurred half a day earlier.

There is an ancient saying, "Catching a cicada in eight steps," which means that someone with extremely high lightness skills can catch up with a flying cicada in just a few steps.

Another saying is "catching up with a galloping horse in eight steps," which means being able to catch up with a wild horse in eight steps and nimbly leap onto its back as it gallops with all four hooves off the ground.

There is no way to verify either of these claims.

But when applied to Chen Zhan at this moment, it is incredibly fitting, and even that is not enough to describe it.

Eight steps through the mud! A full hundred feet!
They caught up with Hattori Yoru in an instant.

Chen Zhan's massacre just now, with its smoke, explosions, and other noises, was quite loud and could be heard from afar, so naturally some people went to check it out.

Of course, we couldn't see the specifics, we only knew that people were fighting and the noise was very loud.

They scattered and fled, and Chen Zhan gave chase. The dust kicked up by his muddy steps covered the sky, looking like a curtain of earth and stones from a distance.

Chen Zhan's mud-walking steps were fast, but not silent; they were devastating and unstoppable.

Hattori Yokage sensed the movement behind him; Chen Zhan's blade was already behind him.

The Bagua Knife Technique includes both short knife techniques and long knife techniques.

The Night Battle Eight Directions Sword Technique is characterized by fast footwork and quick strikes, and excels at delivering blows while moving at high speed.

He drew his twin swords, one to sever the ribs, the other to cut the neck!

Hattori Yokage turned to defend, but his longsword was as fragile as paper and was instantly severed by the demon sword.

The demon sword was struck head-on, shattering the katana. The blade sliced ​​into Hattori Yoru's shoulder, but instead of retreating, he advanced, facing the blade head-on, listening to the sound of flesh and blood clashing.

Suddenly, it surged forward.

He fell into Chen Zhan's arms, the blade having severed his entire shoulder, his left arm falling to the ground as well.

But Hattori Yokage didn't roar, and you couldn't even see any pain on his face. Instead, he gave a sinister smile.

His other hand suddenly grabbed up, pressing him close to Chen Zhan's chest, and he pinched a Thunderfire Bomb. He also had about ten others on his person.

"Chen Sang, let's go see Amaterasu together!"

Chen Zhan smiled too.

He kicked him away, just as the explosion happened!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The explosion threw the two men apart; Chen Zhan had already smelled gunpowder on him.

I really didn't expect the other party to not even take a single move, but to turn around and self-destruct. Normally, he would at least struggle a bit, right?

Chen Zhan underestimated the power of the chaotic battle that had just taken place. Hattori Yoru had no intention of resisting and only wanted to die together with his opponent.

The lightning-fire bomb in his hand detonated the lightning-fire bomb on his body, causing a series of explosions. Fortunately, Chen Zhan reacted quickly, and the two managed to create some distance between them before the explosions occurred.

Hattori Yoru was charred black, with the most thunderbolts in his chest, which had shattered his internal organs.

But he was fully conscious and looked at Chen Zhan with a slight smile.

But the smile quickly turned into fear and confusion.

Chen Zhan was hit by the lightning bomb, but only took a few steps back. When he came up again, he could see clearly that Chen Zhan had already stepped on his head, crushed his skull, and was already heading towards the ninja who had fled earlier.

Hattori Yoru never understood until his death how Chen Zhan could have only had his clothes torn apart and a small patch of his chest charred in such an explosion, without even having his flesh blown up.

In contrast, he had been blown into a hollow shell.

This is inhuman.
This is absolutely inhuman! No matter how strong a human's martial arts are, it's impossible for an explosion to leave them unharmed, right?
Hattori Yokage worships Amaterasu, but he absolutely does not believe that anyone can become Amaterasu!
As he lay dying, only four words came to mind.

The Fengtian military described Chen Zhan as "absolutely inhuman."

Chen Zhan quickly caught up with one of them. With a flash of his demonic blade, the person also disappeared. A moment later, the body was separated from its head.

No matter how the fleeing ninja ran or hid, it was all in vain.

After the fierce battle, the men were covered in blood, and others would have to get very close to smell it.

As long as Chen Zhan follows the scent, there's no way he can escape.

Slay the last ninja.

Looking down at his chest and abdomen, he saw a small charred patch and half of his clothes burned. He hadn't suffered any serious injuries, but he was in a rather disheveled state.

He sustained minor injuries from the impact of the gunpowder.

I have to admit that we were a little careless.

Judging from the smell, he realized that the gunpowder on the other person wouldn't pose a fatal threat to him, so he didn't pay much attention.

We need to be more careful from now on.

Chen Zhan flicked the two demonic swords, causing the blood on their blood grooves to evaporate. The blood on the two demonic swords was gone, but the blades looked even more eerie under the moonlight. They were not damaged by the repeated slashes; on the contrary, they seemed to have gained even more sharpness.

A chilling, eerie feeling emanated from the air.

If it's sharp enough, it becomes terrifying.

Chen Zhan shook his head; he felt no fear whatsoever towards the demonic blade.

With his current strength, what use is the Demon Blade? Even if a real demon comes, they'll still have to fight to see who wins.

However, he didn't like the design of the Japanese samurai sword.

I had already discussed this with Ye Ningzhen. There are top-notch swordsmiths in Longquan who have some connection with Cheng Tinghua. They happened to pass through there when I went to the south.

To forge a Xiuchun knife and a Longquan sword.

Yes, sword and blade as one.

As Chen Zhan walked away from the area, he thought for a moment and decided to personally visit Chaoyang Gate and the Qingyi Society.

Dongjiaomin Lane and Xijiaomin Lane, near Chaoyangmen, were both important departments in Beiping City.

The Inspector-General's Office, the Beiping Headquarters, the Beiping Political Affairs Reorganization Committee, the Beiping Branch of the Military Commission, and the Supreme Court.

Both are located on these two streets, and the security is the tightest.

There are patrols all day long, but naturally they can't spot Chen Zhan.

Upon entering Dongjiaomin Lane, one discovers that although the Qingyi Society is a secret organization, it has its own factions and is not entirely hidden in the shadows.

"Ta-da, ta-da ta-da."

Two short, four long.

This is a special code, only used in emergencies.

Clang!

The wooden door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed in blue, wearing a felt hat, glanced at Chen Zhan's slightly disheveled appearance, and then at Chen Zhan's features.

Suddenly he was shocked.

These days, Chen Zhan is known to everyone in the capital.

"Why are you here?"

"Please come in quickly."

Startled, he quickly invited Chen Zhan inside. Chen Zhan was no longer someone of his rank who could receive him. Fortunately, Hong Chen rarely left the Qingyi Society and rested inside.

Tell Chen Zhan to wait a moment, and quickly go and invite the vice president.

Hong Chen also couldn't sleep well. He had a lot going on lately and was quickly woken up. He hadn't even taken off his clothes when he got downstairs and saw Chen Zhan.

"Holy crap, who could have hurt you like this?"

He immediately started swearing.

Seeing the charred chest of Chen Zhan and smelling the faint scent of ripe flesh, he had never seen or even heard of Chen Zhan in such a wretched state.

Back in Tianjin, he used his internal strength to fight back against someone with external strength, and he was in a rather sorry state, but only Ye Ningzhen and the other two women had ever seen him do so.

Then he was forced to join the Liangshan bandits in Lushun.

That near-death experience, bombarded by artillery fire—even Chen Zhan wouldn't be able to withstand that level of shelling now.

But no one outside the family knew about either of these incidents.

However, looking at Chen Zhan's expression, he seemed very calm and unharmed.

"Go inside and tell me to get some clothes."

Chen Zhan took the initiative and went straight inside. He had never been to the Qingyi Society before, but he wasn't intimidated.

Now he can go anywhere in the world.

Upon entering the hall, the three-story building appears unremarkable from the outside, but its interior is extremely luxurious. The floor is covered with century-old elm wood flooring, with an aged appearance but actually waxed and maintained, giving it a warm and smooth feel.

Four fragments of landscape paintings from the Qing Dynasty hang on the wall. In the center is a two-meter-long mahogany eight-immortal table, with eight rosewood armchairs on both sides. The chairs are covered with dark blue velvet cushions with subtle patterns, and there are hidden pockets under the cushions that can conceal pistols.

An "old grain cabinet" is set up on the east side of the Eight Immortals table. The outer layer is made of pine wood, and the inner layer is made of steel plate. A telegraph machine is hidden inside. There are ventilation holes at the bottom of the cabinet, which are disguised as ventilation holes for grain cabinets.

It would be very difficult for an ordinary person to discover such a hidden design, as Chen Zhan was able to do.

He wasn't surprised; a secret organization like the Green Robe Society would inevitably harbor all sorts of deadly intentions. However, he didn't believe that Hong Chen and Chen Zuyan would dare to lay a hand on him.

Within Beiping city, without using the most lethal artillery fire to saturate the area, no one can kill him.

Chen Zhan sat directly in the main seat, the grand master's chair.

Soon someone brought a black velvet coat and a medicine box.

Chen Zhan opened the medicine box, poured disinfectant alcohol into his hand, and gently wiped his chest with his other hand. His hand, sharp as a knife, wiped away the charred, blackened flesh.

Following the same pattern, let's do it a couple more times.

The hissing sound made onlookers frown and click their teeth.

The charred flesh on his body was all scraped off by Chen Zhan's bare hands.

It landed on the table.

The flesh on the chest is pinkish, translucent, and looks like newborn flesh, with blood vessels and blood flow clearly visible.

Soon, a fine trickle of blood began to seep out.

Chen Zhan didn't even frown; he simply rubbed alcohol onto his hands and spread it evenly.

Done.

Hong Chen, along with two commune members and a female medic, looked at it again, their minds racing with a thousand thoughts.

"That's fucking ruthless!"

When Guan Yu underwent bone-scraping surgery, it was Hua Tuo who performed the procedure, allowing Guan Yu to distract himself from the poison.

Chen Zhan scraped his own bone and then applied the medicine himself.
The two commune members had only heard about Chen Zhan's various deeds before, and they also knew the four words used to describe Chen Zhan in Fengtian.

This is fucking not human!

(End of this chapter)