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Chapter 256 Kill! !
But before Chen Zhan could go inside, more than a dozen masked warriors in black rushed out of the building. The accessories on their clothes were more complicated than those he had seen before, and the black dragon pattern was embroidered more realistically.

Chen Zhan was familiar with the Black Dragon Society's ranking system; the more complex the black dragon pattern, the higher the rank.

The head of the mountain that had died at his hands was covered with double black dragon patterns.

The Black Dragon Society's leader has three dragon tattoos!
The samurai who charged out was of a higher level than the one he had killed before, but it didn't matter to him.

With twin blades in hand, Chen Zhan swept them across the air with terrifying force. The sharp whistling and shockwaves created by the blades as they slashed through the air were terrifying.

"ruthless~"

The warriors swarmed forward, their blades flashing and gleaming. Chen Zhan, however, remained calm, his Bagua Steps flowing smoothly as he weaved through the gaps in the blades.

Chen Zhan lowered his eyes, as if he could judge the direction of the samurai sword without even looking. His steps were small and delicate, and with a slight movement, he was able to dodge the blade's strike.

The twin blades slashed through the crowd, and in just a moment, more than a dozen corpses lay on the main street. The lanterns were stained red with blood, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

"Woooo~!"

The warriors at the entrance of the Black Dragon Society finally realized what was happening and blew their whistles.

Many more warriors rushed out, but they only dared to stand at the door and did not dare to go forward.

The lead samurai shouted, "Who goes there? How dare you trespass on the Black Dragon Society's territory?"

Chen Zhan didn't reply, but instead crossed the Embroidered Spring Blade and the Tang Horizontal Blade in front of his chest, the backs of the blades colliding and making a crisp "clang" sound.

With his left toe touching the ground, the Bagua Mud-Treading Step suddenly accelerated, his figure like a swift wind sweeping across the ground, rushing straight into the Black Dragon Society's gate. The few warriors at the gate who dared not step forward, in the instant his blade swept across, did not even have time to scream before they clutched their necks and fell to the ground, blood seeping into the door through the cracks.

Chen Zhanren rushed into the building, followed by more than a dozen warriors, who stood facing each other with swords drawn.

The interior of the Black Dragon Society is a typical Japanese martial arts dojo, with a bluish-gray tatami mat in the center and sword racks on both sides, filled with long and short samurai swords.

A wooden plaque with the inscription "May your military fortune last forever" hangs on the wall.

In the corner, there is also a wooden statue of Tokugawa Ieyasu.

As soon as Chen Zhan stepped inside, a soft rustling sound came from the rafters, and a dark figure fell down like a bat, its two poisoned daggers aimed straight at his back.

Iga-ryu ninja!
This ninja was dressed in night clothes, his face covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes. His movements were so light that they were almost silent, which was the style of the Iga school's "Shadow Escape," specializing in sneak attacks.

The Black Dragon Society has a very complex structure, unlike the Hokushin Kendo Dojo, which is the largest kendo school in Japan, with all its members being disciples of the Hokushin Itto-ryu style.

For thirty years, the Black Dragon Society recruited warmongers within Japan, supported the military, incited war, created incidents, and engaged in smuggling, assassination, intelligence gathering, and opium trafficking, committing all sorts of evil deeds.

Therefore, it is not surprising that there are Iga-ryu ninjas within the Black Dragon Society.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Chen Zhan suddenly pulled his right foot back and twisted his body in the process. He swept his Tang Hengdao horizontally with his backhand, the wind of the blade carrying the fierce power of Xingyi Bangjin. With a "clang", he knocked away the short knife, and at the same time, he thrust his left hand Xiuchun Dao straight.

The Iga ninja reacted quickly, leaning back as Chen Zhan's blade tip merely pierced the ninja's mask, revealing a face covered in scars.

The ninja's pupils constricted, and he tried to retreat, but Chen Zhan blocked his retreat with his lotus-like steps. He then thrust the Embroidered Spring Blade forward, piercing through the ninja's throat. Blood splattered onto the wooden statue, staining the four characters "May Martial Fortune Last Forever" red.

"An Iga ninja? Hattori Yokage was known as the God of Shinobi, but he died a horrible death."

Chen Zhan smiled as he drew his Embroidered Spring Blade, flicking away the blood droplets from the blade, and glanced around the hall.

Three samurai dressed in different attire emerged from the inner hall. The one in the lead was a middle-aged man with a mustache, holding a long, narrow "Aoe-katana" in his hand. The scabbard was engraved with the characters "Yagyu," indicating that he was a successor of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu school.

On the left is a short, stocky samurai, shirtless, revealing his bulging muscles, holding a large katana taller than himself. He is a sumo wrestler of the Goryu style.

On the right is an old man wearing a purple family crested robe. He is not holding a knife, but rather his hands are loosely clenched. He must be a master of the Hokushin Itto-ryu style, who is skilled in "no-knife slashing".

"You killed Hattori Yokage? You're the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

Chen Zhan didn't speak or negotiate, and charged at the three men with his knife.

The Yagyu-ryu samurai shouted, drew his Aoe sword, and with a flash of light, slashed straight at Chen Zhan's face.

The Yagyu Shinkage-ryu school emphasizes "stillness like a virgin, movement like a rabbit." This seemingly slow strike actually conceals a deadly move that can "cut in two with a single stroke," making its sword path extremely cunning.

Chen Zhan neither dodged nor evaded, but blocked with his Embroidered Spring Blade. The blade dipped slightly as he used Tai Chi Silk Reeling Force to deflect the force of the Green River Blade to one side. At the same time, Tang Heng Blade slashed horizontally, the wind of the blade aimed directly at the warrior's waist and abdomen.

The warrior was surprised by Chen Zhan's exquisite way of deflecting the force. He hurriedly sheathed his sword to block, but was jolted by the force of Tang Hengdao's sword, and his arm made a few cracking sounds.

My arm is broken!

Chen Zhan's strike incorporated the penetrating force of a splitting fist. Although it appeared to be aimed at the waist and abdomen, the force actually penetrated the blade and could shatter bones.

Moreover, his seemingly light strikes contained terrifying force, and the sharp whistling sound generated by each swing echoed continuously in the enclosed environment of the building.

The Yagyu-ryu samurai's arm was shattered by the impact of the sword; he cried out in pain and tried to retreat.
Chen Zhan had already stepped in front of him, and with a flick of his embroidered spring knife against the green river knife, he knocked the long knife off the warrior's wrist and severed the tendons in his hand.

Tang Hengdao was about to slash across his neck in the next instant, but suddenly changed direction, wielding the sword and sweeping it behind him.

"Baka!" The sumo wrestler roared as he charged forward, his greatsword sweeping across the room with a whooshing sound, attempting to cleave Chen Zhan in two with brute force. This wrestler practiced "Goriki-ryu," possessing strength sufficient to carry boulders and walk through water.

The greatsword in his hands was as nimble as a wood-chopping knife.

Chen Zhan's gaze swept across with a blade-like light. He turned halfway around, his steps were agile, and the light in his eyes flickered. The ink-wash patterns on Tang Hengdao were stained with the blood of the Iga ninja from before.

"Ha? A contest of strength? You're not worthy."

As the blade swept in, and the two swords clashed, Chen Zhan suddenly reversed the blade, striking with a force as if it had no edge.

"when!"

The two blades clashed. Chen Zhan's blade was made of top-quality material, and he was using the thick, unpolished side of it.

"Wow~"

The greatsword shattered instantly, and at the same time, Chen Zhan's Tang-style horizontal sword spun half a circle again, slamming down on the head of the burly samurai with a "smack".

The samurai's head was much bigger than a watermelon, but Chen Zhan's slash would shatter the iron watermelon into several pieces.

Chen Zhan didn't look at the corpse. He turned around and used his Bagua steps to dodge the purple-robed old man's knife.

He gripped the Embroidered Spring Blade with his back to the ground, and with a backhand slash, blood splattered onto the tatami mat, spreading out in a dark red hue.

The Yagyu-ryu samurai, whom they hadn't dealt with before, had a huge gash from his lower body to his neck, with his internal organs spilling out. Chen Zhan had already moved to the other side.

"Fire!"

"Clap clap~"

Japanese came from upstairs. Chen Zhan could understand it, but it didn't really matter if he couldn't. The sound of a gun being cocked was crystal clear to him.

Gunshots rang out, flames billowed, and bullets rained down from the upper floors.

Chen Zhan's body suddenly shrank to half its original size, and he crouched down like a monkey!
With a flick of his blade, a short, stocky sumo wrestler stepped in front of him. The shrunken Chen Zhan, carrying the corpse, took a step forward and disappeared into the shadows.

"Swish swish!~"

From the shadows, a dozen or so date-pit-shaped nails shot out. The people upstairs quickly dodged, but found that they weren't being aimed at them at all.

"He's turning on the light!"

The old man in purple roared, but before anyone could react, all the light bulbs and candles in the building were extinguished.

The building was plunged into complete darkness in an instant.

"Do you understand it well?"

The next moment, Chen Zhan's voice rang out not far from the purple-robed elder.

The old man of the Beichen Itto-ryu style was already deathly pale. He made a fist with both hands, intending to use the "No-Sword Take" technique to turn around and disarm Chen Zhan's sword, but in the instant he turned around, he felt a cold sensation on his neck.

With a powerful push from both feet, the person instantly retreated several meters.

But that icy aura followed him relentlessly; as he retreated, the aura pursued him.

Inagaki Sadanosuke, who had mastered the "No-Sword Draw" technique, was most skilled in perception. Although the building was pitch black and he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face, he was certain that the blade was right in front of him, right at his neck.

Moreover, Chen Zhan has a stronger sense of perception; no matter how far he retreats, Chen Zhan can keep up in the darkness.

Chen Zhan's perception is indeed strong, but he is not relying on perception at this time. After reaching the Core Formation stage, he will advance further, his blood and qi will be as strong as a tiger, his divine will will be concentrated, and there will be little difference between night and day.

"Tap tap tap~"

"Tap tap tap~"

Footsteps echoed rapidly on the first floor. The Black Dragon Society's Japanese-style building was not large, and the footsteps on the first floor were so fast that they started on the left and then on the right, chasing each other.

Upstairs, someone was directed to light candles; otherwise, there would be no way to fire a gun in this situation, and blind firing would likely kill Senior Sadanosuke first.

Chen Zhan was also somewhat surprised. The old man was quite strong on his feet, and thanks to his familiarity with the environment, he was able to maintain his distance. What was even more amazing was his perception.

Chen Zhan was certain that the other party couldn't see him, and that his sword strikes were silent, yet the old man could still sense them and barely dodge them each time.

"Interesting! Let's see how well you can dodge!"

"Huhuhu~"

With each step Chen Zhan took, he swung his sword, the whistling sound of which filled the building. Because of the enclosed environment, there was an echo, and the sound was chaotic and whistling in a loop.

The old man's wrinkled face twisted wildly, his brows furrowed. His 'Invisible Perception' relied on the environment and sounds to make judgments, but now there were too many and too many sounds, making it extremely difficult to determine Chen Zhan's location from the whistling of blades.

(End of this chapter)