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Chapter 268 If she's going to die, you're going to die too, Mr. Yamamoto!
Yamamoto Sai paused for a moment, then replied, "Why must you be so ruthless? She's just a teenager."

Chiba lowered his head even further, not daring to look up or speak.

She knew that all she could do now was wait, wait for Chen Zhan to soften his heart, or wait for Yamamoto to make a move; her fate was entirely in someone else's hands.

At this moment, her resentment reached its peak.

If you possess Chen Zhan's strength, would you still need to kneel here, awaiting their judgment?

Chen Zhan turned to look at Yamamoto Sai and burst out laughing.

"You're telling me she's a child?"

"Was she the only child? Mr. Yamamoto lives in China; surely he has witnessed the Japanese massacring children?"

"This"

"Oh, Mr. Yamamoto, I've misjudged something." Chen Zhan's tone became calm again, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Uh, what did Mr. Chen say?" Yamamoto asked, puzzled.

"It seems you are not a pure martial artist, but just like an ordinary Japanese person: selfish, greedy, and hypocritical."

After saying that, Chen Zhan continued:
"Now, I've changed my mind."

“If she dies, you die too, Mr. Yamamoto.”

Chen Zhan paced back and forth a few times, his tone calm, as if he were recounting something ordinary, rather than about killing Japan's top martial arts master.

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto Sai swayed slightly.

"A master like you, Chen, shouldn't go back on your word!"

"Logically it shouldn't be like this, but when dealing with you Japanese pirates, breaking a promise is nothing. We'll just use their own methods against them."

Yamamoto Sai's heart sank to the bottom. He took two steps back, but still managed to pull Chiba Ichiji up, asking, "Mr. Chen, you never intended to let me go from the very beginning, did you?"

After Chen Zhan finished speaking, he had both knives in his hands, but with a flick of his wrist, he scattered all the blood and plunged the embroidered spring knife into his back.

"That's right, they have no sense of morality towards the Japanese pirates."

"To thank you for your help, you can run separately."

After Chen Zhan finished speaking, Tang Hengdao twirled his sword, and the blood droplets that flew up from the twirling sword splattered onto Yamamoto Sai.

"Three breaths' time, run."

The moment he finished speaking, a faint red aura rose around him again, but instead of immediately pursuing them, he took a half step back, giving the two a glimmer of hope.

Yamamoto Sai's pupils contracted sharply, his fingers gripping Chiba Kiku's wrist tightly, a ruthless thought swirling in his mind.

"Run with me!" Yamamoto shouted, pulling Chiba into the depths of the dense forest.

Yamamoto Sai's footwork combines Tai Chi energy with the lightness technique of ninja, stepping silently on the decaying leaves and shooting three zhang in an instant.

A breath passed.

By the second breath, Yamamoto Sai had already carried Chiba Ikuhisa back into the dense forest.

They moved through the forest at great speed. After a long while, Chiba finally woke up from her daze, the conversation between Chen Zhan and Yamamoto Sai still echoing in her mind.

It turns out that everything in the forest was a gift from Yamamoto Sai.
It was Yamamoto Sai's orders that brought the Japanese martial arts world together. If it weren't for Yamamoto Sai's cooperation with Chen Zhan, Chen Zhan would never have been able to assassinate these people one by one.

Chiba's mind raced, and he quickly understood what was going on.

Chen Zhan was supposed to reach some deal with Yamamoto Sai, but just now, Chen Zhan went back on his word.

Five breaths had passed by the time she understood the whole story!

Yamamoto Sai ran ahead, leading Chiba Iku, when the sharp sound of blades cutting through the air came from behind.

Yamamoto Sai didn't need to look; he simply turned his head slightly to avoid the silver needle.

Chen Zhan has caught up!

Yamamoto felt a chill in his heart as he pondered a plan, but suddenly…
A chill ran down my waist!
The moment they tried to turn around and defend themselves, it was too late!

"Pfft~!"

A dagger was stuck in his waist.

"Bang~!"

Yamamoto reacted quickly, using Tai Chi energy to move his waist and hands together, like an old tree with its roots intertwined, and kicked out, sending Chiba Kiku flying.

"You!! Why would you agree to be in the same boat?"

Chiba landed and flipped over, crashing into a giant tree to steady himself, spitting out a mouthful of stagnant blood.

"Old fool! Still pretending! If you had truly kind intentions, you wouldn't have suffered this calamity."

As Chiba spoke, her voice grew fainter and fainter as she fled in another direction.

Yamamoto Sai was willing to sacrifice all the martial arts practitioners in Japan to make a deal with Chen Zhan, so he wouldn't really care about her. Perhaps he was genuinely grateful for her talent at first, but compared to his own life, it was nothing.

He took her along not out of pity or inner remorse, but because he was calculating and hoping that he could hold off Chen Zhan for a while. After all, if the two went their separate ways, Chen Zhan would definitely kill him first, this old monster who was more powerful and faster.

Before leaving, he stabbed Yamamoto Sai to vent his anger.

She hated Chen Zhan, and even more so Yamamoto Sai, but now was not the time to fight to the death; escaping was the priority.

Her plan was flawless. Logically, Chen Zhan should have killed Yamamoto Sai first. Moreover, Yamamoto Sai, the number one expert in Japan, couldn't possibly be completely powerless, giving her a long time to escape.

But plans are plans, and unexpected changes can happen at any time.

The wind whistled through the forest. Chiba instinctively turned around and saw a wisp of red mist flash past her eyes. She didn't even see Chen Zhan's movements clearly, only felt a chill on her neck, and her vision began to spin.
"you!"

Chiba's voice choked in his throat, turning into a final, hoarse gasp of blood.

The last thing he saw was his own headless corpse and Chen Zhan's back.

Chen Zhan saw from afar that Chiba Ikuhisa and Yamamoto Sai parted ways. Chiba Ikuhisa's logic was completely correct, but she overlooked one point.

She's too slow and her skills are too poor.

Chen Zhan caught up with her at the peak of the Dark Force level in an instant, and in her state of explosive Qi and Blood, she couldn't withstand a single move.

Chen Zhan killed her with a single strike, almost without wasting any time.

When Chen Zhan sheathed his sword, the blood on Tang Hengdao had not yet dripped. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and chased after Yamamoto Sai like an arrow. The red mist left a trail of afterimages in the forest, and even the wind could not keep up with his speed.

Yamamoto clutched his waist; this kind of injury was nothing to him. He stopped the blade the moment it entered his flesh, and it only went in an inch.

But the pressure from Chen Zhan behind him was too great.

He heard a strange wind behind him, cursed inwardly, and suddenly changed direction, rushing towards a clump of trees on his left.

Faint footsteps could be heard from there; it was several warriors from unknown schools who had come after receiving the news.

"Chen Zhan! Must you be so ruthless as to wipe them all out?"

Yamamoto deliberately shouted loudly, his voice filled with panic, but in reality, he was trying to warn the samurai and make them his shields.

The samurai had just crawled through the bushes when they saw Yamamoto Sai rushing towards them. They had never seen Yamamoto Sai in person, but they had seen his portrait. Just as they were about to speak, Yamamoto Sai ignored them completely, walked through the crowd, and even kicked them out.

One of the warriors was unable to resist and flew in the opposite direction, meeting the figure in the red mist.

"Tear~"

It shattered into pieces of flesh and blood.

A figure rushed in, enveloped in red mist. The short, stout warrior at the head had just drawn his katana when Tang Hengdao cleaved him through the forehead with his sword. The force of the blade pierced through his skull, and a burst of blood erupted from the back of his head.

Chen Zhan didn't stop, and with a backhand flick, he severed the waists of two more warriors, their internal organs mixed with blood spilling onto the ground. He killed these people without even blinking, as casually as chopping grass.

Where the red mist swept by, screams were incomplete, leaving only a series of "splattering" sounds of flesh being torn apart.

This group of people did indeed block Chen Zhan for two breaths.

But this was intentional on his part; he said he would kill all the Japanese martial arts practitioners, and he meant it.

"You're insane! You're insane!"

Yamamoto Sai was also somewhat frightened at this point. Chen Zhan was too terrifying; he killed people like cutting grass.

He had thought these warriors could delay Chen Zhan for a moment, but he didn't expect them to kill him faster than they were chasing him. They finished off everyone in two breaths, and the red mist was still clinging to him for more than ten feet.

He could feel the scorching pressure of the aura, and his back was soaked with cold sweat. Every time he took a breath, his throat felt tight. Chen Zhan's energy had locked his qi, and no matter how he changed direction, he could not escape the range of the aura.

There were still a few martial arts practitioners who had arrived in the forest. Most of them were masters from small and medium-sized schools. They had not witnessed the previous massacre and thought that something had gone wrong during the martial arts competition.

Seeing the corpses scattered all over the ground, it turned out that there were top experts from major sects among them.

Even the head of the Yagyu family, Yagyu Gensai, and Hattori Hanzo of the Iga Oshimaku sect, were reduced to only half a body.
They were all top figures in the Japanese martial arts world, renowned and influential in their respective regions.

Who wouldn't be terrified by this scene?

In their panic, they saw the Sword Saint Yamamoto Sai rushing towards them, then speeding past, some even running erratically. A red figure then followed from behind, causing dust and trees to collapse in its wake.

Japan's number one martial artist, Yamamoto Sai
It looks like they're being chased!

Chen Zhan's lips curled into a cold smile. Tang Heng slashed horizontally, and the wind from the blade swept past, severing the arms of those men at the shoulder.

To Chen Zhan, these people's obstruction was nothing more than a matter of wielding a few more swords.

His speed did not decrease at all, and the mist of his qi and blood grew thicker and thicker, even causing the surrounding trees to rustle and shed leaves from the force of his energy.

The body's Qi and blood have been stimulated to their maximum potential.

Yamamoto also used some secret techniques to unleash explosive power, increasing his speed dramatically. Chen Zhan followed behind with a smile, letting him lead him to kill the martial arts practitioners scattered in the forest.

Yamamoto Sai rushed desperately deeper into Mount Fuji, crushing the pebbles beneath his feet.
He could feel a faint pain in his dantian, which was probably caused by the blood and qi left behind by Chen Zhan. It was triggered by the panic of being chased and began to backfire on his internal energy.

Chen Zhan also noticed his direction and became somewhat curious. The old man had been living in seclusion on Mount Fuji for many years; he must have made some arrangements.

But he was fearless. Unless Yamamoto had anticipated his arrival and planted a mountain full of explosives in Mount Fuji, he couldn't think of anything that could threaten him.

The two of them rushed out of the primeval forest, one after the other, and headed straight for Mount Fuji.

Mount Fuji is covered in snow all year round, but that couldn't stop the two of them from walking.

Yamamoto Sai sensed what was behind him and realized that Chen Zhan was deliberately letting him escape to see what tricks he was up to. But even though he could see it, there was nothing he could do.

Circumstances are beyond our control; whether we live or die, we have no choice but to gamble.

Climbing the mountain and looking out over the valley, Yamamoto Sai entered a snow-covered valley.

"Woooooo~"

He clasped his hands together, put them in his mouth, and made a whooshing sound. The sound echoed louder and louder as it reverberated around the three mountains in the valley.

soon.

"Boom boom boom~"

"Boom boom boom~"

The sound of hurried footsteps and herds of wild animals could be heard; it turned out to be a group of serows.

Also called mountain donkey, rock donkey, or four unlike animals.

The body is brownish-gray, grayish-white, or black, with white upper and lower lips, a bare black snout, and rusty-brown tail base and ventral surface.

The fur on its limbs is reddish-brown. It has a narrow and long head, a mane on its back and neck, a short tail, short and pointed horns, and ring-shaped ridges and irregular longitudinal grooves on its surface.

This herd of serows numbered about twenty, mostly adults, and they appeared to be much heavier than ordinary people, with horns a foot long.

The serows rushed out of the valley. Yamamoto stopped, and instead of attacking him, the serows were very intelligent, circling around him as if trying to please him.

That wasn't all; "bang bang" sounds came from the top of the valley as three black bears charged down the slope.

Adult black bears can weigh up to 300-400 pounds, possess sharp claws and a powerful bite, making them much more lethal than serows.

Chen Zhan stood at the entrance of the snow valley, looking at the serows and black bears that were closing in. His brows furrowed slightly, and a clear hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He had thought that Yamamoto Sai had some hidden tricks up his sleeve or set up some ingenious killing formation, but he never expected that it was just a shady method like beast taming. In the face of absolute strength, no matter how many wild beasts there are, they will only increase the slaughter.

"Is that all?"

Chen Zhan's voice echoed through the snow valley, carrying a hint of mockery.

"Chen Zhan! I know about the hidden strongholds of the Divine Concealment Sect, and I know about the military's follow-up plans! Spare my life, and I'll tell you everything!"

Yamamoto tried to trade intelligence for his life. He knew that these beasts were no match for Chen Zhan, but he had no choice; this was his last trump card.

Chen Zhan chuckled. What use is the Divine Concealment Sect now that all the high-ranking members have been killed?

He didn't need military intelligence at all. The Japanese invasion of China was already an open secret. Even if he knew, he couldn't stop it. Even if he gave the Nationalist government a defense map, the Nationalist government wouldn't send troops!
Chen Zhan brandished his blade, and Yamamoto Sai also whimpered and urged the beast forward.

More than twenty serows immediately arched their bodies, their four hooves kicking up snow, and charged toward Chen Zhan with a "boom" sound. Three black bears straightened up, their fan-like paws slamming into the ground, sending snow flying, and used the momentum to rush toward Chen Zhan.

Chen Zhan fixed his gaze on Yamamoto Sai, completely ignoring the charging beasts. These beasts had no intelligence and could not possibly harm him.

These beasts charged together, even restraining each other.

Chen Zhan was only in such a large area, trying to squeeze in and attack, while Old Bear was about to knock away the serow blocking his way.

As he rushed towards them, Chen Zhan exerted force with his legs, and his pale red blood energy surged again. He spun around, and Tang Hengdao drew a blood arc in his hand.

The first serow had just charged in front of him when the blade flashed, and the serow's horn and half its head were cleanly severed, its blood spraying onto the white snow, a glaring red.

"too slow."

Chen Zhan spoke calmly, his figure weaving through the herd of beasts. Wherever the red mist passed, the serows fell to the ground.

His figure moved swiftly, crossing the herd of beasts in an instant.

This speed is much faster than chasing Yamamoto Sai.

Yamamoto Sai didn't run anymore; he decided to fight to the death.

He didn't expect these wild beasts to stop Chen Zhan, but rather to buy himself time to concentrate and prepare.

Yamamoto Sai was called the Sword Saint because of his unparalleled swordsmanship, but after he attained immortality, he did not use his sword skills to fight for a long time.

Even when he fought Chen Zhan that day, he did not use his sword.

On the one hand, Chen Zhan didn't give him a chance to draw his sword; on the other hand, he was also keeping a backup plan. At that time, Chen Zhan had no intention of killing him, which he could sense.

But things are different now. Chen Zhan's murderous intent is boiling, and he has no regard for morality or promises whatsoever.
Knowing there was no way out, Yamamoto Sai's eyes flashed with madness. He drew his katana, raised it to his eyes, and closed them.

The katana in his hand was naturally a famous sword, named Xuan Yin, and it was a weapon forged in China.

Sensing Chen Zhan's fierce aura rushing towards him, he spread his feet apart and stepped onto the snow. The snow surface did not sink even a little. His internal energy surged wildly from his dantian and intertwined with the qi and blood throughout his body.

Snowflakes rose from beneath his feet, creating a powerful interplay of black and white energy with him.

His left hand was in a Tai Chi ball-holding posture, while his right hand held the knife but did not draw it. Instead, he pressed the hilt against his palm, and the black and white energy around him gathered from the hilt to the blade. Fine cracks appeared on the scabbard, and it emitted a buzzing vibration.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yamamoto pushed hard with his left hand, and the Yin-Yang energy of the ball-holding posture suddenly exploded, causing the snow in a ten-foot radius in front of him to burst up and turn into a snow curtain.

Although his eyes were closed, Chen Zhan happened to come up to him and disappeared into the snow, his vision blocked.

Yamamoto Sai gripped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, but following the trajectory of the Yin-Yang energy, he unleashed a reverse slash with the intent of "taking without a sword"!

Strangely, this strike did not produce a dramatic, earth-shattering wind; instead, it possessed a soft, Tai Chi-like strength, entangling and sealing the opponent.

The Xuan Yin Greatsword probed into the snow curtain, and also probed into the heart of Chen Zhan, who was shrouded in a pale red mist.

Chen Zhan would not lose his composure just because he was blocked by the snow. Although the sword was silent, Yamamoto Sai's aura was like a furnace in the snow, making it impossible to be more conspicuous.

"This strike truly displayed the prowess of a sword saint."

Chen Zhan couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Yamamoto's strike was almost at the threshold of Qi and Blood Martial Arts. The energy actually wrapped around the blade, dissipating the thin mist of Qi and Blood in front of Chen Zhan's chest.

Yamamoto had also noticed that the faint red mist in front of Chen Zhan, which seemed like an illusion, was actually an extremely dense outward release of his vital energy, combining offense and defense.

Ordinary swords and blades cannot penetrate the blood mist!

The energy from Yamamoto Sai's sword, though it neutralized Chen Zhan's blood and qi and penetrated his chest, did nothing more than that.
“But that’s not enough.” Chen Zhan’s calm voice came through the snow.

A person also appeared in front of Yamamoto Sai.

The blade was indeed poised to strike Chen Zhan's chest, but! It couldn't advance an inch!

Because Chen Zhan didn't have his left hand to hold the knife, but instead pressed it against the blade, shrouded in red mist, his hand remained completely unharmed.
"you"

This scene had an impact on Yamamoto no less than the day Chen Zhan first revealed his Qi and Blood Furnace, unleashing an astonishing aura.

"Mr. Yamamoto, is this enough to repay your help?"

Chen Zhan had indeed revealed all his trump cards at this point, except for the final move that would result in mutual destruction.

"Alas, your martial arts have already reached a divine level; why bother with worldly affairs?"

Chen Zhan shook his head, and Tang Hengdao pierced his brow without any resistance.

Yamamoto Sai's eyes widened, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Chen Zhan drew his Tang Hengdao sword, blood dripping down the blade and splashing into flowers of blood on the snow. He looked at the corpse on the ground without any change in his eyes, wiped the blade with Yamamoto Sai's clothes, and turned to walk out of the snow valley.

He's going to Tokyo.

More people will come from the forest, scattered here and there. Chen Zhan can't possibly kill all the martial artists. These remaining scattered henchmen will need to be sent to deliver messages.

The Tokyo military headquarters, upon learning of this, will surely be furious.

It is also necessary to hold a meeting and conduct a thorough investigation.

Important people will gather together.

(End of this chapter)