The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Chapter 146 Slaying Honda's Psychic Abilities and Battle Momentum

The exhibition hall is very deep.

Zhang Chang'an slowly walked in with the crowd. The surrounding noise gradually subsided here, and Zhang Chang'an soon saw the Dragonfly Cutter.

Inside the display case, the dragonfly-cut spearhead was displayed separately. The spear shaft was far less important than the spearhead, which is why, in the end, only the enormous spearhead was recovered by him, lying quietly on the velvet.

The blades on both sides remained sharp, gleaming coldly under the light. Some wood shavings remained at the hilt, perhaps traces left when the shaft was severed by Zhang Chang'an, as the stress was transmitted to the spearhead.

Continuing inside, soft, warm light streamed down from above, falling on the display cases and the enlarged text and pictures on the walls: "When it left this land, Li Bai was probably still writing poetry in Chang'an. At the same time, the monk Jianzhen finally arrived in Japan on his sixth eastward voyage."

Whether this knife endured the same hardships as Jianzhen, no one knows. All that is certain is that it will not return to its homeland until after twelve hundred years.

In the display case next to it, the Bingzi Pepper Forest lies quietly.

The light shone on the blade, making the marks that had stood for thousands of years clearly visible.

The blade has a tiny notch, a few shallow scratches on the body, and four ancient inscriptions on the hilt.

Completely different from when he first saw him in the late Edo period, Zhang Chang'an felt that the current Bingzi Jiaolin was not like a weapon, but more like an old man who had traveled a long way and finally returned home.

Through the glass, you can see the old rope that used to be wrapped around the hilt of the sword, displayed on the side. The original scabbard, like the one that was returned, has a mottled paint finish, and in some places, the wooden core underneath is even exposed.

Zhang Chang'an looked for a long time, through the glass, through the light, and through the passing crowds. It seemed that these two things, too, were looking out from inside.

A child was led across the street, and Zhang Chang'an could clearly hear their voices: "Dad, that knife looks so old."

"Yes, it's very old."

"What was it like before? It must have been... really powerful."

Zhang Chang'an remained silent, but remarked with considerable emotion, "It was truly remarkable—and it has indeed been a long time."

The nights in Guangzhou are both bustling and gentle.

After leaving the museum, Zhang Chang'an didn't rush back. Instead, he wandered around for a bit.

As a native of Guangdong, he couldn't possibly be unaware of the Pearl River and the Canton Tower. However, he now works in Zhongshan, while he grew up and went to school in Foshan. Guangzhou is indeed very different from those two places.

Finally, around 9 PM, we prepared to head back to the hotel, but the traffic jam lasted until 10 PM. It was definitely an experience that you can't miss in a big city like Guangzhou.

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The hotel he booked had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Pearl River at night. After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, he lay down on the bed. Outside the window, cruise ships were slowly passing by on the river, their lights twinkling.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment, lost in thought.

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"Shard of Rank: Honda (New Burning Tier 19.35%)".

He dealt with the last fragment of Uesugi Kenshin a couple of days ago. That battle was tough, but the gains were substantial.

Although not as powerful as Honda, the fragments of Uesugi Kenshin still represent his peak condition on the battlefield, albeit on foot, not on horseback.

His strength had improved considerably since his first attempt to digest the Honda fragments, and his superb martial arts skills were enough to rival those of a true Sengoku daimyo.

More importantly, after unlocking the Psionicist class, although his skills are not yet sufficient for use in combat, his willpower has become stronger, and his state within the memory space has also become stronger.

Thus, with the support of relatively complete equipment, he successfully assimilated Uesugi and awakened a second level of spiritual ability.

"[Battle Spirit] (Good Quality)"

Mental state is directly proportional to combat effectiveness. When one's mind is stable, one's fighting spirit is high, and one's morale is unstoppable, one can unleash power beyond one's own limits.

In short, the more stable one's mental state, the stronger one becomes. In addition, he spent some scraps to obtain the iron spear handle for the Dragonfly Cutter from the Heavenly Might Night Observer's panel, and the panel for Zhang Chang'an became as follows: "Current Clan Head: Zhang Chang'an".

"Rank: New Burning Rank [Heavenly Might Night Defender] [Psionicist] (19.99%)."

"Time-space fragments: 1200".

Skills: [Southern Military Martial Arts] (Rare) [Shenji Battalion Practical Steam Technology] (Premium) [Eye of Death] (Premium)

"Japanese Martial Arts (Swallow Return, No-Sword Takedown, Three-Stage Thrust)" (Premium)

[Spirit Connection] (Good) [Battle Momentum] (Good).

"Items: "Famous Sword - Bingzi Pepper Forest" (Fine) "Famous Gun - Dragonfly Cutter (No Barrel)" (Fine) "Military Mechanical Iron Gun Barrel" (Good) [Unnamed - Upper Body Steam Armor] (Good) M1889 Revolver (Common)."

Because he was worried that he might suddenly enter a certain instance and need something, he kept those spacetime fragments.

Therefore, of all the gains from the Kyoto instance, the only one he still needed to deal with was Honda Tadakatsu.

He pondered, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

Smoke and shouts of battle.

The thunderous roar of horses' hooves pounding the ground filled the air once more.

Zhang Chang'an opened his eyes and found himself riding a horse.

It was a tall, yellow horse, muscular and breathing heavily, its hooves pawing the ground restlessly.

At the same time, he was riding a horse and wearing a Chinese-style suit of armor.

Although he still lacked a helmet, only wearing half-body iron armor, he could sense that beneath this seemingly ancient armor lay a mechanical transmission system. It might very well be the armor of the true Heavenly Might Night Scouts.

In addition, he carried a finely crafted red-tasseled iron spear. The spear was heavy, its tip sharp, and its weight and length perfectly suited to the Chinese spear techniques he excelled at. A dark red cloak draped over his shoulder fluttered in the wind.

"Handsome—" Zhang Chang'an pondered, his aura instantly rising considerably.

"Da da da————" In the distance, a huge figure was already charging towards them.

Honda Tadakatsu, still clad in his black antler helmet and golden armor, rode a warhorse taller than himself. He held the over 6-meter-long spear, Tonbogi, horizontally in both hands. On the surrounding battlefield, countless Sengoku soldiers were engaged in fierce combat. The shouts of battle were deafening, and the clash of swords and spears was as dense as rain. But Zhang Chang'an, standing here, was in a completely different state than before.

He took a deep breath, his fighting spirit surging. He squeezed the horse's flanks with his legs, and the yellow horse neighed and charged forward.

In the blink of an eye, on the smoke-filled land, two warhorses passed each other.

Honda's Dragonfly Cutter swept across, whistling through the air, aiming straight for Zhang Chang'an's waist and hips.

Zhang Chang'an's red-tasseled iron spear, thrusting upwards, precisely struck the side of the spearhead of the Dragonfly Cutter, deflecting it. The spearhead grazed past his body, and Honda's powerful strike missed its mark instantly.

Zhang Chang'an's actions did not stop there. In the instant the two horses passed each other, Zhang Chang'an flicked his wrist, reversed the spear shaft, and the spear tip immediately slashed fiercely across Honda's wrist.

"Sizzle—"

Even though Honda reacted extremely quickly and dodged on horseback, the straps on his gauntlet shattered, and blood began to seep from his wrist below.

Honda glanced down, and his imposing manner immediately vanished.

Zhang Chang'an spurred his horse forward, but after less than a dozen steps, he reined in his horse and turned back.

The surrounding battlefield remained noisy, the shouts of battle deafening. Several lowly soldiers from the Warring States period, oblivious to their own mortality, charged forward, hoping to gain an advantage. Zhang Chang'an, however, didn't even turn his head. He reversed his spear shaft and fired—bang! bang!

Two soldiers flew through the air and crashed into the crowd, eliciting gasps of surprise.

But this was not an attack aimed at them at all; it was just Zhang Chang'an preparing to turn his gun around.

The iron spear in his hand swept across the air in the blink of an eye, heading straight for Honda's gate.

"Clang!" Honda raised his gun to block, and the two guns clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Before the sparks even landed, Zhang Chang'an's spear tip had already retracted, and the next second it thrust out from another angle.

Zhang Chang'an, riding a sturdy yellow horse, suddenly exerted force, the tip of his spear sweeping upwards and instantly grazing Honda's face: "Clang!"

Honda's antlers were pierced off his head with a single spear thrust, and blood instantly gushed from his forehead.

The enormous helmet tumbled through the air a few times before landing on the ground.

Honda's hand holding the gun began to tremble, and most of the sharpness in his eyes dissipated.

"Whoosh!" As Honda was stunned, he saw Zhang Chang'an's figure, with the setting sun on the battlefield behind him, magnify infinitely in his eyes.

He pressed closer and closer, his spear shooting skyward with a whooshing sound and overwhelming fighting spirit, shattering the sunset in his eyes!

"Click!!"

The spear fell from above, and Honda's spear shaft snapped in two.

Then came the sound of armor shattering, and the sound of bones breaking on the side of his neck.

The warhorses neighed in alarm, and the two horses immediately passed each other.

Zhang Chang'an spurred his horse forward a few dozen steps, then reined in his horse and looked back.

Honda Tadakatsu's body was falling off the horse that was dragging him forward.

The setting sun, like blood, shone upon him. His massive body tumbled off his horse and crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The surrounding environment gradually blurred, and the shouts of battle faded into the distance.

As Zhang Chang'an rode his horse, he watched the setting sun fade away and also noticed the clues in the family genealogy.

[Fragment absorption complete]

"Our fighting spirit has been enhanced. If we can establish an overwhelming advantage in momentum before or during the battle, we can weaken the opponent's fighting strength. As long as the gap is large enough, we can completely suppress an enemy who is far weaker than ourselves simply by looking at them."

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