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Chapter 109 You must be that demonic star Chen Zhan? (There will be a long chapter this afternoon, please vote with your monthly tickets)
Although not entirely true, it's not far off. At the time, Huo Yuanjia was young and ambitious, and he considered himself the best in Tianjin.

If they hadn't realized the gap was so huge, they wouldn't have admitted defeat.

One hundred and eighty-pound broadsword
Chen Zhan asked himself, "I can't do it!"

The execution of a sword technique is not something that can be done simply by raising it, whether the technique is ruthless or agile.

At the very least, one must be able to handle heavy tasks with ease and move as if they were nothing, so that one can easily utilize them as an aid rather than a burden.

It's impossible to do without dozens of times the force!

Even ordinary enthusiasts in later generations have strength of over 100 jin (50 kg), and the swords they play with only weigh a few jin (2.5 kg). If they weigh more than 10 jin (5 kg), they can't play with them for long.

This shows Zhang Sanjia's strength.
Chen Zhan dared not even imagine that he could really have the strength of ten thousand jin after embracing the elixir.
Zhang Sanjia was only in his early twenties when he took the martial arts exam.
Being the best in the world for an era is no joke.

It was already dark. Remembering what Cheng Shen had just said, Chen Zhan quickly asked, "Do you have a map?"

"It's in the cabinet, look for it."

Chen Zhan found an old map of Fengtian and located the locations of several universities.

“Fengtian Girls’ School and Fengtian Political and Legal School are adjacent to each other, and Fengtian Industrial School is not far away. Fengtian Provincial First Normal School is the farthest away.”

"Sister Hua, send a few people. Use fireworks as a signal. When that old man appears, set off fireworks immediately."

The group quickly left the Thieves' Gate. Chen Zhan went to Fengtian Political and Legal School, Ye Ningzhen went to the Girls' School, and Xiaobudian and an old man in his fifties, whom Sister Hua called Old Jia, went to the other two schools respectively.

Fireworks Communications.

All four schools were universities and adult education institutions, so many students boarded on campus.

By this time, there were hardly any people on the streets. The Demon Star's massacre and indiscriminate killing of innocent people had become a major disturbance, and people dared not go out at night.

There were very few laborers pulling rickshaws.

Chen Zhan and Ye Ningzhen were going the same way, so they walked side by side. The night was pitch black, with only a few scattered lights in the consular district in the distance.

He squeezed Ye Ningzhen's hand and said:
"Be careful. If you spot him, don't engage him. Just signal me."

Ye Ningzhen's peach blossom eyes twitched slightly. Sensing the concern of those around her, she smiled and said:
"Well, don't worry."

Upon reaching the street corner, the two parted ways, and Chen Zhan, taking advantage of the darkness, darted up the high wall.

The main building of the School of Political Science and Law is a two-story brick and wood structure with gray brick exterior walls and a pitched roof covered with blue tiles.

Facing south, it is several dozen feet long from east to west and seven or eight feet deep.

Five stone steps lead to the main gate at the front, and the entrance hall is one zhang wide.

Chen Zhan quickly climbed the bricks and tiles to the second-floor roof. The view was expansive, and he could see scattered candles in the backyard of the school. It was too cold at this time, and no one was playing outside.

But people kept walking back and forth.

The dry toilet was located in the northeast corner of the school, a distance of several tens of meters from the dormitory.

Chen Zhan's divine sense spun rapidly, sensing the surrounding activity, but he found nothing unusual.

I waited for half an hour.

No fireworks were set off from any of the three directions, and Chen Zhan was a little worried that he might have guessed the wrong place.

It's possible that the old man will continue to cause trouble at the train station, since there are people at the train station every day, a mix of Japanese and Chinese. However, the Fengtian Police Station has deployed a lot of police officers at the station.

Lost in thought, Chen Zhan suddenly turned his head.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three gunshots!

Ye Ningzhen's direction was Fengtian Girls' School. Chen Zhan quickly jumped off the roof and rushed over. He was almost at the girls' school when he heard screams and saw fireworks exploding.

The scattered women fled in all directions. Chen Zhan moved even faster, and the ground cracked wherever he went.

Ye Ningzhen was already in a very sorry state!

He was being relentlessly pursued by a tall, dark figure whose samurai sword gleamed coldly in the night.

She fired as she ran, each shot slowing down her opponent, but only for a fleeting moment.

The two were too close; even the slightest movement of Ye Ningzhen raising her gun could not be concealed by a top expert.

Fortunately, Chen Zhan arrived, and he came to greet Ye Ningzhen.

"Come here!"

Chen Zhan's voice traveled with the cold wind to Ye Ningzhen's ears, yet it possessed a warmth that no temperature could match.

"Boom! Boom!"

After firing two more shots, Ye Ningzhen spun around and ducked behind Chen Zhan.

The black-clad man strode forward, slashing at anyone he saw with his long sword. Chen Zhan, standing in front of him, paid no heed, cutting down whoever came near. With a sweep of his sword, the blade flashed like splashed ink.

The blade is almost upon me!
Chen Zhan had barely begun to move when the knife sliced ​​past his face less than half an inch away, a display of control that left everyone speechless.

He certainly didn't just dodge and not attack!
As the blade sliced ​​through, at the moment when all the force was exhausted, Chen Zhan's hands, which were buried beneath him, shot out simultaneously, and his bones and muscles exploded violently!
Crackling~
The man in black realized that Chen Zhan was a hidden master, and tried to leave, but it was too late.

Chen Zhan's fists, like two dragons emerging from the sea, shook the four directions!

The two were about the length of a long sword apart, so the punch couldn't reach the other.

All the blows struck the back of the blade, and the samurai sword, unable to withstand the weight, shattered into tiny blades with a 'crack crack crack' sound.

The opponent didn't care that his long sword was shattered, and retreated. Chen Zhan didn't care either, but he turned around and flicked his sleeve!
Although he wasn't wearing a long robe and couldn't unleash the full power of the Kasaya Subduing Demon Technique, he twisted his waist and hips, and with a flick of his sleeve using the Flying Locust Stone technique, all the blades that had just shattered into a dozen pieces were blown away and sent straight towards the man in black.

"Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~"

More than a dozen blades pierced through the man in black, tearing open the black cloth covering his face, leaving his skin ripped open and blood flowing freely.

The man in black ripped off his mask, revealing a ferocious face. His old face was covered with deep, knife-like wrinkles, especially around his eyes and mouth. His eyes were sharp and piercing, filled with indifference and an inescapable ferocity.

Now there were two more bloodstains on his face, but miraculously, the bloodstains only bled a little bit and then stopped flowing.

Thirty-five years ago, Wu Tanhua was almost sixty years old, yet he was still so vigorous and his vitality showed no signs of decline.

The kung fu has penetrated to the bone marrow and internal organs.

Grandmaster of Internal Energy!

Suktun spoke, his voice dry and gloomy, "Heh heh, still a young man? It's been many years since anyone has hurt this old man."

As he spoke, he threw away the samurai sword, which was now only in its hilt, and his two fair and smooth palms slid out from his sleeves.

Chen Zhan looked the man up and down. He was broad-shouldered and burly, with a face as black as charcoal, and was frighteningly tall with prominent temples.

No braid!
According to Sister Hua, this person was an old master supported by the Qing government, but surprisingly he didn't wear a gold braid.
Chen Zhan glanced around and saw bloodstains in the distance.

Behind her, Ye Ningzhen quickly gave a few instructions. The other party had acted too fast and spotted her instantly, so they could only shoot to stop them while setting off fireworks.

Even so, three female students lost their lives during the pursuit of her!
"You must be Chen Zhan, the Demon Star? At first, I thought you were a chivalrous person, punishing evil and upholding justice, but I didn't expect you to kill innocent people indiscriminately!" Chen Zhan said calmly, looking at the old man in front of him.

The old man and Ye Ningzhen were both stunned for a moment.

The other party didn't expect that Chen Zhan really thought he was Chen Zhan, while Ye Ningzhen didn't expect that Chen Zhan didn't care about his reputation at all.

(End of this chapter)