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Chapter 154 A Breath as Powerful as a Sword! (Three chapters a day, 10,000 words total, please vote!)

Chen Zhan raised his hand, revealing a nearly transparent needle that could only be seen clearly in the sunlight.

"Who broke the rules?"

Chen Zhan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire venue.

The Japanese couldn't understand Chinese, so they whispered among themselves, and some even hurled insults. But the people of Fengtian understood what Chen Zhan was doing.

It turns out that the Japanese, seeing they couldn't win, resorted to underhanded tactics, launching a sneak attack with hidden weapons.

"Damn it, those damn Japanese, if you can't compete, then don't compete."

"You bastard, what kind of skill is it to use a hidden weapon to sneak up on someone?"

"If you've got the guts, come at me fair and square, you little Japanese devils!"

The people of Northeast China are simple and honest, and their people are also rugged and unrestrained. With so many people and the Northeast Army behind them, they are not afraid of the other side causing trouble, and they do not hold back when they curse.

A hint of anger flashed across Mitsui Hayato's usually smiling face.

It wasn't that he was angry at Chiba Eijiro for taking action without permission, but rather that Chiba Eijiro's sneak attack had failed, and he hadn't noticed it, which was then discovered and stopped by Chen Zhan.

In this back and forth, he lost both face and substance!
"However, it's alright. I'm always a magnanimous person. How about we call this a draw? If Lord Hayato feels it's not appropriate, we can add another match, and I, Chen, will accept it as well."

Chen Zhan didn't dwell on the sneak attack; it was pointless, he could just kill him in a bit.

"Alright, since Mr. Chen has spoken, then so be it."

Chiba Eijiro helped Sato Nobunaga away, and Chen Zhan led Huo Diange away. The arena paused simultaneously.

"Cheng Yong, take Mr. Huo to the clinic to stop the bleeding."

The abdomen has been bandaged, but the wound is too large and blood is still seeping out.

Cheng Yong, who was standing not far behind, was pleasantly surprised when he heard this and immediately ran up, "Okay, I'll go right away."

He left with Huo Diange, and Xiong Hanshan said, "The Japanese have too many underhanded tricks, Master, be careful."

Chen Zhan nodded, not paying much attention.

At his level, it's difficult to counter him with ordinary underhanded tactics. Any move that releases killing intent will be detected the moment it's made. Only bombardment from airplanes and artillery will be effective.

The third floor of the teahouse

The young man and the old man sat side by side, drinking tea and watching the arena.

Huo Diange and Sato Nobunaga were fighting, and the two watched intently, their battle so intense that they didn't have time to talk.

Having just separated after suffering heavy losses, the young general asked, "Uncle Wu, how was it? Who won?"

The old man knew Huo Diange, Li Shuwen's top disciple, but had never seen him make a move.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Chen Zhan suddenly appear on the stage.

The old man suddenly stood up, his gaze fixed on Chen Zhan on the stage, motionless.

He muttered to himself, "How could it be so fast! How is that possible? I didn't even see it clearly!"

The young man looked over and saw Chen Zhan demonstrating a poison needle.

"Who is that kid?" the old man asked Yu Zhihao and the others behind him.

"Um, he's from Xinyi Liuhe Hall, a disciple of Tian Jingjie, and a grand-disciple of Liu Lanqi." Yu Zhihao told him everything he knew.

"Liu Lanqi's grand-disciple? How is that possible? Could he have taught such a hidden dragon? No, it's no longer a hidden dragon, it's a real dragon, a five-clawed golden dragon, a divine dragon from the nine heavens."

"Nonsense! How could he possibly have that ability? How old is this kid?"

Yu Zhihao's forehead was sweating. The pressure was mounting from the close questioning: "I don't know, he looks to be around thirty years old."

"Thirty-something? Are you kidding me, old man?" The old man spoke a little hastily, and his aura involuntarily pressed down on Yu Zhihao. Yu Zhihao felt the pressure coming at him, his breathing became labored, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

He knew the old man in front of him was strong, but he didn't know he was so terrifying, his skills were as deep as the sea!

"It seems...it seems...their actual age couldn't be found."

He composed himself, stared at the stage, and said, "Find out where he lives."

Yu Zhihao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "He lives in the north of the city, in the third alley on North Street, in the innermost courtyard."

On the Japanese side, Mitsui Hayato's gaze was cold, while Chiba Eijiro could only repeatedly apologize from the side.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mitsui!"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have acted rashly."

He was about ten years older than Mitsui Hayato, but at this moment he looked like a student who had made a mistake.

The Japanese martial arts world highly respects the strong, and those who have achieved mastery are considered teachers. Therefore, after fighting Mitsui Hayato once, he completely submitted to him.

"Go and try to hurt him. If you can't, don't come back." Mitsui Hayato said calmly, essentially sending him to his death, but Chiba Eijiro was overjoyed.

"Hey!"

Chiba Eijiro excitedly stepped onto the ring.

Chen Zhan focused most of his senses on the outside, unaware of Ye Ningzhen and Sister Hua's plans, and the gaze from the teahouse also made him somewhat wary.

After leaving Chiba Eijiro waiting for a while, Chen Zhan finally got up and went on stage.

"Mr. Chen, I am Chiba Eijiro. I am honored to learn from you and hope you will not hesitate to teach me."

His Chinese was mediocre and his word choice was inaccurate, but he was very excited, as if Chen Zhanzhen was an elder in his school and they were exchanging ideas.

"Heh, easy. Shall I take you to see Sakamoto Ryoma?"

Sakamoto Ryoma was the top master of the Hokushin Ittō-ryū school during the Meiji Restoration era, and he shared the same lineage as Chiba Eijiro.

Chiba Eijiro clearly understood, but that didn't diminish his fervent passion for martial arts. "Heh, then thank you very much!"

After he finished speaking, he solemnly assumed a kendo stance, crossing his hands as if holding a sword. Although Hokushin Itto-ryu is a style of kendo, at a high level, there isn't much difference between practicing it bare-handed and kendo.

Chen Zhan was filled with thoughts. After killing Chiba Eijiro, only the half-finished Mitsui Hayato remained.

Seeing Chen Zhan's seemingly absent-minded state, Chiba Eijiro sensed an opportunity and quickly struck, swinging his sword horizontally. The philosophy of the Hokushin Itto-ryu school is that mind and sword are one, and a single strike is fatal.

Seizing on Chen Zhan's momentary lapse in concentration, the attacker struck with lightning speed. However, Chen Zhan seemed to have sensed it beforehand, subtly shifting his body and seemingly dodging the palm strike unintentionally.

In the Hokushin Itto-ryu style, the mind and the sword are one, with the mind preceding the sword. This means that one should make a mental prediction first and then strike with the sword. Before the opponent makes a move, one should observe their posture and breathing rhythm to determine the direction of evasion.

Preemptively cut off the opponent's dodge angle with a move to deliver an effective strike.

However, this method completely failed when applied to Chen Zhan!
Not to mention judging the direction of the dodge, Chen Zhan was even absent-minded, dodging as if he were playing around, but it was just right, and he dodged perfectly every time.

It was impossible to predict or judge. Chiba Eijiro, a renowned expert, quickly calmed himself and searched for a way to break the deadlock.

Chen Zhan didn't take him seriously. He didn't feel contempt or anger, but rather saw it as an opportunity. He was one of the most radical people in the Imperial Way faction and never thought that any means were shameful or contemptible.

Chen Zhan caught him red-handed, and he regretted that his attack wasn't discreet enough and that he hadn't struck a fatal blow.

He thought of a solution, suddenly took a step forward, paused, and with a whooshing sound of his palms, aimed straight at Chen Zhan's sides.

Falling Wind Slash!
Dual-sword techniques, or "one-sword style," refer to a single strike that decides the outcome, rather than using only one sword.

Attacked from both sides, Chen Zhan finally took it seriously and stopped dodging. He lowered his hands to block, and the two were very close. Chiba Eijiro's eyes shone brightly.

Closer! At that distance!

Let's see how you hide!

His abdomen swelled slightly as a tiny poison needle entered his mouth. He was confident that no one would notice anything amiss, and all his movements were extremely concealed. After exchanging two more blows, he exchanged a palm strike with Chiba Eijiro, who pretended to be no match for him and staggered back several steps.

It wasn't feigned; his palm strike was indeed no match for Chen Zhan's. Retreating was no problem. He was just waiting for Chen Zhan to catch up, and the moment he made his move, he blew out a poison needle, killing him instantly.

Moreover, Chen Zhan did exactly as he wished, following his lead perfectly, taking three steps in quick succession and unleashing a series of powerful strikes.

The Great Stele-Smashing Hand, the Green Ox Turning the Millstone!
It was far more complex than the triple force used by Ye Ningzhen. In Chen Zhan's hands, the triple force was all spiraling and twisting.

There are three levels in total, one for forward and one for reverse!
Sensing the terrifying strength in Chen Zhan's hand, Chiba Eijiro remained completely unfazed.

A poisoned needle can kill instantly upon drawing blood!

He gained by trading his life for another's; to be able to perish together with a master like Chen Zhan was incredibly fortunate!
He took a step back, and Chen Zhan followed suit by taking a step forward.

Chen Zhan was even faster, his hand already on Chiba Eijiro's chest, but Chiba Eijiro smiled, so close!

Less than two feet!

At this distance, even a god or a master cannot dodge!

"Pfft~!"

The poisoned needle was blown out with a burst of air, and it was extremely fast, heading straight for Chen Zhan's face.

As for the location, it doesn't matter anymore. The Iga Ninja Sect has been studying this poison for decades. It doesn't cause any harm without drawing blood, but it will immediately take effect upon drawing blood. The poisoned person will ulcerate and ooze pus, suffering a torturous death.

Moreover, Chiba Eijiro felt that Chen Zhan's final palm strike seemed powerless to kill him!
"Hahahaha~"

"Um!???"

He burst into laughter, but stopped halfway through, stunned.
Chen Zhan neither dodged nor evaded!
Instead, he took the initiative to meet him, his golden core rapidly circulating, exhaling and making a sound.
"Go!"

A long, white wisp of steam shot straight out of his mouth, like a sudden arrow of air!
A breath of hot air, surging like an arrow or a spear in the winter, suddenly collided with the fine needles coming from the front.

The powerful energy Chen Zhan exuded was far greater than that of Chiba Eijiro's blowgun.

This "arrow," upon encountering the cold air, gradually transformed into a thin, long white line, but its force remained undiminished.
The needle, wrapped in fine material, shot into Chiba Eijiro's cheek and pierced it completely!
In fact, Chiba Eijiro's needle strike created an excellent opportunity, and the distance was close enough that Chen Zhan was caught off guard and had little chance to react.

But Chiba Eijiro's biggest problem was that he was too confident. He must have used some kind of technique to regurgitate the poison needle hidden in his abdomen and then use a blowgun to activate it.

He thought his plan was flawless, but it was seen through as soon as he started using it.

The two were several meters apart, and Chen Zhan could detect even the slightest movement, like the flutter of a mosquito's wings, let alone the slight tremor in his abdomen.

Chen Zhan slammed the monument down, then withdrew seven-tenths of his strength.

"Oh!"

Chiba Eijiro was knocked back a distance of ten feet, breaking several ribs, but this was not the main injury.

Chen Zhan took two steps forward to observe Chiba Eijiro's condition and found that he was trying to get up. With two cracking sounds, he broke both of Chiba's legs.

"Ah~"

Chiba Eijiro let out a scream.

A tiny hole appeared in the Eiffel Tower's cheek, through which a poisoned needle pierced, and the skin quickly began to ulcerate from the cheek.

This pain was worse than a broken leg or rib; his body twisted on the ground, and he screamed in agony.

"Ah~ah~"

"Kill me! Kill me! Mr. Chen, Your Excellency, kill me now!"

Chen Zhan ignored him, deliberately not letting him finish the job, wanting to let him yell and shout!
The shouts caused panic among the Japanese public below.

The screams made the Japanese soldiers tremble with fear!

The sounds and screams were so terrifying that even the usually friendly people of Fengtian were somewhat frightened.

Those who were close enough to see clearly felt no fear, only anger. If Huo Diange had been successfully ambushed by him, he would have suffered the same fate.

Noise, commotion.

Chen Zhan suddenly took half a step back and turned to the side.

"Crack~!"

A gunshot rang out, and a bullet grazed a foot away from him before striking Chiba Eijiro on the ground between the eyebrows.

If he hadn't stepped back, the gun wouldn't have been aimed at him; it would have just grazed his arm, leaving a minor scratch.

This shows that the marksman has an extremely high level of skill; he's a sharpshooter.

As for Chen Zhan, he naturally sensed that the shot could not possibly have grazed him.

Turning my head to look in the direction of the gunshot, I saw a man cleaning his gun a few hundred meters away in the attic. His clothes looked familiar.

They were very similar to the eight people who chased Ye Ningzhen last time, but their clothes were a darker shade of green.

The man was accompanied by Tanaka Taro and Toyama Mitsuru.

The two men also stared at Chen Zhan, showing no remorse whatsoever for breaking the rules.

Chen Zhan met his gaze, then suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of perfectly aligned, white, and translucent teeth that shimmered in the winter sunlight.

Tanaka Taro felt a sudden chill on his neck, followed by a hint of anger.

"Baka!"

P.S.: (Let's try 10,000 yuan a day for a few days and see how long I can keep it up!)

(End of this chapter)