Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Chapter 159 Photo Title: The Invaders' Fate!
With a sudden stomp, the ground trembled violently, and cracks extended for dozens of meters.

With that single stomp, the force was immense, and Chen Zhan's right foot shattered the blue bricks, sinking two feet deep into the ground.

brake!

Using human power to forcibly pull a wildly running off-road vehicle.

Tanaka Taro thought Chen Zhan had gone mad.

"Chinese man, do you think you're the Yamata no Orochi? Trying to fight against hundreds of horses with your own strength?"

"Speed ​​up, speed up! Shake him off!"

Tanaka Taro roared. But the old man beside him, Touyama Mitsuru, looked tense. He had witnessed the true power of a master who had reached the Dan realm; the strength of ten thousand jin was not just a legend!
His senses were sharp; the car's speed began to slow down the instant Chen Zhan exerted force.

Draw the sword! Slash down in an instant!
Facing Chen Zhan's hand, but how could Chen Zhan be unprepared? He raised his left hand and forcefully grabbed the jagged short sword in mid-air. Tou Shan thought Chen Zhan was being arrogant, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt, and he added a bit more force.

But as the knife approached, Chen Zhan's left hand slid along the side of the knife, the sharp blade brushing against the back of his hand, severing a few hairs.

"Boom~"

In the instant the hand and knife moved to the side, the five fingers flicked, and the force at the fingertips suddenly burst forth.

Although Chen Zhan's fingers couldn't exert full force, it wasn't as easy as it looked. After achieving Dan Jin, it was several times easier to exert force in every part of his body than before.

It looked like a casual flick, but the jagged blade couldn't withstand the force and immediately shattered into several pieces.

Chen Zhan's golden throne was already completed.

"rise!"

With a deep voice, he exerted his strength, like a tyrant lifting a tripod.

With his feet completely sinking into the ground and his center of gravity as stable as Mount Tai, his strength flowed through his entire body. The car in front of him, whose speed had already dropped sharply but was still revving its engine wildly, was suddenly pulled, lifted, and flung away by him.

It soared into the air, then flew off the spot with a "bang" and crashed into a Mitsui & Co. building on the side of the road.

Everyone had already evacuated, the car had hit the ground, and the people were dazed and confused.

Chen Zhan struck Tanaka Taro's adjutant dead with a single whip, faster than the car landed. Blood and semen splattered all over Tanaka Taro's face, leaving him in a daze and disoriented state.

Touyama Man, that old bastard, is quite skilled in martial arts. His short sword was broken, but he still has two long swords on him.

He immediately attacked Chen Zhan with his long sword.

"Bang~"

Chen Zhan kicked out, sending Tanaka Taro flying into the street like a dead dog.

It tumbled and rolled in the street until it crashed into a street lamp.

Tanaka Taro 'Kuku' coughed up blood repeatedly, curled up on the ground, looking utterly pathetic.

Because the twin swords were at his waist, the kick was hasty but without restraint. Even though Tanaka Taro was strong and had no martial arts skills, he was still kicked half to death.

The two swords thrust forward, one of which had a strange pattern on its blade, displaying many crescent-shaped blade patterns, with a demon head pattern on the tip.

The other knife was similar, longer and more curved, with an extremely narrow blade, a small strip of white cloth on the handle, and strange flame-like patterns on the blade.

The two knives were drawn and thrust horizontally in opposite directions, hissing as they rubbed together. Sunlight streamed through the latticed glass, illuminating the two knives and making the eerie patterns seem to flow, as if they were demonic blades!

The air had gotten a few degrees colder.

Chen Zhan had heard of legendary "demon swords" in Japan, such as Muramasa, Onikiri Ichidai, Onikiri II, Onikiri III, and Onimaru Kunitsuna.

There are various strange aspects to it.

The Muramasa sword is known for its ability to kill countless people and even devour its master. Legend has it that if a samurai wields the Muramasa, he will become possessed by a demon and turn into a ruthless monster.

The Ghost Blade is inhabited by an evil sword spirit that can corrupt a person's mind. Only those stronger than the sword spirit can wield this sword; otherwise, they will be devoured and die a violent death.

Even if Chen Zhan didn't believe it, even if there really was an evil sword spirit, we still have to ask if it could withstand the iron fist of socialism weighing tens of thousands of pounds.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

With a downward press of the arm, the Taizu Long Fist strikes, conquering the world and sweeping away demons. Whether you are a demon or a ghost, whoever comes will be attacked.

"Om~!"

He punched the point where the two knives intersected.

It seemed as if the blade trembled violently, and demons wailed, yet the blade did not shatter?

The old man on the mountain retreated abruptly.

Chen Zhan was now convinced; if it wasn't a demonic sword, it was a treasure! He casually threw a punch with the force of several thousand pounds, and it actually withstood it, only bending slightly.

This material must be extraordinary.

He was surprised, and Tou Shanman's old face was filled with extreme fear.

The two demon swords were unharmed in that exchange, but his hand holding the sword was almost broken.

The shockwave is still throbbing in my wrist.

He wanted to run away.

Although he was a staunch supporter of the Imperial Way and had an excellent relationship with Tanaka Taro, at this moment, it was truly a matter of life and death.

Taking Tanaka Taro with him is clearly impossible.

Touyama Manhu lived for nearly eighty years and had seen too many things and too many people die. He did not want to die.

The longer people live, the more afraid they become of death.

He came here for his own experiments, using Chinese people as experimental subjects, hoping to maintain a youthful state, not to seek death.
"Shuashua~"

With a flash of light, Touyama Man severed the precarious joint of the roof with two slashes. The Mitsui & Co. building was not made of wood, but of solid cement slabs. A large stone from the ceiling crashed down, and he quickly darted away.

But he had only taken a few steps when the voice reached him from behind, sending chills down his spine.

"Old man, you think you can just leave?"

Chen Zhan's demonic voice appeared behind him, and then his palms slammed down from above, as if Mount Buzhou had collapsed and smashed into him. He tried to block with his sword, but Chen Zhan's Great Stone-Smashing Hand was both powerful and skillful. With a turn of the millstone, he lost his grip on the sword and the two demonic swords flew out.

The man was pressed down by Chen Zhan's palm, and the flesh and blood covered by his black clothes exploded with a "poof".

He was treated like a lump of flesh and struck with a single blow.
It exploded!
Chen Zhan also sensed that he had a secret. At his age, and without having reached the Golden Core stage, it was impossible for him to still possess such combat power. He guessed it was some kind of unorthodox martial art.

But it doesn't matter. Taizu Changquan is the fist of the kingly way. It doesn't matter what kind of evil or strange martial arts you have, or what kind of demons and monsters you are.

I'll smash you to pieces, see if you survive!
The two demonic swords, sharp and inexhaustible, flew away and were stuck in the street.

People were still fleeing in the streets, but most of them had already fled; there weren't many people left.

Chen Zhan came out of the house and stepped out. He didn't feel cold in the wind, but the sunlight was a bit dazzling. It was noon, just fifteen minutes after the explosion.

I don't know what's going on at headquarters, but Tanaka Taro is half-dead now, and his deputy is dead in the car.

Without a leader, the ghosts' reaction is unlikely to be quick.

Ye Ningzhen and the others should have left the city according to plan. Chen Zhan stepped forward. Tanaka Taro was still alive; killing him was a must. He was thinking about how to kill him in the most valuable way. Bai Wu went to bomb the headquarters; he didn't know how he was doing. He wanted to go and check on him, but using him as a bargaining chip was definitely not an option.

He picked up Tanaka Taro and took a few quick steps. The pursuers behind him had already passed through and were firing from a distance, but Chen Zhan was faster and stepped into the alley in a few steps.

He quickly crossed several streets and saw two people sneaking out from the direction he had come from.

Upon seeing the two people, Chen Zhan immediately had an idea.

He slung one demonic sword over his shoulder, then casually tossed the other, sending it slicing through the air for dozens of meters with a "thud!"

The blade was embedded in the wall, almost completely embedded. The two blond, blue-eyed youths nearly bumped into the blade and stopped in their tracks in fright.

Chen Zhan knew them.

When I arrived this morning, there were five people, three men and two women. Now there are only two left. I don't know if they got separated or were killed in the explosion.

But it's not important.

Chen Zhan dragged Tanaka Taro like a dead dog to the two of them.

The two men didn't know Chen Zhan or Tanaka Taro, but they were so scared they were about to wet themselves.

I just witnessed Chen Zhan use his bare hands to overturn an off-road military vehicle while it was in motion.
They had no idea that a terrifying being like Chen Zhan existed in this world.

He stood there stunned for a full minute. Chen Zhan happened to come out and see him.

The two got separated from their companions, but they had taken many photos in their camera. This trip to Fengtian was a real success. Once the photos were released, the news media would definitely be in an uproar.

But to their utter surprise, Chen Zhan would come looking for them.

"This...deity, master, hero, we are just passing by, we have not seen anything."

The two men spoke good Chinese; it's impossible for someone doing this kind of work in China not to speak Chinese. Yet they didn't know Chen Zhan's name. The gods described in the book are at most this terrifying, right?

But the book says that Chinese immortals are all ethereal and otherworldly, while Chen Zhan is dressed in black and masked, only his eyes are visible, and he is as strong as a black wall.

It looks more like a demon.
"Hmm? I didn't see it? That won't do," Chen Zhan said calmly.

"Ah~ Don't kill us! We didn't do anything. Killing me won't do you any good. I have money, you can have it all."

The two men took out silver dollars from their pockets, but Chen Zhan smiled and didn't take them.

Instead, he pulled out two gold bars, which he had taken from the Mitsui Trading Company. Since they had already broken in, it would be a waste not to rob them.

"Don't worry, you two won't die, and you'll even get paid."

"Just do one thing for me."

"Oh? Help you with something? Sure. Tell me, what can we help you with?"

The two were terrified; the gold bars they had stuffed into their hands fell to the ground, and neither dared to pick them up.

"It's alright, just take a few photos for me and publish them, okay?"

"Just taking a few photos?" someone asked in a low voice.

"That's right, but you have to publish it. You two took my money, and if you don't publish it, it's not just about the money, it's about taking my life!"

As Chen Zhan spoke, the patterns on the demon blade swirled and flickered, emanating an unusual aura, causing both of them to shiver simultaneously.

"You...you said, what should we film?"

"You two stand here."

"well."

The two remained silent, frozen in place as if told not to move.

Chen Zhan turned around, intending to use the demon sword in his hand, but after thinking about it, he realized that the sword was made of good material and was easy to use, so it would be a pity to throw it away.

To the astonishment of the two men, Chen Zhan reached out and poked the wall, which crumbled like tofu.

Chen Zhan's hand reached deep into the wall, and with a stir, the entire wall shook a few times before collapsing with a "boom."

The demon in front of them pulled a steel rod out of the wall. It was originally meant to support the wall structure, but after it was pulled out, the wall was subjected to too much force and collapsed directly.

The two didn't know what Chen Zhan was going to do, but they didn't dare to say anything and could only watch.

Chen Zhan dragged the dead dog a few steps to the side, aiming at the streetlights across the road. The heavy cast iron pillars, seven or eight meters tall, had a more distinctive appearance. The pillars were not decorated much, only painted with simple gray paint and treated to prevent rust.

The upper part contains two carbon rods. When electricity is applied, an electric arc is generated between the carbon rods to produce light. There are heat dissipation holes on the side of the outer shell and a rainproof cover on the top.

The streetlights in the Fengtian consular district are now among the top two in the country.

Fengtian had a very strong industrial capacity at that time.

Only Shanghai can compare.

"Please, please don't kill me." Tanaka Taro was barely breathing, vomiting blood everywhere. His military uniform was so stained that only the color of blood remained.

Chen Zhan ignored him, raised his hand, and tossed the half-dead body away.

At the same time, he swung the iron rod in his hand.

"Bah!"

"Om~Om~Om~"

The cast iron lamp was pierced by an iron rod and kept buzzing.

"Chichi~"

Tanaka Taro let out a final, faint sound as his neck was pierced and the needle was lodged halfway up a streetlamp.

He was looking down, but you could still see his face if you looked up from below.

Chen Zhan strode forward to the streetlight, where he used his demon sword as a pen to quickly carve several large characters on the wall.

Then he returned to the two of them.

"Take a picture, make it clear, the words, the faces, the people."

Although the two men did not recognize Tanaka Taro, and his clothes were mostly torn apart by the repeated explosions, they could at least tell that he was a Japanese officer.

But Chen Zhan dared not disobey him, so he could only tremble as he slapped the paper.

Seeing Chen Zhan's expression, I took a few more pictures.

"Ideally, the photos should be published within a month, otherwise..."

Chen Zhan didn't say anything; his voice drifted in the air, and he disappeared.

The two quickly grabbed their cameras and ran, heading out of the city and towards more crowded areas.

Finally, after running far away, I inexplicably turned back for one last look.

Five large characters on the wall: "The Fate of the Invaders!"

P.S.: (The next chapter will be posted tomorrow morning.)
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