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Chapter 52 A Utterly Frenzied Chase! (Please read on, please vote!)
At that moment, Chen Zhan didn't have time to treat his arm injuries. His ears twitched, and "tap tap tap!" A dense barrage of trigger pulls entered his ears.

This terrifying feeling made his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end.

Immediately roll on the spot, like a rolling dragon or a snake crawling on grass!

His rolling motion was quite different from ordinary rolling motions; it resembled a dragon or a snake, and he could roll a full three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in one go.

Then a series of gunshots rang out, and a dense hail of bullets poured down from a distance onto the spot where Chen Zhan had just been standing, instantly turning Nahaug's body into a sieve.

Chen Zhan stood up and sprinted into the dilapidated houses where Nahaug had previously hidden.

Although most of the walls and houses were collapsed, at least it wasn't a flat open space; there were earthen walls to block the view.

"Clap clap clap clap~!!"

Bullets followed Chen Zhan's figure, like locusts sweeping across the land, crushing a section of the earthen wall that Chen Zhan had just rushed over.

The walls were all made of adobe bricks. They were made by mixing clay, loess, wheat straw, and rice straw with water to form mud, which was then dried and used to build the walls like bricks.

Even if it's old and dilapidated, and not sturdy, a pistol bullet can still penetrate it.

However, it was still somewhat of an obstacle. When it hit Chen Zhan through the earthen wall, the power was too weak, penetrating less than half a finger's width into his flesh, only causing him to bleed a little.

But at least seven or eight bullets were lodged in his back.

I don't have time to get it right now!

Because just a hundred meters away, dozens of armed men were firing their guns, and there were no residents nearby, so they were unleashing their firepower without restraint.

Fortunately, Chen Zhan moved so quickly that he was shot several times in the blink of an eye, so it didn't matter.

Bullets rained down on the earthen wall, naturally stirring up a huge cloud of dust. Taking advantage of the rising dust, he quickly sprinted into another alley and escaped the group of armed police officers.

As soon as he entered the alley, a dozen or so Japanese ronin came towards him. Upon seeing Chen Zhan, they didn't say a word, but drew their swords and started slashing.

The alley is narrow, wide enough for three people to walk side by side.

The ronin were very disciplined. The three of them stood in front with their swords. The "wild sword" was specifically used for close-quarters combat. Unlike traditional swordsmanship, it incorporated unorthodox movements such as kicking, punching, and ramming, and they would adapt their fighting style to the environment.

The men following behind the three men had their hands on their sword hilts, holding their breath and not drawing their swords in a hurry.

Chen Zhan glanced at it and immediately recognized it as "Iaido," also known as "sword-drawing technique," characterized by drawing the sword in the face of an enemy and defeating them with a single strike.

The patrol officers behind him were only a few hundred meters away from the alley. Chen Zhan was surrounded by people on all sides, so he could only choose to break through one of them. But in fact, the number of people in the three directions and four alleys was almost the same, so there was no optimal solution no matter which way he chose.

Moreover, one cannot climb the wall at this time, thus revealing one's figure, because the patrol officers hundreds of meters away are not holding fire sticks, but directly shooting birds indiscriminately.

Moreover, Chen Zhan was seriously injured. His old back wound had not healed and new wounds had been added. The bullets had barely penetrated his flesh and had not damaged his bones. A little bleeding was not a big problem.

However, the bulging veins on his arms were still bleeding slightly. Although the bones were not seriously injured, the major tendons were injured, which greatly affected his mobility.

The arm bleeds profusely as soon as it exerts even the slightest force.

When anyone exerts force, they need to mobilize their Qi and blood. Once the Qi and blood are flowing, the bleeding cannot be stopped.

There's no way around it; injuries to muscles and bones require the most rest, and it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone or tendon.

Chen Zhan's mind raced. These people were probably not sent by Nahauger; given his arrogance, it was unlikely he would do such a thing.

The two fought for the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn. Presumably, someone heard the commotion and immediately mobilized troops to surround and capture him.

It was precisely because his fight with Nahaug was so intense that he couldn't spare any attention.

In an instant, Chen Zhan made his decision, rushed straight into the rightmost alley, took a few steps and picked up a willow branch leaning against the wall.

Tianjin has many willow trees, and the locals often cut down willow branches during the peak season to weave baskets and willow winnowing trays.

A bunch of willow branches, some thick and some thin.

In Chen Zhan's hands, with a flick of the cold wind, the force flowed from his hand to the willow branch, causing it to spin rapidly in the air, twisting into a straight, slender strand. Using the force of the twisting motion, he forcibly bound the delicate willow branches together, then swung it straight.

I obtained a willow wood spear!
Everything happened in a short instant. Chen Zhan suddenly accelerated, and his long willow spear, which already had the advantage of being a long weapon, was thrust out with ferocity like a dragon.

"Bang! Bang!"

The spear struck the foremost ronin, sending him flying with the sound. The force was like a thunderclap, piercing through armor and shattering bones. The ronin's sternum was shattered by the spear, and he was sent flying backward.

The gunshots never cease, the gun shakes and softens, bouncing left and right, then the gun explodes!
Before the ronin on both sides could react, they were struck on the head by the big spear and slammed into the walls on the left and right.

With a flick and a shake, he took down two. Having a big gun in hand saved him a lot of effort, but even so, blood still flowed from his arm.

The Eight Extremes Spear technique is also called the Six Harmonies Spear.

Like Xingyi spear kung fu, Xingyiquan is also a form of Xinyi Liuhequan (a style of Chinese martial arts).

The Six Harmonies are divided into the Inner Three Harmonies and the Outer Three Harmonies.

The Inner Three Harmonies refer to the harmony of mind and intention, intention and qi, and qi and strength, emphasizing internal unity, where mind, intention, qi, and strength are integrated into one.

The "outer three harmonies" refer to the harmony of hands and feet, elbows and knees, and shoulders and hips, emphasizing the coordination and unity of all parts of the body.

The highest level is the Six Harmonies; to reach the realm of the Six Harmonies is to have reached the highest level of martial arts cultivation.

Chen Zhan's attack at this moment was at the Six Harmonies Realm, with all kinds of power and physical exertion pushed to the extreme.

The willow spear struck again, hitting the back of the samurai sword. Although the samurai sword was sturdy, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. The long sword flew away, and the spear tip struck, the force penetrating the spear tip. It was an explosion of "sinking force" and "shaking force".

Suddenly, the samurai sword shattered into several pieces, and the force of the spear tip exploded, sending blades flying everywhere.

In an instant, cold light flashed, and blades slashed and wounded several ronin. One unlucky one had his throat slit.

Chen Zhan's movements were large, his gunshots were fierce, and his strides were even larger.

After firing three or four shots, he probed into the crowd, and with a flick of his wrist, the twisted willow branch loosened, turning into a dozen or so thin willow strands.

He ducked to avoid the blade's gleam, then swung his willow branch sideways, transforming it into a whip that lashed out in a dozen or so lashes. The ronin's blade tried to cut it, but could only shatter a few of them. The "crack, crack, crack" sounds continued, and Chen Zhan's force was no different from the blade's strikes.

Taking advantage of the gap, he quickly walked a few steps, passed through the crowd, and left the few remaining ronin behind.

There was no time to wipe them all out; the patrol officers and other vagrants from the alleys were already closing in.

Chen Zhan was extremely fast, making it impossible for him to fire a shot or lock onto the target in the alley.

Even so, the Japanese and the patrolmen had gone mad, firing their weapons as soon as they saw Chen Zhan, regardless of whether they hit him or not.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Gunshots rang out continuously, and a tense atmosphere pervaded the alleys of northern Tianjin. The residents kept their doors and windows tightly shut and hid in all directions, with those who had cellars crawling into them.

Most of the patrol officers were foreigners; few Chinese could become patrol officers in the concessions, and they all came from influential families.

These Chinese people know a lot about Chen Zhan's affairs, and they don't care about money. Most of them just go through the motions without putting in the effort, unwilling to put in the hard work to catch him.

This relentless and frenzied pursuit was too much for Chen Zhan to handle. He had almost nowhere to hide. Although he could find a house to hide in, the intensity of the search would eventually lead to his discovery and implicate the homeowner.

Most importantly, his injuries were too severe to delay any longer.

into the night.

After traveling through several areas, Chen Zhan finally shook off countless pursuers and arrived near the Little White Building.

What greets the eye is a brightly lit, extravagantly luxurious "Golden Pavilion," a veritable den of iniquity!

PS: (Brothers, please read on Monday! It's the day of the Three Rivers competition, and whether this book makes it onto the Three Rivers depends on how well it gets read on Monday! I'll release at least ten chapters!)
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