I became the King of Ryukyu

Zheng Yi let him switch between swear words and curses, and reached out to grope him in his arms.

If you can get several hundred US dollars from Shouzhen, this big monk must be even richer.

In the end, Zheng Yi didn't get any money, but he did get a communicator, which was completely different from Shouzhen's "Nokia".

Before he could even check, Zheng Yi firmly pressed his foot against the monk Xuanhai's chest.

He continued to writhe wildly, the skin and flesh of his back and limbs pressed tightly against the bluestone slab, gradually being worn through to reveal the stark white bones, before finally dying in agony.

After those damned Japanese soldiers and monks who accompanied the army, this beast got off easy.

Zheng Yichao, his face covered in mud and blood, half-washed by the rain, revealing his worn cheekbones and alveolar teeth, spat out a mouthful of saliva.

At the same time, a prompt appears:

You have defeated a powerful eunuch who held immense influence in the court, and gained a large amount of experience.

Emperor Chongzhen greatly admired your actions in annihilating the eunuch faction and promoted you to the rank of Tu Qianhu (local commander).

The Grand Eunuch?

Nine thousand years old?

As expected, the mastermind behind it all was still that same person. Zheng Yi sighed.

At this moment, an old man emerged from the dark shadows of the locust tree, holding a crescent-shaped shovel. His face remained as kind and compassionate as ever. He sighed deeply, "Fukuzumi Takeshi's grandson is indeed extraordinary!"

Zheng Yi's proficiency with Ling Rong Wan Hua was still insufficient, and after a burst of violent attacks, his face returned to its original state.

To outsiders, it appeared as if Zheng Yi had simply disguised himself as a monk named Shouzhen and infiltrated the group.

"It was you who did this!" Zheng Yi, disregarding the old monk's relationship with his grandfather, pulled the staff from Xuan Hai's corpse and pointed it at him. "Oscar really owes you an Oscar, you old bald monk! Who would have thought that the one performing the ritual for the remains of Ryukyu civilians would be a right-wing lackey!"

"Amitabha, when I perform the rituals to help the deceased, I am of the utmost sincerity!" Master Bailing sighed. "But ultimately, the happiness of the dead is not as great as that of the truly living."

"In the end, it's all for yourself, isn't it?" Zheng Yi spat disdainfully.

"The world misunderstands me, hates me, and despises me, yet I accept it willingly." Master Bai Ling stomped his crescent-shaped shovel on the ground, causing the bluestone tiles to crack. "But I will still do it. Only by cooperating with the hungry wolf can we drive away the evil spirit!"

"You…" Zheng Yi frowned and said coldly, "Are you trying to negotiate with a tiger?!"

"It's so easy to talk to smart people. That's right, only by leveraging that force can we drive the Americans out of Okinawa!"

Tears welled in the old monk's eyes. "I've witnessed those slaves dragging young girls into the toilet with my own eyes, and I could do nothing about it. The law couldn't touch them either. Only absolute evil can punish another kind of evil!"

"Bullshit!" Zheng Yi said coldly, "You're a coward, that's why you can't do anything."

"Hahaha, this old monk is a coward!" Venerable Bai Ling laughed mockingly. "I, Ru Gu Yongtai, am not a coward, but what has he changed? He's still lying in the hospital like a dead man!"

"Yuta...Mr. Yuta was..."

"That's right, he used his family's martial arts to defeat the American soldier who hurt the girl, but then what? The next day, he was shot in the back of the head and became a living dead. That girl... that girl..."

Master Bai Ling was so emotional that she choked up and couldn't continue speaking; it was clear that the girl's fate would not be good.

"So, only by releasing that beast can we drive away those invading evil spirits!" he roared excitedly.

"Even wild beasts are not the true masters of Ryukyu. Do you know who our true masters are?" Zheng Yi said.

"To be the dog of the Ming Dynasty is the greatest happiness—but, but where has the Ming Dynasty gone!"

Master Bai Ling's voice was almost a roar, "One hundred and forty years ago, Lin Shigong went to the capital and knelt and wept to plead for help, kneeling at the Donghua Gate for a long time before finally committing suicide to beg for military assistance. Did they send troops then? Eighty years ago, 120,000 Ryukyuans were executed on charges of espionage. Did that bald man send troops then? So, we have no choice!!!"

"Bai Ling!"

The commotion was deafening. Ishikawa Takamatsu arrived with three juniors and heard Hakurei Shonin spouting nonsense as soon as they reached the door.

Ishikawa Takamatsu angrily rebuked, "I don't care what your motives are, but if you try to negotiate with a tiger, you'll end up being devoured. Those right-wing scum and rice bastards are simply in cahoots!"

"I can't worry about that anymore! Whether it's Fukuju's son or Longsong, if you insist on stopping this old monk, don't blame me for being impolite!"

As he spoke, Master Bai Ling blew his conch shell, and more than twenty warrior monks, wielding various cold weapons, rushed out from all directions and surrounded Ishikawa Takamatsu and his companions.

Ishikawa Takamatsu is just an ordinary old man, but Yuki, Aya, and Tetsuya are quite capable fighters.

Although Yuki still had injuries on her hands, her long legs were no joke.

Southern Fist, Northern Leg: Although Isshin Shinsuke-ryu falls under the category of Southern Fist, it is fundamentally a Northern martial art. In addition to weapons, its leg techniques are also very distinctive.

Aya Ishikawa is a typical academic, with solid and practical skills in police combat and Metropolitan Police Department-style swordsmanship.

The most outstanding one was Tetsuya the Fatty. He picked up a homemade gun from the ground, but instead of shooting it, he swung it around, sometimes saying "quick draw" and sometimes "ultimate bomb".

The three's fighting strength far exceeded Bai Ling Shangren's expectations.

These monks are no ordinary people; they are high-level fighters specially trained by the organization, each capable of taking on ten men.

At this moment, they were unable to subdue the group of four—a woman, an elderly person, and a child—for the time being.

"Yuji, Cheye, good children, hand over the necklaces around your necks to me. They are the keys to unlocking your grandfather's treasure!" Master Bailing's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at them. "This old monk is simply fulfilling your grandfather's last wish in another way!"

"Your opponent is me!"

With a loud shout, Zheng Yi thrust his staff straight out like a dragon emerging from its cave, clashing with Bai Ling Shangren's crescent shovel and producing a metallic ping-pong sound.

Suddenly, blue arcs of electricity flowed from Zheng Yi's hands along the tin staff.

"what!"

Master Bailing cried out in pain as his weapon fell to the ground. His monk's robe was charred and curled at the edges by the electric shock, and his flesh smelled burnt.

"Have you also accepted 'deification'?" Master Bai Ling covered his arm, looking wary.

"What exactly does 'deification' mean?" Zheng Yi frowned. He had heard the term from Xuan Hai earlier. If it were 'deification,' he would have turned and run away immediately. But 'deification' was something he could at least observe for a while.

"What? You're not? If it's not cell modification technology, how can you generate electricity?"

"Of course, we should use technology! Who still generates electricity naturally these days!"

Zheng Yi made up a random excuse to fool him.

At the same time, he was surprised. It wasn't a Hollywood blockbuster, yet someone actually developed something like gene warriors.

The underlying code of carbon-based life is what it is. No matter how much you patch it up, what use is it in the face of the equalizer of all beings?

Even if a Tyrannosaurus Rex were reborn, could it withstand a single Barrett missile?