The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Chapter 103 The power of the family genealogy stolen after the body recovered

When only three or four ronin remained in front of him, Okita Souji could barely hold onto his sword.

The corridor and the rooms were filled with corpses lying haphazardly, blood soaking the floor and dripping down the cracks in the stairs.

Those soldiers who had rushed in with him were now all slumped in the corners or on the ground, panting heavily. Due to their injuries and exhaustion, they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Okita leaned against the wall, his mechanical lungs emitting rapid hissing. He looked up and could see through the gap in the collapsed roof that the moonlight was bright in the night sky. Chief Kondo had already climbed up and was confronting someone.

However, at this moment, there were only a few ronin left in front of him.

"Why—the shogunate has already kicked you out. Why do you still want to be their dogs!"

The last few patriots were in no better shape than Okita, covered in numerous sword wounds and panting heavily. Therefore, given Okita's abilities, dealing with them shouldn't be too difficult for him.

Faced with the questioning of the patriots, Okita Souji simply raised his long sword once more. Kaga Kiyomitsu already had several chips in his blade, but the blood dripped slowly, clearly indicating that it was still incredibly sharp.

"Ah!!" The patriot on the other side immediately pulled at his blood-covered face and shouted as he tried to rush forward.

But then Okita Souji suddenly took a step forward, tensing his muscles, but in the next second...

"Ugh—!" Okita Souji's body suddenly went limp, his thin body devoid of any color except for the bloodstains.

He suddenly felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest, as if his heart and lungs were completely blocked.

That's why, when he exerted force, his blood flow was completely blocked, his muscles stiffened, and he lost his strength.

"Bang!"

Okita swayed and knelt on one knee. He opened his mouth to breathe, but before he could get any air in, a stream of liquid gushed from his mouth and nose: "Ugh!"

Blood spurted from his mouth, staining the ground black.

He looked up and saw moonlight shining through the broken half of the building. Mr. Kondo was still on the roof, and the monsters were still outside.

The patriots before him had already raised their swords at him, but he could not stand up!

"Whoosh!" Three or five whooshing sounds rang out simultaneously in front of him, and blade after blade came rushing towards him. Just then, Okita's vision went black: "Am I going to pass out—and fall here?"

His muscles bulged as if they were about to explode, but he still couldn't move them.

Until his eyes saw the darkness before him begin to move.

"Drink!" There was clearly a dark shadow descending from the sky, instantly blocking the moonlight shining through the gap in the ceiling.

At this moment, the dark figure continued to move, and the light and shadow on the floor naturally returned to their original state.

Zhang Chang'an landed with a thud in front of Okita, the moonlight spreading behind him, gilding his entire body with a silvery edge. With his back to Okita Souji, he decisively swung the sword in his hand forward.

"Whoosh!" The moment the blade, reflecting the moonlight, shone with an arc of light, the air in the entire corridor suddenly became scorching hot. Flames surged within the scabbard, propelling Bingzi Jiaolin's blade to slash horizontally at an incredible speed.

"Boom One"

"Clang! Ding!"

The remaining ronin didn't even have time to react before their long swords, which they had just swung out, were struck one after another.

Before Zhang Chang'an, the shattered blades of the katana surged. Although the Bingzi Jiaolin was a work from over a thousand years ago, within the rift of time and space, this famous sword still possessed a craftsmanship far surpassing that of swords made today.

With his powerful swordsmanship, he instantly broke the weapons in the hands of the men in front of him.

"puff!"

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an swung his knife backhand, slashing at the person closest to him. Then, he took a half-step forward and instantly knocked another person away, sending him flying with a whooshing sound as he landed outside the shattered building.

Finally, he turned and swept his leg low, causing the remaining man to fall backward instantly. But before he could land, Zhang Chang'an's other leg followed.

"Bang!" He was kicked in the chest and abdomen, and flew out of the building at a faster speed than the previous person.

Okita's eyes were fixed on him, because his breathing was uneven and he could hardly control his body anymore.

But at the same time, this was naturally also because of the strange masked man in front of him.

"Steam Ghost————"

Okita recognized him, but he didn't know why he was there, or why he was helping him.

He simply relied on his instincts as a master to determine one thing: "He has become much stronger again."

Zhang Chang'an's understanding of this was deeper than his: "It's so comfortable to have a healthy body!"

Iron Boat's body did not grant him any new skills, but entering this rift gave him a huge negative buff.

That's why he was never at his peak when he faced any opponent before.

It's thanks to the steam exoskeleton that his strength has been greatly enhanced; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to wait until now to fully recover his strength and speed.

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an looked at his opponent who had been instantly killed, and before he could finish his reflection, he heard a muffled sound behind him.

"Jing, you forgot about that." Zhang Chang'an immediately turned around and came to Okita's side, pulling open his collar.

The mechanical lung was indeed completely blocked. It couldn't breathe, let alone exhale air. Instead, it kept gushing out blood mixed with oil.

His knowledge of steam technology had greatly improved since he first arrived, and he could tell what was going on at a glance: "The side facing inwards is also broken, and all the grease that wasn't cleaned inside the device has leaked in. The blood vessels are completely blocked, yet it's still pumping blood out."

Zhang Chang'an felt a pang of pain just looking at him. Facing the young man who had chased him all over the train stations not long ago, he shook his head helplessly: "He really does follow history."

Zhang Chang'an pondered for a moment, then calmly reached into his robes.

"Don't move."

As Zhang Chang'an spoke, he pulled out a sludge-clearing device that wasn't even loaded with fuel and plunged it into the area where Zhang's heart and lungs met.

Okita's body trembled violently, but he no longer had the strength to struggle.

As soon as the hollow metal needle pierced through, a large amount of black, viscous oil mixed with blood gushed out.

Just then, Okita, whose large amount of oil had been pumped away, coughed twice, and another large amount of oily and bloody liquid gushed out and smeared on the ground. But then, his airway suddenly cleared up.

"Just as I thought, there's more pollution than blood. There's no need to pump it out; just release it directly."

As Zhang Chang'an pondered this, he put away the dredging device and began to manually adjust the still ruptured mechanical lung.

To prevent accidents, this thing usually has some emergency measures, such as multi-layered rotating shelves. If it is damaged, it can be adjusted slightly, and at least it can be delayed until you go back for treatment.

At this moment, Okita finally uttered his first words after his breathing returned: "Why—why—"

Faced with this rather blatant question, Zhang Chang'an didn't react much. He simply finished his adjustments silently, then calmly drew his sword and turned around: "I've said it before, I only use my sword for myself."

As he spoke, he walked to the edge of the damaged floor.

Moonlight and night wind swirled together here. Zhang Chang'an shook the Bingzi pepper forest, which wasn't stained with much blood, and then decisively lifted it up.

"Clang!" After the crisp sound, Zhang Chang'an realized that he had subconsciously cut open the bullet of the Fire Bureau.

Looking up at the chaos outside, the commander with the Takeda crest on his armor still stood quietly on the opposite rooftop.

The muzzle of the musket in his hand was shrouded in smoke.

"Wow, I can actually cut bullets now!" Zhang Chang'an exclaimed in surprise. "The power inherited from our ancestors is truly amazing."

As he pondered, he glanced at the people outside: "Then we should definitely grab one or two and ask them how they acquired their abilities."

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Before him, the moonlight cast dappled shadows beneath the shattered Ikedaya: "You have discovered a special event involving the rift, related to the power of the Zhang family genealogy. Please investigate further."