Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 589: Thunderous means, a killing spree

"It's been discovered!"

Zhang Zhiwei swung his sword and cut off a stream of spiritual power that was extending towards him, and the shrill and creepy cry of foxes was heard all around.

He stared at the Japanese pirates' headquarters, his eyes filled with golden flames. At this distance, ordinary people could not see the specific scenery, but he could see it clearly.

The Japanese pirates' army is gathering. This is a regiment headquarters. If reorganized, there should be about three thousand people.

But they needed to guard the railway, so there were not many troops left in the headquarters, probably only about two hundred people.

These two hundred people reacted quickly and were well-equipped, but they didn't seem to have any intention of chasing us out. They just guarded the headquarters and were on high alert.

At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei also saw a fox-shaped light shield rising up and covering the entire building.

This light shield cannot be seen by ordinary people, not even by those who have obtained Qi. Only those who have practiced special viewing methods or those sorcerers who have cultivated the Qimen Xianxiang method can see it. This is an application of the Feng Shui Qi meridians.

"Do you want to go over and kill everyone in the headquarters?"

Zhang Zhiwei thought, it was not difficult for him to deal with only two hundred people, but he needed to consider...

How much preparation has the other party made in this headquarters to deal with us?

Although he didn't think that the Japanese pirates would have any tricks that he couldn't deal with.

But thinking of the promise I made to my master before coming here, and the test of the Flying Thunder Sword just now...

If he goes, the final result will be nothing more than whether his magical powers are stronger or the opponent's calculations are stronger.

"Master once said that supernatural powers cannot defeat calculations..."

Zhang Zhiwei said to himself and was about to turn around and leave, but he heard a series of breaking sounds behind him and turned around to take a look.

A man came out from behind the tree. He was dressed in black, holding a wakizashi short sword used for close combat in his hand and a kunai in his mouth. He was dressed like a typical ninja.

The two sides looked at each other, and without any hesitation, the ninja took the lead in attacking, and the sharp sword light shot out.

"Clang!"

The wakizashi in his hand collided with the golden light, making a crisp low humming sound. The wakizashi kept raising and lowering his sword, launching a fiery torrent-like attack on the golden light.

The clanging sounds were endless, but the golden light did not even tremble. Zhang Zhiwei, who was standing there, was like an undefeatable demon god. He did not move at all and just looked at him indifferently.

The black-clothed ninja was shocked, knowing that he could not defeat the enemy, and wanted to retreat immediately, but how could Zhang Zhiwei let him do so? He flashed, grabbed his head with one hand, and squeezed it hard.

With a cracking sound, it turned into a piece of wood and was crushed by Zhang Zhiwei, and his figure appeared several meters away.

"Fortunately, I have arranged a Substitution Technique in advance. This person is too strong to be defeated by force. Let's use instant step to create distance between us first."

The black-clothed ninja said in his mind, and immediately used his body skills. A white energy stream exploded from under his feet, pushing him away.

At the same time, a few more ninjas rushed over. When they saw their companions running towards them, they were confused and were about to say something.

"Pfft" sound.

A huge red wave swept over, and warm, wet flesh and blood splattered all over them. Red, all they saw was red.

The companion who was running towards them fell to the ground with a thud, leaving only a headless corpse. The broken blood vessels at the broken neck were still warm and twitching slightly, and blood was gushing out like a fountain.

One of the headless corpse's hands stretched forward, as if trying to grab something, but it was in vain.

Zhang Zhiwei stood behind him, with his fingers pointed like a sword, pointing at him from a distance.

Seeing this scene, the ninja's companions felt a chill running down their tail vertebrae and their spines felt cold, as if a poisonous snake was entangled around them. But this time, there was no time to be surprised and they acted quickly.

One of the ninjas seemed to be good at frontal combat. He was wearing a pure black Domaru armor with the armor plates connected to each other, forming a whole. He had a devil-like Prajna mask on his face and a long sword in his hand.

The Domaru ninja rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei, wielding a long sword in his hand and slashing quickly, creating dazzling streaks of sword light that hit Zhang Zhiwei's golden light, making clanging sounds.

Zhang Zhiwei ignored the sword energy and stepped in front of the Domaru ninja.

The ninja was shocked, stopped his attack, and raised his sword to block.

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand, flicked the blade with his fingers, and the blade immediately made a clear sound and broke.

The ninja was shocked, but had no time to react. A hand landed on his head and the fingers tightened. The helmet that could protect against rifle fire was as fragile as paper and was crushed in an instant.

Blood gushed out of the helmet, and the head inside had been crushed into a pool of bloody mud.

Zhang Zhiwei withdrew his hand. There was a layer of golden light on his palm, so it was not stained with any blood.

Moreover, when he retracted it, a ball of blue light appeared in his palm.

This was the partial memory of the ninja he had just extracted. He flipped through it quickly, and during this time, several other ninjas were also using their own methods against him.

However, it was all in vain. No matter what means were used, when hitting Zhang Zhiwei's golden light, it could only produce the crisp sound of metal colliding violently.

This feeling of powerlessness, like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, made even the ninjas with minds as strong as iron feel despair and no hope of victory.

But the order they received was to hold the man back and wait for reinforcements to arrive. As ninjas, they could not retreat and could only continue to launch futile attacks.

"Ninjutsu, will-o'-the-wisp!"

A female ninja wearing a black eye mask opened her mouth and spit out green flames at Zhang Zhiwei.

The ghostly fire with a chilling feeling gathered into a green vortex, wrapping Zhang Zhiwei.

But in the swirling flames, there appeared a pair of eyes that flashed with golden flames, like flying stars.

Facing the Japanese's fire tactics, Zhang Zhiwei used his divine eyes to stare at the female ninja who was ten meters away from him.

His gaze was like a magnifying glass that focused sunlight onto paper. Wherever his gaze fell, flames spread.

The female ninja was still performing ninjutsu and spitting out will-o'-the-wisp fire, but she felt a sharp pain in her body. She looked down and discovered that her body had been enveloped by flames, and her flesh was rapidly melting away, collapsing like a burnt candle.

A huge panic enveloped her and boiled in her heart. She wailed in despair in her heart, but the next moment, she lost consciousness and only a ball of gray powder remained on the ground.

After killing the female ninja with one glance, Zhang Zhiwei took another step and came to another ninja.

The ninja came with a kunai.

He did not dodge, but slapped the ninja's head into his chest, and then, with five fingers on the other's crown, he pulled hard and pulled out a ball of memory with blue light. When buying things, you should always compare prices from three stores, and the same is true for reading memories.

The ninja whose head was slammed into his chest crawled a few meters on the ground, whimpering and trembling. After about one or two breaths, he stopped moving.

While Zhang Zhiwei was flipping through the ninja's memories, he looked at the two ninjas who were still alive.

As they stared at each other, one of the ninjas almost lost his ninja spirit. Panic filled his heart, and he didn't dare to go on, so he ran towards the headquarters.

"Baga, have you forgotten your mission?"

The remaining ninja shouted angrily that for ninjas, the mission was more important than their lives, and the only consequence of running away from the battlefield and abandoning the mission would be suicide.

However, his companions had been frightened. As a ninja, he always thought that he had become indifferent to life and death. But until death was approaching, he realized that there was a great terror between life and death, and he could not do it.

Looking at the fleeing ninja, Zhang Zhiwei naturally would not let him go. A blazing silver lightning shot out from Zhang Zhiwei's palm and hit the fleeing ninja, turning him into charcoal.

"Long live Bihe Mountain!"

The last ninja knew that death was the only way out, so he shouted angrily and launched a long live charge towards Zhang Zhiwei.

He rushed in front of Zhang Zhiwei, but before he could perform a mutual destruction move, Zhang Zhiwei grabbed his neck and lifted him up. The speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to react before he was lifted into the air.

The ninja struggled in Zhang Zhiwei's hands with an unwilling look on his face, but the next second, his expression froze, his eyes became dull, and a blue light appeared. Some past scenes flashed by in the blue light like a marquee.

After about three or four breaths, Zhang Zhiwei clenched his hands suddenly and broke his neck. With a crisp sound, the skull rolled far away.

Only a few minutes passed from the time this group of ninjas were chased out to the time they were killed, and most of them were in a hurry, so the actual action took less than a minute.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei spent two minutes quickly looking through the memories of the three ninjas.

Human memory is very messy. If you want to review it, it is impossible to sort it out in a short period of time, so he only checked a very small part of his memory.

He read that the mission of these ninjas this time was to do everything possible to delay him for a quarter of an hour.

As for what happened after they were delayed, they had no idea.

"Hold me for a quarter of an hour, then what? Who are you waiting for?" Zhang Zhiwei looked at the headquarters in the distance. The soldiers inside were still on high alert and had no intention of chasing us out.

Zhang Zhiwei grinned grimly. His powerful strength meant that he rarely needed to use his brain, but that didn't mean he had no brains.

If the other party sent a ninja out to hold him back, it certainly wasn't that he was going to die. The other party probably had the confidence to take him down.

As for how to take it down, is there a fatal weapon or some other means...

Suddenly, Zhang Zhiwei's mind flashed back to the scene he saw from Bai Xian's body, the magic knife emitting scarlet Qi...

The magic sword is something that makes people turn pale in fear in Japan, but Zhang Zhiwei is not afraid of it at all. To him, it is no different from rusty iron and is not worth mentioning.

It is the Higashiyama Ninja Leader who needs to be more careful. To be able to convince a group of lawless maniacs and keep the position of Ninja Leader for decades, it is impossible for him to have no means. I just don't know what means he has?
Unfortunately, in the plot, before he could even make a move, he was killed cleanly and neatly by the head master of the Tang Clan.

"As the leader of an assassination organization, the unique skills he possesses are most likely similar to Dan Shi's killing moves."

Zhang Zhiwei was thinking about it, and looked at the Japanese pirates' headquarters. The troops there were still on high alert and had no intention of coming out.

"Since the other party asked the ninja to hold him back for a quarter of an hour, that means that the thing they think can kill me will arrive within a quarter of an hour. In this case..."

"Does that mean that the enemy's headquarters didn't have any way to deal with us within a quarter of an hour? If that's the case..."

"I wanted to leave..."

A creepy smile appeared on Zhang Zhiwei's face, and he immediately turned into a ball of white energy, wrapped in a Taoist robe, and flew towards the Japanese pirates' headquarters.

In a few breaths, he arrived at the compound of the Japanese pirates' headquarters. Right under the eyes of the two hundred Japanese pirates, he condensed into a shape and appeared in the sky above the compound of the Japanese pirates' headquarters.

The Japanese pirates below looked at this scene in disbelief.

Not long ago, they were patrolling as usual, when suddenly they felt something ominous, as if something had descended from the sky and was suffocating them.

But this feeling did not last long and soon disappeared, making them think it was an illusion.

Immediately afterwards, the alarm sounded and they received a broadcast order saying that there was an enemy invasion and everyone had to go into combat mode.

Although they didn't know what the invading enemy was, they still prepared their guns and artillery, gathered together, and were ready for battle, but nothing happened after a long time.

Just when they thought it was a false alarm, a tall figure in a Chinese Taoist robe appeared in mid-air, stepping on the clouds and staring at them.

The gaze was extremely sharp, and when they looked into each other's eyes they felt as if they were being pricked by needles, which forced them to look away.

Could it be that the foreign enemy the commander was talking about was the immortal flying in the clouds in front of him? How could we fight him?
The Japanese pirates were fanatical and warlike, but faced with the sudden appearance of the arrogant Zhang Zhiwei, they were a little at a loss as to what to do for a moment.

At the same time, in a room filled with the scent of sandalwood in the headquarters building, there is a vermilion shrine with a fox statue of the Inari god enshrined in it.

Suddenly, two red lights came out of the statue's eyes, and the place where the red lights were directed was Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei's expression froze, and he felt an indescribable feeling. A bizarre and exaggerated scene appeared before his eyes, and a huge vermilion torii rose from the ground.

He appeared in an unknown place, which was a huge shrine filled with densely packed fox statues and a high mountain behind it.

The moment he entered, all the fox statues came to life, with fierce eyes, fiery red hair fluttering and flashing golden flames, and they pounced towards him.

Zhang Zhiwei's mind moved, and blazing thunder surged out from his body. The invisible but overwhelming pressure shot out with the dancing thunder. The foxes that pounced on him were blasted into ashes as soon as they touched his yang thunder.

After just one encounter, the foxes were all turned into ashes, but then, a creepy fox cry was heard, and the ground around them began to shake.

The high mountain behind the shrine slowly rose from the ground amidst the shock and rumble.

During the rising process, a large amount of rocks fell off, and the exposed mountain body could faintly reveal the outline of a fox's head.

"Similar to the guards of Nason Island, Joaquina has the ability to pull people into heaven. It should be the gods worshipped by Shintoism that have taken action against me. So now, am I in the kingdom of God?"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the slowly rising mountains. This is why aliens rarely carry out decapitation operations.

People already have various countermeasures.

It is very risky to challenge the foundation accumulated by thousands of years of faith with one person's strength.

(End of this chapter)