After Yamamoto Chizuru's reminder, Chen Jinzhao finally remembered this matter.
Muramasa is indeed a famous sword in Japanese history, but most people consider it to be fictional, believing it never truly existed.
Yamamoto Chizuru's expression grew more sorrowful. "Muramasa is our country's treasure. Everyone thinks Muramasa doesn't exist, but I know it truly exists in this world."
"Thirty years ago, Muramasa was stolen."
"Since then, no one in Japan has seen a trace of Muramasa. So it fell into the hands of you bandits long ago!"
Chen Jinzhao thought he should ask Xu Hanchen about the origin of Tai Sui later, but now was not the time. He glanced at Tai Sui, then looked up at the sorrowful Yamamoto Chizuru.
Yamamoto Chizuru gritted her teeth and said, "You are truly despicable and shameless scoundrels, stealing our country's treasure! I will definitely have the Japanese delegation lodge a stern protest with your Chinese government and demand the return of Muramasa! Not only did you steal Muramasa, but you also melted it down and forged it into military-grade triangular bayonets. Do you think no one will find out?"
What is done in secret will eventually be known!
Chen Jinzhao thought that the origin of Tai Sui was likely similar to what Yamamoto Chizuru said, but now Tai Sui was his weapon, so there was no point talking about Muramasa.
"Sorry, you won't have the chance. You won't even survive tonight," he said calmly.
Yamamoto Chizuru's rage gradually subsided, and she realized her life was nearing its end. She sighed to the sky, "What a pity! The heirloom treasure is right before me, yet I am powerless to defeat the enemy and bring our national treasure home. I am ashamed of my ancestors!"
Chen Jinzhao had heard this so many times his ears were calloused. He immediately shouted, "Shut your dog mouth! We haven't settled the score for what you Japanese did on our Chinese land a hundred years ago. So what if the Tai Sui in my hand is forged from Muramasa? Consider it interest on that catastrophe. Don't forget that there is an evil tower in Japan built with stones from various parts of my country!"
That tower suppressed famous stones from all over China, some even taken from China's historical sites, in an attempt to suppress China's national destiny.
Although China had demanded for years that Japan dismantle that tower of evil, Japan had remained unmoved.
As a soldier, Chen Jinzhao vowed in his heart that one day he would blow up that tower and bring back the stones plundered by Japan.
Yamamoto Chizuru was like a rooster whose throat had been squeezed, unable to make a sound.
"Hmph!"
"I will eventually snatch your Kusanagi sword too!" Chen Jinzhao declared.
Yamamoto Chizuru gritted her teeth in hatred and let out a roar of unwillingness, "Chen Jinzhao, there's an old saying in your China: 'Pride precedes a fall.' Your end has come!"
"Nightingale, fire!"
At this moment.
Leng Jiaying had already raised her pistol, aiming at the back of Chen Jinzhao's head.
Humans could never be a match for firearms, especially when the distance was less than five meters. Chen Jinzhao had no way to dodge!
Almost the instant the words fell, Chen Jinzhao's nerves tensed up, and his muscles felt a tearing pain! He knew very well that this was the sign of impending death!
He had relied on this talent to survive many fatal blows!
After 0.1 seconds, Chen Jinzhao reacted. He raised his hand and threw Tai Sui towards Leng Jiaying! He didn't even have time to aim, relying only on his memory.
Before Leng Jiaying could fire, she saw Chen Jinzhao's triangular bayonet flying towards her.
In a moment of panic, Leng Jiaying's hand trembled, and she pulled the trigger!
Bang!
The gunshot rang out.
At the same moment, the triangular bayonet, like an arrow released from a bow, pierced Leng Jiaying's shoulder, rendering her arm powerless and unable to fire a second shot.
The triangular bayonet, still at full speed, pierced Leng Jiaying's shoulder and embedded itself into the stone wall behind her.
On the other side.
Chen Jinzhao's shoulder also took a shot, splattering a flower of blood.
Fortunately, his reaction was timely, or his head might have been pierced. He grunted and said, "In less than half a month, I'm injured again."
The frequency of injuries was similar to when he was on the border.
Leng Jiaying endured the pain, thinking with regret—she still couldn't kill Chen Jinzhao! However, it had created a golden opportunity for Yamamoto Chizuru. She shouted, "Lord Chizuru, the rest is up to you!"
Could Chen Jinzhao, with one arm disabled, still be considered the "Candle Dragon's Eye"?
Yamamoto Chizuru was instantly invigorated, a ferocious smile appearing on his face. "I thought 'slaying dragons' was just a joke, but it seems I might actually achieve a feat tonight!"
"Chen Jinzhao, die!"
Yamamoto Chizuru attacked with bare hands. Compared to Chen Jinzhao's shoulder injury, his own seemed less severe.
Chen Jinzhao let out a bloodthirsty cold laugh, "Even with only one hand, dragging my injured body, I am still invincible!"
Yamamoto Chizuru dismissed it as a joke. After all, everyone's proficiency with their left and right hands was not the same. Since Chen Jinzhao's right arm was unusable, being able to display A-class strength with his remaining left hand was already a remarkable feat!
This was Yamamoto Chizuru's confidence!
The two engaged in combat again.
Yamamoto Chizuru's ambition was shattered the moment they clashed. Just as Chen Jinzhao had said—even with only his left hand, he was still invincible!
With both hands, Yamamoto Chizuru gained no advantage. Instead, he was constantly restricted and had no power to retaliate, filling Yamamoto Chizuru with despair.
Chen Jinzhao handled the situation calmly and said in a low voice, "I forgot to tell you, any S-class expert has the same proficiency with both hands. They would never drop below A-class."
"Damn it, I don't believe I can't kill you!" Yamamoto Chizuru's hair bristled with rage, and he threw himself into the fight, forgetting himself.
One minute passed.
Chen Jinzhao's left fist struck Yamamoto Chizuru's abdomen, nearly piercing him through.
Two minutes passed.
Yamamoto Chizuru's face was bruised and swollen, and several teeth with flesh attached had fallen out. He was completely unrecognizable from his former elegant demeanor.
In the third minute, Chen Jinzhao delivered a punch to Yamamoto Chizuru's chest, causing comminuted fractures of his ribs and rupture of his internal organs due to external shock. Yamamoto Chizuru crashed to the ground, no longer able to resist the still formidable Chen Jinzhao.
Chen Jinzhao looked down at Yamamoto Chizuru, whose consciousness was fading, "I told you, I am invincible."
Yamamoto Chizuru was filled with fear. Every time he remembered his previous ridiculous thoughts, he felt like an idiot! He had the worst luck, running into Chen Jinzhao.
"You could have lived longer. But you had to set your sights on my girlfriend. Heaven would not forgive me if I didn't kill you," Chen Jinzhao said.
Yamamoto Chizuru regretted it more and more.
So the reason Chen Jinzhao wanted to kill him was so simple—he had touched Yu Mengzhi.
"If I hadn't touched Yu Mengzhi, would you not have killed me?" Yamamoto Chizuru asked hesitantly. Chen Jinzhao thought for a moment and replied, "You would still die. Years ago, you planned an assassination attempt on Candle Dragon, which nearly wiped out all my brothers. I have always remembered this grudge. The moment you stepped onto our country's soil, your death was sealed. It was only a matter of time!"
Yamamoto Chizuru closed his eyes, pondering how he could make Chen Jinzhao spare his life.
Was there any possibility?
"Can you not kill me? I know some secrets about Black Blood, which Leng Jiaying doesn't know. If you kill me, it will be very difficult for you to obtain my secrets," he said.
Chen Jinzhao looked at Yamamoto Chizuru with a strange expression. After a long time, he said, "If you hadn't said this, I would have given you a quick death. Since you said it, then I must respect you."
"I want both your life and the secrets you possess."
If Yamamoto Chizuru hadn't said anything, he would have been subjected to Chen Jinzhao's torture. Who thought Chen Jinzhao's moniker 'Pale-faced Asura' was just for show?
Yamamoto Chizuru had not yet realized that his tragic fate had only just begun.
Chen Jinzhao walked over, tied up Leng Jiaying and Su Wen separately, then carried Yamamoto Chizuru into the utility room on the first floor. Before long, Yamamoto Chizuru's desperate screams echoed out.
The fact that an A-class expert could let out such a howl was a testament to Chen Jinzhao's terrifying methods!
Leng Jiaying was stunned and leaned against the wall in despair.
Offending Chen Jinzhao was the most foolish thing they had ever done. If they could turn back time, she would never have foolishly provoked Chen Jinzhao, and would have stayed far away from this devil.
"Pale-faced Asura, your reputation is well-deserved!"