Chapter 46: One Man Army!

In the midst of the smoke, sparks occasionally illuminate as weapons clash, brilliant yet fragile, fleeting in an instant.

These warriors are indeed top-notch experts. Despite their limited vision and occasional disruption from the Soul Howl Gu, as well as the elusive attacks of the Specters and Poison Vine Gu, they can still rely on their battle-honed instincts to evade attacks and even launch counterattacks.

However, they are facing an equally skilled martial artist.

Ssh!

The sound of blood splattering is like the autumn wind rustling the willow leaves, a soft and pleasant sound.

Dong!

Limbs fall to the ground, heads fall to the ground, bodies fall to the ground.

Muffled groans, heavy gasps, low moans, suppressed but agonizing roars of pain.

Various sounds overlap, composing a magnificent death symphony, performed by Zhou Ming.

The smoke gradually dissipates.

Tokugawa Yamato leans against the wall, gradually falling down weakly. His body grazes the wall, leaving behind a deep red bloodstain.

He has a total of seventeen wounds on his body. The most fatal one is a stab through his heart, but it happened to miss by an inch, causing him to lose all strength in his body without dying immediately.

With some effort, he lifts his head and looks around in a daze.

Bodies lay scattered on the ground, limbs severed, heads separated, chests pierced...

Eight powerful warriors, all fallen here!

"Koyama-kun, Kondo-kun, Matsumoto-kun..."

Tokugawa Yamato's lips trembled as he murmured each name, until a pair of feet appeared before him.

Bloody feet, bare without shoes.

Tokugawa Yamato sluggishly lifted his head and met Zhou Ming's cold eyes.

"You've lost," Zhou Ming said calmly.

Using the Jumping Grass Gu would tear his shoes apart, so he had to walk barefoot. The soles of his feet were sticky with blood, uncomfortable and unpleasant.

"What kind of monster are you?" Tokugawa Yamato's life was slipping into the abyss of death, yet he remained alive for the time being.

He didn't know if it was because of his luck or because... the person before him showed mercy.

"A monster?" Zhou Ming frowned and then smiled as if he had thought of something. "I am human."

"Hehe, hahaha..." Tokugawa Yamato tilted his head back, pressing his own head against the wall, laughing with great effort.

"You are human? You're actually... human?" Tokugawa Yamato gasped for breath.

"When a human is killed, they die. If you're killed, will you die?"

"Yes," Zhou Ming stared at Tokugawa Yamato's gradually dilating pupils and said very seriously, "Of course, you will die."

"Heh, then, then I can... rest easy..."

Outside the door, a multitude of footsteps echoed, and blurry figures surrounded the entire room through the paper screens.

"Tokugawa Hidetada, my disciple..." Tokugawa Yamato muttered softly, his gaze gradually losing focus. "Clear all obstacles... and rebuild order in this chaotic world..."

Zhou Ming stood silently, watching the light in Tokugawa Yamato's eyes fade away until he took his last breath.

"I'm sorry, he couldn't do it."

Clang!

Sheathing his sword, Zhou Ming shook his arms, and two pistols slipped from his sleeves into his hands.

"When a human is killed, they die, but they can't kill me."

Crash!

The wooden door and paper screens were broken, and the room became an open passage as numerous soldiers poured in, their eyes fierce and filled with fanaticism, ready to strike with their swords.

"Kill him!"

"The one who kills him will be rewarded with a hundred gold coins and granted a position of valor!"

"Kill!"

"A sea of people tactic, huh?" Zhou Ming smirked, slightly bending his knees, leaning forward, and raising his arms.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

His arms swung, leaving trails of afterimages, his body swaying, sometimes high, sometimes low, evading and maneuvering. A barrage of bullets poured out, directed in all directions as his arms danced, each bullet finding its mark with incredible precision, drilling into a person's head.

In this moment, Zhou Ming seemed to be performing a bizarre death dance, with the roaring bullets resembling the scythe of the Grim Reaper, mercilessly harvesting the lives of everyone around him.

Gunfighting technique!

This was not obtained through an exchange with the main god; it was created by Zhou Ming himself, relying on his exceptional marksmanship and powerful physical abilities.

The time taken to reload the two pistols was compressed to a fraction of a second. With seemingly infinite bullets that never missed, Zhou Ming alone unleashed a storm of metal, sweeping through everything in his path!

One-man army!

Soon, the entire floor of the room was covered with corpses, one on top of another, hindering the movement of everyone.

While suppressing the soldiers rushing towards him with continuous shots from his left hand, Zhou Ming retrieved a hand grenade from his pouch and pulled the pin, throwing it forward.

The hand grenade flew past the original position of the door, into the corridor, and landed among the crowd.

Boom!

The dense crowd caused the grenade to have an extraordinary effect. Flesh and blood flew, screams filled the air, the wooden floor shattered, and the surroundings turned charred, creating a large empty space.

Shouts of killing and the sounds of fighting came to a halt as everyone was stunned by the devastating explosion.

Suddenly, two spring-like grass shoots grew beneath Zhou Ming's feet. He stomped fiercely, using the recoil to jump high into the air, landing at the center of the charred explosion.

Jumping Grass Gu!

In the instant he landed, Zhou Ming's left hand opened fire once again, the sound of gunfire resonating loudly.

At the same time, another hand grenade flew out, landing at the other end of the corridor.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Boom!

Under the onslaught of intense firepower, the soldiers wielding melee weapons had no chance to fight back.

Charge! Charge! Charge!

Without any hesitation, Zhou Ming continued to kill enemies while advancing. Along the way, he left behind a trail of corpses, blood and cries of agony paving the path beneath his feet. Death and despair crushed the enemies' attempts to stop him.

Boom!

The entrance gate of the dojo was blown open, and Zhou Ming's figure swiftly dashed out, looking ahead.

Soldiers scattered in all directions, whether they were inside the dojo or waiting outside. They were all terrified by Zhou Ming's killing spree, not daring to obstruct him, even if it meant going against the orders of the daimyo.

As Zhou Ming burst out of the dojo, this one-sided massacre of flesh and blood by modern firepower gradually came to an end.

However, Zhou Ming's second battle was just beginning.

Looking up, his gaze seemed to penetrate through the layers of buildings, "seeing" the man who had ordered his execution.

Tokugawa Hidetada.

"Wait for me, I'll find you soon."

Zhou Ming murmured softly and disappeared in the streets.

A few minutes later, the city guards hurriedly arrived and rushed into the training hall. When they saw the gruesome scene of bodies scattered all over the floor, the faces of the city guards turned pale, and several of them couldn't help but vomit.

"Send more people to clean up this place! Immediately report this matter!"

The leader of the guards had an unpleasant expression. Without lingering in this bloody and nauseating training hall, he quickly stepped out of the scene.

"Also, send someone to Lord Tokugawa Hidetada. We don't need too many people, just try to stop him. If you can't stop him, don't rush in and throw your lives away."

He quickly gave a series of instructions to his subordinates, and the entire city guard force began to operate efficiently under his command.

However, the leader's expression showed no sign of easing, but rather became more severe.

"These lunatics, are they really going to cause chaos in the capital? Your Majesty, is this what you wanted to see..."