Ookai and Luye Sanra knelt before the palace gate, clearly failing to understand the meaning behind Chen Zhennan's words.
But they dared not ask any more questions, fearing that a single word might bring about their deaths.
Chen Zhennan's gaze was sharp as a knife as he swept over Dahai's face. He was about to continue questioning him when he saw that Dahai looked unwilling and resentful.
"Damn it, looks like you're not convinced." Chen Zhennan sneered.
The man in white standing to the side paused, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, clearly weighing whether to translate such insulting words to the man from the sea.
Chen Zhennan frowned slightly, a hint of impatience in his eyes, and ordered the man to translate his words to Dahai Ren word for word.
Under pressure, the translator could only translate Chen Zhennan's words in broken English.
Upon hearing this, the man from the ocean turned red instantly, his eyes burning with rage. He stood up abruptly, like an enraged bull.
Upon seeing this, Yan Shiyu immediately stepped forward, drew his knife, and prepared to attack.
"Wait!"
Chen Zhennan reached out to stop Yan Shiyu, a playful smile playing on his lips.
"I love people who're looking for death. Want to fight me one-on-one?"
After saying that, Chen Zhennan winked at the man in white, translating his words to Dahai.
Upon hearing this, a determined glint flashed in the eyes of the man from the ocean, and he nodded emphatically.
He was also a ruler of a country, and his noble status made it impossible for him to willingly submit to this young man in front of him.
Chen Zhennan curled his lips into a provocative smile.
Reaching out, he drew the long sword from Yan Shiyu's back. The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight. He slammed the sword into the ground with a resounding thud, the sound like the booming of a war drum, the blade sinking deep into the earth.
"If you can kill me, I will forgive and forget what happened before, my men will return the way they came, and I will never make things difficult for you again."
Chen Zhennan's voice echoed in front of the palace gate, his words carrying a hint of arrogance, causing everyone to tremble.
Upon hearing Chen Zhennan's words, Yan Shiyu couldn't help but frown, his face filled with worry.
"Your Majesty, this..."
Although Chen Zhennan always manages to win, there's always a chance of something going wrong, especially since this is Japan. If the emperor were to die here, it would be a huge joke.
Chen Zhennan waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Shiyu, if I die, no one is allowed to seek revenge. The special forces are to withdraw to Dayan!"
Yan Shiyu looked troubled, his heart filled with contradictions and struggles, but he finally nodded.
After hearing the translation, the man from the Great Ocean reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, trying to draw it, but he failed.
He gritted his teeth, exerted his strength again, and finally pulled the long sword out of the ground, almost stumbling backward.
Chen Zhennan couldn't help but let out a soft hum. With elegant movements, he slowly drew his long sword from behind his back, took a few steps back, and beckoned to Da Hai.
"Come on, let me see how much this damn emperor really can do."
The tense atmosphere almost froze in front of the palace gates, and the showdown between Chen Zhennan and Dahai was about to break out.
Their eyes clashed like swords, and the air was thick with tension, as if a fire could be about to explode.
But at that moment, Rokuno Sanra suddenly stood up and grabbed the wrist of the Mariin.
Chen Zhennan frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected there to be an unexpected twist at this crucial moment.
His gaze fell on Luye Sanryo, and he re-examined the empress, as if he saw something unusual in her.
Ōama turned and looked coldly at Rinno Sanrya, his eyes carrying a hint of command, clearly indicating that he wanted her to let go.
His body was tense, ready to break free from Luye Sanliang's restraints at any moment and continue the duel with Chen Zhennan.
But Rono Sanra's eyes were very firm, without the slightest flinch. She gripped the Maritime Man's wrist tightly, as firmly as an iron clamp.
Her calmness and strength surprised everyone present, including Chen Zhennan.
He stood aside, quietly observing the scene, and discovered that Empress Luye Sanryo was actually a martial arts expert.
"Shadow, who created it?" Chen Zhennan suddenly asked, his voice particularly clear in the tense atmosphere.
Upon hearing this, Luye Zanliang was clearly taken aback, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes.
Upon seeing this, Chen Zhennan's eyes widened slightly, a strong sense of curiosity welling up inside him.
Rono Sanryo actually understands Chinese?
Chen Zhennan's gaze was as cold as ice in winter. He slowly sheathed his long sword, his movements elegant and composed.
He had lost all interest in continuing the duel; the duel had lost its meaning for him.
His gaze shifted to Luye Zanliang, his voice tinged with inquiry: "Luye Zanliang, you understand Chinese, tell me, is Shadow your organization? I felt something was off about this man in white earlier, is he also a member of Shadow?"
Chen Zhennan's words were filled with strong hostility, as if he were interrogating a key suspect.
Luye Sanra's expression changed slightly, and she slowly released Da Hai's wrist.
Just as he was about to speak, Dahai suddenly raised his knife and slashed at Chen Zhennan.
"Mind your own business, get lost!"
Chen Zhennan roared, his voice like thunder, and kicked Da Hai in the chest with such force that he sent Da Hai flying.
The man's body arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground with a thud.
Chen Zhennan himself did not expect that his kick was so powerful, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
But when he looked at the small stature of the Great Sea Man, he immediately understood.
The giant's size made his attacks exceptionally powerful, like a giant's kick, easily sending his opponent flying.
Da Hai was kicked away by Chen Zhennan, but Lu Ye Zanliang didn't care at all. Her eyes were unmoved, as if it had nothing to do with her.
Chen Zhennan keenly noticed this; he could tell that the relationship between the two was lukewarm and not good.
This gave him a hint of amusement, as if he were watching an absurd drama.
Suddenly, Chen Zhennan stared directly at Luye Zanliang, reached into his waistband, drew a pistol, and aimed it at the white-clad man beside her.
"You'd better not make me use killing to get you to talk. Tell me, did you create Shadow?"
Luye Zanliang's body trembled slightly, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes. She nodded slightly and, in broken Chinese, told Chen Zhennan to put down the gun.
"Shadow was indeed created by me. Feel free to ask me anything else you want to know."
Her words revealed a sense of helplessness, an acceptance of the inescapable truth.
Chen Zhennan nodded slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips, and then decisively pulled the trigger.
After a gunshot rang out, a bloody hole appeared between the eyebrows of the man in white, and he fell to the ground.
Blood gushed from the wound, staining the ground red, like a blooming flower of hell.
"You're a formidable woman. If I don't show you some of my skills, you might not tell the truth."
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