[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha":3,"chapter-global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-43":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Global High Martial Arts, Starting Off with a Sharingan",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2318771,4534,"Chapter 43: The Return of Zhu Yan","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-43",43,"\u003Cp>The simulation field’s environment transformed into a chaotic gray mist, the air thick with malevolent energy and the simulation room’s peculiar force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jiang Xia stepped into the mist, the shackles grew hot, resonating with the energy within the fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today’s simulation is an illusionary realm,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing’s voice echoed from within the mist, “From now on, Itachi’ll face combinations of illusions and monstrous beasts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember, on the battlefield, what your eyes see isn’t necessarily real—the only thing Itachi can trust is each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the words ended than Ye Lingxi’s figure appeared in the gray mist, her body covered in wounds, reaching out to Jiang Xia: “Jiang Xia, save me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng immediately lunged forward, but Jiang Xia grabbed him: “It’s an illusion! Lingxi was taken by the Divine General—she can’t be here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the “Lingxi” face twisted violently, morphing into the shape of Zhu Yan, who lunged at them with a gaping, bloodied maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia activated his ability—this time, the shackles’ malevolent energy did not recoil; instead, it surged along his arm to his fingertips, forming a blade of black energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng reacted instantly, smashing his fist into Zhu Yan’s claw, the runic patterns glowing across his knuckles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two attacked and defended in perfect sync.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia’s blade tore through the illusion, while Wang Teng’s fist shattered the mist’s energy—soon, the first wave of illusionary beasts collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they could catch their breath, Liu Qingxuan’s figure emerged from the mist, drenched in blood, voice weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Akatsuki Xia, I can’t hold on anymore...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the mist’s influence, Jiang Xia’s heart clenched violently, nearly slipping out of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng saw his hesitation and slapped him hard: “Lao Xia! Snap out of it! Professor Liu is too strong to be like this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia gritted his teeth, shut his eyes, then opened them again—the Mangekyo Sharingan appeared, and the illusion vanished completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him was no Liu Qingxuan—only a monstrous beast wearing human skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Wang Teng exchanged a glance and struck simultaneously: Jiang Xia’s Chidori Spear pierced the illusionary beast’s heart, while Wang Teng activated the Burning Seal to incinerate its limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the last illusionary beast fell, the gray mist dispersed. Lin Qing stood a short distance away, a rare look of approval on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tomorrow, the secret realm opens. Remember—hold fast to your true heart!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia watched as the shackles detached automatically, suddenly feeling his control over his ability increase a hundredfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng collapsed onto the ground, laughing as he cursed: “Finally made it out. Next time Itachi make me come to this hellhole, I’ll fight it to the death!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the abandoned industrial zone of Linjiang, faint purple fluctuations of the secret realm drifted between rusted steel frames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are all personnel accounted for?” Lin Qing’s voice came from the center of the barrier; he wore a black combat suit, flanked by several elite Night Watchers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General Lu is holding off Shen Wenru—our team is responsible for security here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the words ended than Zhu Yan and Feng Xi strolled through the main entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yan stepped on rusted iron plates, each footfall sending fine cracks racing across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His crimson pupils swept over the people within the barrier, a half-broken Night Watcher arm patch dangling from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his claw crevices, several Night Watchers lay battered, their necks wrapped in black mist turning purple, too weak to even struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xi followed behind, his massive body shaking the steel frames as he approached—boar’s head, human body, tusks caked with dried blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand he carried a deformed Night Watcher communicator, which clanged loudly as he hurled it to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk tsk, the Night Watchers sure know how to put on a show,” Feng Xi’s voice rasped like a broken gong on iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All of Itachi gathered around this pitiful secret realm—planning to serve Zhu Yan a snack?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing’s long blade gleamed, its tip pointed directly at Zhu Yan: “Release them! This is not your place to rampage!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Release them?” Zhu Yan suddenly laughed, flicking his claw lightly—a Night Watcher was flung into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A level-destroying aura erupted, “Aren’t Night Watchers always meddling? Where are your so-called Sky Eyes now? Why don’t they show themselves?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia slammed his Kusanagi into the ground; lightning surged along the blade, repelling some of the nearby malevolent energy—but some still seeped into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your opponent is me. Don’t touch those who aren’t involved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Finally got the courage to step forward?” Zhu Yan’s gaze locked onto Jiang Xia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The malevolent energy in his claw crevices nearly solidified, “I let Itachi boast when I first revived—now who can stop me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly clenched his fist—the Night Watcher suspended in midair let out a muffled groan as the malevolent energy flooded his seven orifices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do Itachi think Itachi have the right to bargain with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing watched, eyes blazing with fury, yet powerless to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi son of a bitch, Itachi’re asking for death!” He lunged forward—but Zhu Yan’s aura pinned him in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yan tightened his grip—the Night Watcher couldn’t even finish a scream before his body twisted into a mist of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Qing’s body erupted in golden light, crackling violently, yet his knees still sank under invisible pressure, his nails digging into his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Worthless.” Zhu Yan sneered, crimson eyes turning to Jiang Xia, his hand summoning several weapons. “Your turn—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, a clear, resonant sword cry shattered the silence of the factory zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yan spun around, his crimson pupils contracting sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An opening had appeared in the rusted iron dome of the abandoned factory; slanted sunlight fell upon a white-robed figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man walked slowly along broken steel beams, and where his feet touched the rusted iron, the corrosion vanished instantly, revealing a cold metallic luster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his waist hung a long sword in a bamboo scabbard, its hilt wrapped in bandages, swaying gently with each step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every sway, fine sword winds swept away the surrounding malevolent energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Sword Saint… Jian Nan Zhu?” Feng Xi’s tusks trembled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, his grating voice carried fear: “Aren’t Itachi supposed to be guarding Jian Nan Pass?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Nan Zhu didn’t look at him; his gaze rested on the lingering blood mist still clinging to Zhu Yan’s claws, his brow furrowing slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, he drew his sword and slashed lightly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No explosive display of power—only a blade of energy so faint it was nearly invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yan felt a numbness in his wrist; the concentrated malevolent energy retreated like a receding tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down in shock—a hair-thin sword cut now marked his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It glowed faintly with firelight, suppressing the malevolent energy within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before me, Itachi have no right to act so arrogantly,” Jian Nan Zhu’s voice was soft, yet it struck Zhu Yan’s heart like a heavy sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked slowly to Jiang Xia’s side, his gaze falling on the Kusanagi buried in the ground—the lightning on its blade seemed to sense something, retreating gently into a soft halo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your sword heart is steady, but your malevolent energy is too strong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Nan Zhu reached out, his fingertip lightly touching Jiang Xia’s forehead. “Next time malevolent energy enters your body, no one will save Itachi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia felt a cool energy spread through his entire body; the agitation caused by the malevolent energy vanished instantly, and his control over his ability rose another notch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth to thank him—but Jian Nan Zhu had already turned toward Zhu Yan, his long sword now half-drawn from its scabbard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exposed blade reflected the sunlight, illuminating the entire factory zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Yan tensed, unleashing his full level-destroying aura, teeth gritted, crimson eyes filled with wariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jian Nan Zhu, if Itachi leave Shanhai Pass, aren’t Itachi afraid Jian Nan Pass will fall?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fall?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Nan Zhu smiled faintly, not answering—he drew his sword fully, and a crimson sword aura shot skyward, ripping the factory roof clean off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Twenty years ago, I arrived too late to stop Itachi. This time, I won’t leave behind another regret.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1369,"2026-06-20T15:06:04.061Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c392fe200fdc6cfc9f5586c200fdc905cdc6a920dc8f77ed03cc7bbd14219217","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-44","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-42",162,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fglobal-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-cover.jpg"]