A group of people broke in and kicked down the door of Jingwu Hall very unceremoniously.
No matter which country you look at, this is very impolite behavior and a pure provocation.
Hearing the noise, hundreds of people in the martial arts training ground all stopped and froze there, with indignation in their eyes, but no one said anything.
He just looked towards the central hall in a blink of an eye.
They were able to recognize them. The clothes of these people were a bit strange and very different from the Chinese clothes at that time. They looked like Japanese at first glance.
"Watanabe, Master Huo is not at home. If you come here to cause trouble, do you have permission from the consulate?"
Nong Jinsun happened to be in Jingwu Sect.
When he is free every day, he comes here to take a look.
On the one hand, he is uneasy, and on the other hand, he wants to select some good candidates to join the organization.
Others may think that Jingwu Sect is just a martial arts sect, but it is not.
He and Huo Yuanjia jointly established this guild, and then invited famous martial arts masters from the north and south to stay in the guild. They contributed money and efforts. What was the purpose? Do you need to think too much about it?
'Could it be that the Japanese saw the clues, or that they were dissatisfied with Huo Yuanjia's defeat of the chief judo teacher, so they targeted the Jingwu Hall? '
When he looked up and saw that there were no soldiers with guns and live ammunition following him, his face darkened and he shouted.
The leader who rushed in was a strong man about thirty years old. He actually knew the strong man who rushed in fiercely.
In Shanghai, the Hongkou Dojo not only has a judo hall, but also a karate hall.
This is the master of karate who preaches the practical concept of "empty hands without starting".
Moreover, when it is advocated to take action to fight, use all possible means.
He claims to be victorious in every battle and strives to be the first in every battle.
Long Jinsun also inquired that this person may have a background in the Black Dragon Society, and he has an unclear relationship with the Japanese military. If it is not necessary, he really does not want to have anything to do with him.
"Mr. Nong, don't get me wrong. I'm actually here to deliver war stickers?"
Watanabe looked up to the sky and let out a haha. He reached out and took out a letter from his arms. With a whoosh, he threw it five or six meters away and placed it on the coffee table under the tree.
"Gauntlet?"
Nong Jinsun laughed, "You want to compete with Master Huo?"
"No, no, it's my master, Mr. Akutagawa Ryuichi, the number one in karate, who wants to challenge Fist of Fury Sect Huo Yuanjia.
Last time at the judo hall, Fearless used despicable means to catch Mr. Sasaki off guard and luckily gained the upper hand.
Afterwards, he even boasted about it in the newspapers and reduced my Japanese Judo to be worthless..."
"Fart, that's because Sasaki is vulnerable. My master only used less than 30% of his strength, and he couldn't bear it and his hand was broken."
Hearing this, a young man jumped out, pointed angrily at Watanabe, and sneered, "Are you Japanese so unworthy of losing?"
"Junior Junior Brother..."
"Yanfang, be careful."
The young man just cursed.
Several voices sounded at the same time.
But it was Huo Ting'en and the others who realized something was wrong.
Sure enough, Watanabe's eyes flashed coldly, he took a step forward and turned to one side.
Slide forward, lift your leg, and kick sideways.
Done in one go.
Bang...
Ninth Junior Brother Li Yanfang, before he could take back his outstretched hand, he was kicked hard in the chest and abdomen as soon as a figure flashed in front of him.
The whole person formed an arch shape, flew up upside down, fell three or four meters, and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.
Everyone can still hear the clicking sound.
I'm afraid a few bones were broken, whether it was the sternum or ribs.
"Such heavy legs..."
"Trash, if Huo Yuanjia's apprentice is just this kind of thing, it seems that his ability is also to deceive the world and steal the reputation, which is what your newspapers have praised.
Haha, you are calling the ancestor of the clan behind closed doors. Your martial arts are not good. My master challenges him, which is considered to be a compliment to him. "
Watanabe raised one leg in the air, motionless...
It took a while before he took it back, patted his pants and said disdainfully.
"This is how you send war stickers. I think it's to provoke, right?"
Nong Jinsun was already very angry. He stretched out his hand to suppress the situation and stopped Huo Ting'en and others from rushing forward. A bad feeling arose in his heart.
He turned to look at Eagle Claw King Chen Zizheng, and they both looked at each other with cautious expressions.
This Watanabe doesn't seem to be famous, but his basic skills are very strong.
Especially because of his strong body and superb leg skills, there was no warning at the beginning of the attack.
In comparison, the disciples of Jingwu Sect are obviously not as powerful as they are.
The most alarming thing is that when Watanabe took action, the muscles and bones on his body bounced and made a buzzing sound. It was obvious that his muscles and bones were fully grown.
He is a master in the realm of divine power.
Is it really Japan’s actual combat style?
Any unknown person who comes to China looks like he has experienced many battles.
Yang Lin frowned slightly and did not look at Watanabe.
His eyes fell on the thin young man holding a long knife behind Watanabe.
The man had been silent since he came in.
His eyes were also half-closed, and occasionally a sharp light shone from his eyes, just like the knife he had hidden in the scabbard.
Why follow him?
Because, as a good swordsman, Yang Lin discovered.
Although this man also walked into the guild hall carelessly, his expression and demeanor were definitely different from those of the ronin...
He would always make a habitual movement of leaning his legs and shoulders sideways, with an inexplicable rhythm, as if he was ready to draw his sword anytime and anywhere...
Speaking of Watanabe, he was as arrogant as a grinning wolf.
And this man is like a poisonous snake waiting to pounce.
"You only know how to sneak attack, what kind of skill is that?"
Although Nong Jinsun was cautious and wanted to fool him, he was not a warrior after all.
But Chen Zizheng was angry in his heart. Due to his status, it was difficult for him to take action. The Jingwu Sect disciples were very angry, and some of them couldn't bear it anymore.
A young man with an ice cube face came out, still seven steps away from Watanabe. He lowered his legs, stretched one hand forward, and hooked back with the other.
"Zhong Heng, the sixth disciple of Jingwu Sect, is here to learn from your master's brilliant move."
"Scream, the posture looks pretty good, but I don't know if it's useful or not?"
Watanabe curled up the corner of his mouth and looked at Zhong Heng sideways, but he kept walking forward as if he was completely unprepared.
"If it doesn't work, try grandpa's fist, then..."
Zhong Heng didn't seem to talk much, and he didn't usually communicate much with his brothers. He just practiced hard and was sweating. You could see the hatred in his eyes.
But I didn't expect that he was also very good at fighting at this time, with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth.
However, this time, his words were of no use.
He was only halfway through speaking when he felt a bad wind blowing against his face.
I saw Watanabe, who was still sarcastic and mocking just a moment ago, suddenly changing his short steps into long strides. He leaned forward, raised his right hand high, shouted loudly, and chopped down with a hand knife like an axe.
At this moment, his shoulder and elbow joints seemed to be separated from his body, extending by as much as three to five inches for no reason.
Originally still far away, the knife had already hit Zhong Heng's forehead.
At this time, Zhong Heng could only hold back his words, retreat to defend, tilt his head and raise his arms to block.
He practices Huojiaquan, and is used to hard bridges and hard horses. He doesn't really pursue the first move and the second move. He wants to block this move and fight back again.
As soon as his arm came into contact with Watanabe's hand knife, Zhong Heng's expression immediately changed...
He felt as if he was being electrocuted in half of his body. He was sore, numb, and swollen, and he couldn't recover even after taking a breath.
The opponent's hand knife is not only fast.
And heavy.
The eardrums were buzzing from the loud shout.
Just when he felt bad, he wanted to flip over and get out of the way.
However, he found that a trace of ridicule flashed in Watanabe's eyes, and he raised the cut-off hand knife and hit his chest with his elbow like a spear.
Zhong Heng's reaction was not slow. At the critical moment, he turned slightly sideways, his shoulder came out, and with a click, his shoulder was fractured and he fell to the ground.
I rolled a few times and couldn't get up for a while.
