Yang Lin finally found out.
He had still thought too highly of Jingwu Sect before.
Seeing the prosperity of this group, and everyone's appearance like dragons and tigers, his inner estimate was seriously overestimated.
Of course, this is also Huo Yuanjia's fault.
In other words, Huo Yuanjia was such a hero when he faced more than a hundred gunmen and taught Hou Yuanliang of the Xingyi Sect a lesson.
He reached out and took away the gun from the Xingyi master's hand, and he also said that others did not dare to refute and could only bow their heads obediently.
A great hero, with a heroic spirit that simply breaks through the surface of the earth.
But what about in front of you?
Yang Lin could see that the two leading Japanese were not weak in martial arts. Watanabe was indeed better at karate, but he was only better at fighting.
Blood Hand Bu Shen, Qinglong Longyi, even the monkey-shaped boxing lord Yuan Liang, and of course Wang Xiaoqiao, it would not be difficult for any of them to deal with him.
You might as well kill him with one or two moves, but you can gain the upper hand and make him doubt his life.
But what about the disciples of Jingwu Sect?
He was like a vegetable when he came on the field. He was cut into pieces every time, without any temper.
Ninth disciple Li Yanfang was just there to make fun of him. He said something and was kicked away.
You had no intention of fighting at all, and you went up there, thinking that people wouldn't dare to take action or what?
The Sixth Disciple, on the other hand, set up his horse and put on a posture. However, if you are not as strong as others and your cultivation is not enough, then don’t stand there and try to hold on.
Who told you that the only way to fight in a fight is to fight with Zama punch. Is it okay to fight while running?
When the Japanese took action, it was indeed criticized for not saying hello, but in fact, in Yang Lin's view, it was nothing. He had seen things more despicable than this.
If you can't defeat him, you can't blame the enemy for being cunning, right?
As for Huo Ting'en, that was actually the reason why he stood aside and guarded the formation and was not in a hurry to confront the enemy.
By the way, you are a new coach, and you don’t recognize everyone, so you rush into the battle against the Japanese with a red face.
I know, I think you are protecting your shortcomings and are eager to defend against foreign aggression, defeat the little devil, and promote the power of Chinese martial arts.
For those who don’t know, I thought you looked down on other Jingwu Sect disciples.
'Why don't we, the Jingwu Sect's many disciples, know how to beat such a few foreign rubbish?
Is there any need for your dog to catch mice and meddle in other people's business? '
Look, as soon as he takes action, he will be ostracized by everyone. He is suspected of stealing monsters, no, he is stealing credit.
Especially when the strength of the young master of Jingwu Sect is not low at all.
If we really talk about strength, the skills of Huo Ting'en and Watanabe are also about the same. Who wins and who loses is only a 50-50 split.
This is Yang Lin's judgment.
Then, he fell into disbelief.
Facts have proved that cultivating the realm is one thing, but in actual combat, it is really another matter.
What Huo Ting'en said was that he was so arrogant that he wanted to keep him and give him a good lesson, but when he started fighting, he was soft-footed.
Within a few moves, he was in crisis.
He thought it was a competition between fellow martial artists, so he was throwing out his cards little by little.
He opened up as soon as he came up, using heavy legs and killer shooting skills, giving him no chance to make a comeback.
The defeat was so fast that even one's own side was unable to react.
At this point, there is actually no need for Yang Lin to take action.
Isn’t there another Eagle Claw King?
He is a famous figure in the orthodox martial arts world, a senior late-stage Anjin boxer, and is known as the Eagle Claw King.
He has taught many heroes in his life, and he also opened a boxing gym. He is also highly respected as a coach in the Jingwu Sect and is deeply respected by everyone.
Such a master's reputation in Shanghai is as great as ten streets away from Yanglin.
Since he couldn't help but take action first, besides watching, Yang Lin could also fight with him in a doubles match?
Are you better than him or what?
This time, logically speaking, it should be within reach.
At most, the big one will bully the small ones, which will give them a bad reputation.
Then, Yang Lin realized that he had seen it wrong again.
Maybe this old-timer has never dealt with the Japanese or what? He actually used his bare hands to block someone else's Baili Steel Knife.
He looked very confident, as if he could grab the knife and fight back.
Even Yang Lin thinks it's okay.
As an old-timer, you are confident...
As a result, Yang Lin choked in his chest and almost choked.
In the same realm, Senior Chen is not even a little bit worse than Huo Yuanjia in actual combat.
At this moment, Yang Lin finally understood how amazing the gold content of Huo Yuanjia's fight at Jinmen was.
After all, martial arts cannot be studied behind closed doors, but practiced through fighting.
Looking at the chicken feathers and blood in front of me.
Yang Lin didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Isn't what is being taught here not the practical school, but the teaching school, or the theoretical school?
Presumably, senior Chen and Huo Ting'en rarely engage in life-and-death fights on weekdays, and their sense of crisis is seriously lacking.
In terms of actual combat awareness, Yang Lin can say bluntly that they are not even as good as the Meihua Pirates who are only in the Mingjin stage.
At least, Zhang He comes and goes like lightning, killing people everywhere. When he sees that the situation is not going well, he flees far away.
The speed with which he sees the opportunity and the strength of his combat power are actually quite remarkable.
Yang Lin was a little worried now. If Huo Yuanjia came back and saw that his Jingwu Sect was beaten like this, would he secretly blame himself?
In all directions, all the disciples, including Huo Ting'en, who are they looking at at this time?
Not the old man Chen Zizheng.
It’s not the other Jingwu Sect disciples who haven’t taken action yet.
It’s up to you to look at it.
Perhaps, when they felt that they might make a fool of themselves and lose their lives, they finally remembered that there was actually a new martial arts instructor here.
When I first heard the introduction, he seemed to be a powerful swordsman.
There is a name called "Plum Blossom Knife."
At this time, what do you ask Yang Lin to do?
Too bad, he had wanted to take action a long time ago.
One by one, they lined up to deliver the goods, and he didn't even have a chance to say a word.
Now when he goes out to fight, will Chen Zizheng feel that he has slapped him in the face?
Do the disciples of Jingwu Sect think that you are so powerful, what have you been doing? Do you really want to wait until all your brothers and sisters are wounded and killed before taking action, so as to show how powerful you are?
Of course, I can't care about these details at this time...
Being bullied, even if he just came here, he is still a member of the Jingwu Sect. He shares the honor and disgrace. He cannot stay out of it. He will still fight when he should.
What's more, he naturally dislikes these Japanese samurai.
…
"Hold on and start the fight. Sign the life and death certificate first."
By this time, Yang Lin was no longer in a hurry.
"You are a good hand with a knife, but I don't understand why you are still dawdling in a martial arts competition. What kind of life and death certificate are you signing?"
Sato Juichiro's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his eyes narrowed into thin slits.
Having been in the struggle between life and death for many years, he had already sensed some kind of danger.
He knew it was the same feeling.
The other party is a powerful master.
That kind of sharpness can catch people's attention just by looking at it, making people dare not ignore it.
Compared with the previous old man who looked very powerful but was actually at a loss, he was ten times more dangerous.
"I can't trust you Japanese people. If you lose, you will die. Then we will be entangled with you and send out troops. Who has the heart to argue with you?"
This is something that will definitely happen.
Nowadays, the Chinese people are weak. Japan has already sent 5,000 heavily armed troops to the Hongkou District of Shanghai, and the British have warships dragging upstream on the Bund.
Needless to say, the French have a permanent army.
Only the Chinese did not have their own elite troops stationed in Shanghai.
Some are just some militia and business groups, a miscellaneous miscellaneous army.
The guns used in his hands are all junk that has been replaced and eliminated by others.
He really killed a Japanese ronin for no reason. I'm afraid he just killed him today. Before tomorrow, the Japanese military will be dispatched before the night even passes.
When the army gathers, Yang Lin is not a king, how many bullets can he block?
His family, and people like Jingwu Sect.
Everyone will suffer.
Even without the Japanese taking action, the Chinese patrolmen who maintained law and order would kidnap him and plead guilty to his Japanese masters.
But the Japanese are different. They fight and kill whenever they want. If they really kill someone, they just need to make a mistake later.
Apart from the victim, no one will be held accountable.
A weak country has no diplomacy and no self-respect...
This era is so fucked up.
"Baga..." A look of shame and anger flashed across Sato's face, and he said in a deep voice: "Chinese, you underestimate the bushido spirit of the Japanese Empire. We can be defeated, we can die, and we will never give up. "
"Anyway, it doesn't matter if you sign the petition. It's a matter of life and death. Wouldn't it be nice?"
"Okay, it's up to you to sign the life and death certificate."
Sato Juichiro and Watanabe looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
Nong Jinsun walked up hesitantly and whispered: "Master Yang, the Japanese are ruthless and sharp. Look, should we admit defeat first and wait for Master Huo to come back..."
Chen Zizheng let out a long sigh, tore off the strip of cloth, bandaged his palms, and came over and said, "Are you sure? I think the Japanese have superb swordsmanship and are difficult to deal with.
There was also a karate master named Watanabe, who was also watching Dandan. He probably didn't follow the rules. "
"It's okay, I know what's going on."
Yang Lin smiled.
So, he wrote a life and death statement.
Both parties pressed their fingerprints.
It can be said that everyone relies on his own ability, so don't complain if you are beaten to death.
…
"Isn't it a knife competition? Where is your knife?"
The two sides were facing each other. Sato held the knife in his hand and looked at Yang Lin moving forward empty-handed, and asked doubtfully.
"My knife?"
Yang Lin suddenly smiled with an inexplicable meaning:
"In your hand."
Sato was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to understand what he meant.
He slowly leaned down and lowered his head, the cold light in his eyes became stronger, the tail of the scabbard was raised high, and the five fingers of his right hand slowly closed together and rested on the handle of the knife.
"The old man with the Eagle Claw just now was so arrogant that he almost lost his claws. Do you want to imitate him and use a swordless sword?"
"That's right, but in China we don't call it taking without a sword, but we call it empty-handed."
Yang Lin's feet were slightly lowered, his feet were spread apart to shoulder height, and his right hand was lowered and he reached out, "Please."
"Okay, the name of this sword of mine is Leng Yue. I have carried it with me for eight years. I have killed Hokkaido bandits and the Shinin-ryu masters. I killed people without staining their blood.
Tell me your name. Even with your courage, you are qualified to die by my sword and become a famous ghost. "
"I have no interest in telling a dying person my name."
Yang Lin took a deep breath and smiled coldly.
