On April 15th, the heavy rain began to clear up.

The weather is gradually getting hotter and hotter, so people take off their heavy clothes and put on light summer clothes.

Some people even bare their chests and shoulders, enjoying the humidity of early summer and the sultry heat that seemed to be too thick to get rid of.

What's hotter than the weather is people's mood.

In Zhang Yuan, two distinct groups of people were already sitting and standing.

A group of well-dressed people with reserved faces, some wearing tall hats and fancy clothes, even holding civilized sticks in their white gloves. When looking at people, they squinted their eyes.

Yang Lin knew that those people were French and British.

Some stood there upright and fierce, like iron-hard granite, dark and silent.

Yang Lin knew that he was Japanese.

On the other side, there were noisy Lifu, vegetable farmers, and strong men in coarse cloth and native clothes with sweat stains on their faces.

These are warriors from Shanghai and disciples of the Jingwu Sect.

Disciples of the Jingwu Sect can be found in all walks of life, but there are no idlers.

Many people even finished their work at home and went to Jingwu Sect to practice martial arts for a while before arriving at Zhangyuan to cheer for the master of Jingwu Sect.

Of course, not all the people in this square are miserable ordinary people.

There is also a group of people who are also of extraordinary bearing and wear long robes and mandarin jackets. These are the progressive youths and martial arts people in Shanghai.

After all, he is a person with status. At this time, when facing audiences from all over the world, he still needs to pay attention to his image.

This competition has been reported by media from various countries, and even if it is not a household name in Shanghai, it has been widely spread.

In fact, most of the people who can really come to Zhangyuan to watch the game are celebrities at the top of society, and others have more or less status.

Either an official or a businessman.

There are those who are dependent on foreigners, and there are patriotic people who stand with the Jingwu Sect.

Other ordinary citizens can only listen outside and cannot actually enter the competition venue.

Yang Lin also noticed.

At this time, Huang Jingyun and Fatty Huang became particularly active.

He was nominally trying to maintain order, but in fact, he was going back and forth talking to some dignitaries.

Talking about some business and chatting about relationships, he seems to be a good dancer and makes people dislike him no matter how much he does.

Yang Lin noticed that the little British princess was also sitting on the side table at this time...

There was a table in front of her with tea and cakes.

Not far from her, an unsmiling middle-aged man was looking at her with a knife-like gaze.

Seems very unkind.

"That's Grande, he's a tough guy. You should remember him, right?"

Huo Yuanjia suddenly said from the side.

As a warrior at the peak of dark strength and a step into transforming strength, his senses are still very keen at this time.

Grande just glanced over, and he sensed the deep hostility.

"How could you not remember that I personally sent his nephew Russell on his way? However, if you want to deal with me, I'm afraid he won't survive until that time."

Yang Lin glanced at Grande, then at the fat man Huang running around, and a smile flashed across his lips.

He also said with some worry: "Master Huo, you should recuperate at home. The residual poison is still there, so your body can't move around yet."

Once Huo Yuanjia relaxed, it was obvious that his energy and energy were not as good as before, and the threat of poisoning and injury finally emerged.

He is now not much different from an old man who is over sixty years old. He looks a bit out of character.

However, the complexion on his face was a little rosier, obviously because he had taken the right medicine.

It's not that he can't be saved, it just takes a little longer.

"If I don't exert my strength and don't create nameless fire, my body can still hold on. I just need to take good care of it.

It's you, today is a great day for you to boost your national prestige and severely attack Japanese karate, so how could I not come?"

Huo Yuanjia's tone was regretful.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would personally take part in this competition and fight to the death with the Japanese.

Deducing a sad and helpless ending tragedy.

Although he was reduced to watching the battle at this time, the passion in his heart has never faded.

Chen Zizheng, Zhang Yuquan and others also gathered around, "Fight well and let the little devils see how powerful our Chinese Kung Fu is... Master Yang, this time, no matter what the result is, the Japanese will not be given a chance to exploit the situation."

We have united with all our comrades and set up hidden traps around us to keep a close eye on them.

Just feel free to take action and don't show mercy."

"Thank you, seniors."

Yang Lin cupped his hands and thanked him.

He looked at the Japanese who were sitting solemnly next to him and saw the officer in a straight military uniform with a cold face and dozens of soldiers standing behind him.

I understand deep down in my heart and understand the identity of the other party.

Wang Xiaoqiao sent a message overnight saying that subtle movements of the Japanese army had been detected. During the competition, it was suspected that something might happen.

However, at this time, the arrow is on the string. No matter what kind of evil spirits the Japanese are holding in their hearts, they can only go on like this.

Yang Lin secretly became more alert. He took a second look at the long wooden base at the feet of Fujita Tsuyoshi, Akutagawa Ryuichi and others, and then turned his eyes.

In the Jingwu Sect square formation, there was a young man wearing a gray cloth shirt and a peaked cap, walking back and forth like a loach. That was Wang Xiaoqiao.

Be on guard against others and yourself, and make complete preparations.

Yang Lin is not Huo Yuanjia. He has done a lot of preparations in all aspects.

I would rather have a little trouble beforehand than regret later.

Of course, various preventive measures are just some helpless means to guard against villains and not gentlemen.

The real highlight is the life and death fight with Akutagawa Ryuichi.

Only if you win will all this be meaningful.

…

Under the eyes of witnesses, both parties signed the life and death certificate with their own hands.

After taking the hand mold, Akutagawa Ryuichi said nothing.

He walked to the solid wood arena three meters above the ground, stood on the east side, closed his eyes and rested, and said nothing.

Yang Lin knew that the other party was cultivating murderous intent and gaining momentum.

Whether it's kendo, judo, or karate, Japan has such a skill.

The silence before the fight started was to wait for a more violent explosion later.

Yang Lin got on the ring, walked slowly across the ring, and stood on the west side.

Feeling the thick and solid wood under my waist, I thought that the opponent did not do anything on the floor of the ring, and that there should only be small movements under the ring.

Wait until the gray-haired old referee who came from England loudly shouted the start.

Yang Lin concentrated his mind and raised his eyes to look at Akutagawa Ryuichi.

He was actually very curious.

To be able to kill Huo Yuanjia on the original historical line, even if this person used many tricks, he should be unique and must have some powerful trump cards.

With the demeanor of a great nation, Yang Lin did not take the lead.

Because he has the first strike and unparalleled attack speed, it really doesn't matter whether he takes the lead or not, but he is happy to show off his grace.

Then, he saw Akutagawa Ryuichi's feet, as if testing whether the water was hot enough, slowly reaching forward step by step...

Land gently, step on the table firmly, and take another step.

He stood with his hands in front of his chest, half-bent and stretched out, with his palms like knives. He bowed and straightened his back, and his whole body collapsed into a bow.

He walked a short distance of seven or eight meters for half a minute, but he still didn't get close to Yang Lin.

Grass……

You said you challenged Jingwu Sect, but you actually started fighting.
Chapter completed!