A group of people broke in and kicked the gate of the Jingwu Association very unceremoniously.

No matter which country's perspective, this is a very impolite act and a kind of barren provocation.

Hearing the noise, hundreds of people on the martial arts training ground stopped and froze there, with indignation in their eyes, but no one said anything more.

Just looking towards the direction of the middle hall in a blink of an eye.

They also recognized that these people's clothes were a bit strange, which was a little different from the Chinese clothes at this time. They were obviously Japanese.

"Watanabe, Master Huo is not at home. Are you here to make trouble? Is there any permission from the consulate?"

Nong Jinsun happened to be in Jingwu Sect.

He will come here to take a look when he has time every day.

One is that I am worried, and the other is that I want to select some good seedlings from them and 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 hall, and then invited famous martial arts masters from both north and south to stay in the hall, and they paid and worked hard. What was the purpose? Do you still need to think about it?

‘Did the Japanese see the clues, or because they were angry that Huo Yuanjia defeated the chief Judo Normal School, they attacked the Jingwu Association?’

Looking up, he saw that the soldier who was not following the gun and live ammunition behind him, his face darkened and he shouted.

He actually knew the strong man who rushed in at the age of thirty and rushed in with great momentum.

In Shanghai, Hongkou Dojo not only has a judo hall, but also a karate dojo hall.

This is the Karate teacher, who preaches the practical concept of "no first-handed"

Moreover, it is recommended to use everything when fighting.

He is said to win every battle and strives for the first place.

Long Jinsun also inquired about this person, who may have a background from the Black Dragon Society, has a unclear relationship with the Japanese military. If it is not necessary, he really does not want to have any relationship with him.

"Mr. Nong, don't get me wrong. I'm here this time, I'm actually here to deliver the war post?"

Watanabe hit the sky and blew it, reached out and took out a letter from his arms. With a whoosh, he threw it five or six meters and placed it on the coffee table under the tree.

"Challenge?"

Nong Jinsun laughed, "You want to compete with Master Huo?"

"No, it's my master, Mr. Ryuichi Akutagawa, the first in Karate combat, wants to challenge the Seiwumen Ho Yuanjia.

Last time in the Judoran, Huo Yuanjia caught Mr. Sasaki off guard with despicable means and luckily gained the upper hand.

Afterwards, I actually brag in the newspaper, defaming my Japanese judo to nothing…”

"Fuck, that's Sasaki's vulnerable. My master has only used less than 30% of his strength, so he can't stand being interrupted."

Hearing this, a young man jumped out, pointed at Watanabe angrily, and sneered, "You Japanese can't afford to lose?"

"Junior Brother Ninth..."

"Yanfang, be careful."

The young man just shouted.

Several sounds sounded at the same time.

But Huo Tingen and others saw something was wrong.

Sure enough, a cold light flashed in Watanabe's eyes, and he stepped down and his body was on the side.

Slide forward, lift your legs, and kick sideways.

Completed in one go.

Bang...

The ninth junior brother Li Yanfang had not yet withdrawn his hand. A figure flashed in front of him and he was kicked heavily in the chest and abdomen.

The whole person was in a bow shape, flew upside down, fell three or four meters away, and fell to the ground and vomited blood.

Everyone could still hear the sound of clicking.

I'm afraid, a few bones were broken, not sure if they were sternum or ribs.

"What a heavy leg..."

"Baoshi, if Huo Yuanjia's apprentice is just such a person, his ability seems to be a deception of the world and robbery of your newspaper.

Haha, I will call you the ancestor of the sect behind closed doors. Your martial arts are not good. My master challenged him, which is considered as a way to praise him."

Watanabe lifted his leg in the air without moving...

It took a while to take it back, and patted the legs of the pants and said disdainfully.

"This is how you send out war posts. I think they are here to provoke it, right?"

Nong Jinsun was already very angry, and reached out to suppress Huo Tingen and others' actions to rush forward, and a feeling of something bad arose in his heart.

He turned to look at the Eagle Claw King Chen Zizheng, and both sides looked at each other with a cautious look.

This Watanabe doesn't look very famous, but his basic skills are very profound.

Especially the body is strong and heavy, the legs are superb, and there is no sign of attack at the beginning.

Compared to this, the disciples of Jingwu Sect are obviously not good enough.

What is most vigilant is that when Watanabe took action, his muscles and bones trembled and made a buzzing sound, which was obviously complete.

He is a master of the divine power realm.

Is it indeed a practical genre in Japan?

Any unknown person who comes to China also looks like he has experienced many battles.

Yang Lin frowned slightly and did not look at Watanabe.

His eyes fell behind Watanabe, the thin young man holding a long knife in his hand.

The man has been silent since he came in.

His eyes were also half-closed, and occasionally he shone sharp light from his eyes, just like the knife he hid in the scabbard.

Why follow him?

Because, as a skilled knife player, Yang Lin discovered.

Although this person walked into the guild carelessly, his expression and demeanor were definitely different from those ronin...

He always habitually has the action of tying his legs and sinking his shoulders, with an inexplicable rhythm, as if he was ready to draw his sword anytime and anywhere...

If you want to talk about Watanabe, he is arrogant, like a wolf grinning.

And this person is like a poisonous snake ready to rush.

"What's the ability to only attack sneak attacks?"

Although Nong Jinsun was cautious and wanted to fool him, he was not a warrior after all.

Chen Zizheng was angry and was not easy to do because of his identity. The disciples of Jingwu Sect were very energetic, and some people couldn't help it.

A young man with ice-faced face walked out, and was seven steps away from Watanabe. He pulled down a four-level horse, stretched out one hand and hooked the other hand.

"Zhong Heng, the sixth disciple of Jingwu Sect, learn your master's skills."

"Yeah, the posture is pretty good. I wonder if it's useful or not?"

Watanabe's lips curled up and looked at Zhong Heng squintly, but his feet kept walking forward without any precaution.

"If you are not good, try grandpa's fist, just..."

Zhong Heng didn't seem to talk much, and he didn't communicate much with his brothers. He just practiced hard and could see the hatred in his eyes.

But unexpectedly, when I started to fight, I was very skilled and had a sharp mouth.

However, this time, his verbal talk came in handy.

I was only halfway through my words, and I felt a terrible wind rushing to my face.

I saw Watanabe, who was still sarcastic and ridiculing, suddenly turned into a big step. He leaned forward, raised his right hand and shouted loudly, and cut down like an axe.

At this moment, his shoulders and elbows seemed to be separated from his body, and it was extended by as many as three or five inches for no reason.

It was already far away, but the hand knife had already slashed Zhong Heng's forehead.

At this time, Zhong Heng could only stop the conversation, take a step back to defend, and raise his arm to block it.

He practices Huo Family Fist and is used to hard bridges and hard horses on weekdays. He actually doesn't pursue much of a move first and then. He wants to block this move and fight back.

As soon as his arm touched Watanabe's hand knife, Zhong Heng's face changed immediately...

He felt half of his body as if he was electrocuted, sour, numb, swelling and painful, and he couldn't get back in one breath.

The other party's hand knife is not only fast.

And heavy.

The eardrums were also buzzing by the loud shout.

Just when he felt something was wrong, he wanted to turn it over and dodge it.

But he found that a trace of mockery flashed in Watanabe's eyes. He raised his slash and his elbow was like a gun, and he hit his chest with the flow.

Zhong Heng's reaction was not slow. He turned sideways slightly at the critical moment, pushed his shoulders out, and with a click, his shoulder fractured and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!