“I don’t want to see any mistakes in this competition.

If this plan goes wrong, it will bring shame to the Japanese Empire. I don't mind disappointing the cabinet ministers and let the military take action directly."

The two hammered out some details.

Fujita Tsuyoshi was still a little worried, so he said these words without looking back, and left with the sword on his waist.

Akino gritted his teeth and felt uneasy after thinking about it. He touched the injection hidden in his arms and came to Mingxin Karate Gym.

Preparations must of course be done better.

If Akutagawa Ryuichi is vulnerable, then all plans will be useless.

It's all very lively here.

In the spacious karate gym, hundreds of people were punching, kicking, and cheering loudly.

Everyone has murderous intent in their eyes, as if the empty space in front of them is their enemy who killed their father and mother.

"It is said that Mingshin Ryu can clear the mind and stop desires. But it seems to me that every move and every move used is to kill the opponent. It seems that it is not to stop desires, but to indulge them."

Doctor Akino came to the side of the gym, where rows of thick wooden stakes were erected.

Akutagawa Ryuichi did not take any time off at this time. Instead, he went bare-chested and used his fists and palms, like sharp blades, to sweep across the thick log piles and cut them down layer by layer.

His body is like a bulldozer. Wherever he goes, he becomes shorter.

The broken wooden pile had neat cracks, as if it had been chopped with a knife or an axe.

Akino's teeth hurt when he saw it, but he had a little more confidence in him.

Although this person is not as inhuman as Tsuyoshi Fujita, his hands and feet have been trained to the limit of the human body. No matter how strong the opponent's body is, as long as he is hit, he will probably be seriously injured even if he is not dead.

That's what martial arts is like.

When you punch someone, you have to guard against getting kicked by them.

Fighting back and forth, as long as there is no huge disparity in strength, in the end, what is truly reliable is the ability of both parties to resist the attack.

Seeing Akutagawa Ryuichi's attack power and physical strength, he thought to himself that even if he met an unparalleled genius like Yang Lin, he should be able to compete.

Coupled with the methods I prepared for him, it would be very difficult to lose this battle.

Akutagawa Ryuichi stopped, picked up the white towel on the side, wiped the fine sweat on his body, and said with a cold smile: "Clearing the mind and stopping desire is the ultimate goal, just like an old Chinese Taoist saying, only by carefully experiencing the world of mortals can you see through the world of mortals.

If you just meditate in the mountains, you will not achieve enlightenment even if you meditate for a lifetime.

My approach to cessation of desire is based on the same principle... I must first indulge the desires in my heart and have the evil thoughts of killing people, then I can restrain my spirit, regard killing as non-killing, and tyrannize myself. This is the true meaning of cessation of desire."

"Mr. Akutagawa is indeed a great talent. He is worthy of being the number one practitioner of karate in Japan. He has a profound understanding of the true meaning of life and death combat."

Akino praised.

He had to admit that the other party's fallacy sounded like the same thing.

At least it can be justified.

Of course, no one can tell whether after indulging in desires, one can really stop the desires and take oneself to a higher level.

"No wonder people compare the Shotokan of Mr. Akutagawa and Mr. Funakoshi. You are indeed both outstanding people in karate."

"Don't talk to me about Funakoshi, that hypocrite. His tricks are purely deceptive, and so many people still believe them. If you don't fight, you have to fight, and cultivating your mind is what matters, so why do you practice martial arts?

When things come to a head, wouldn't it be good to sit down and reason with someone?"

Akutagawa Ryuichi's face was full of sarcasm, as if he looked down on Funakoshi Yokoyama.

It is true that colleagues are enemies.

This is especially true for two people with similar reputations.

Akino wisely shut up and stopped talking about the Shotokan in Funakoshi Yokoyama. He just changed the topic.

"Tomorrow, Mr. Akutagawa will compete with the Jingwu Sect. This time Yang Lin is replaced. I heard that it is more difficult to deal with than Huo Yuanjia. I wonder how sure you are of winning?"

"Be sure, haha..."

Akutagawa Ryuichi sneered: "Before the fight, no one dared to say that we would definitely win. Everyone in the country said that Huo Yuanjia had a false reputation and was vulnerable...

Just like that idiot Sasaki, he was so arrogant that he thought he could defeat Fearless. But as soon as he got started, his opponent broke his arm and lost a man who was so powerful in the Japanese Empire."

He turned his palm into a knife, stretched out his hand, and with a chirp, he easily cut through the hard wooden stake, and then cut off a section. He laughed at himself and said: "Just like this wooden stake, it looks very hard and thick, but in fact it is

It's dead, no matter how you hit it, any martial artist who has practiced to an advanced level can cut it off.

But this doesn’t mean anything. If there is a real fight, it depends on everyone’s adaptability and grasping the glimmer of understanding between life and death.”

Akutagawa Ryuichi is very confident in his actual combat skills, but he doesn't dare to say that he will underestimate the world.

In fact, among hundreds of actual street battles, he almost died several times due to the opponent's strange moves.

For example, a random wine bottle, a chopstick on the dining table, a steel skewer for skewers...even a kite in a child's hand may become a murder weapon.

If he hadn't been careful, he would have died long ago.

Practicing is one thing, fighting is another.

Akutagawa Ryuichi did not think that Huo Yuanjia, who could win the first place in Tianjin, open a museum in Shanghai, and defeat warriors from all over the world, was a weakling in actual combat.

Therefore, he is confident that he can win, but he will never underestimate his opponent.

And this time the opponent is Yang Lin, who is stronger and younger than Huo Yuanjia.

He was even more vigilant and did not dare to be careless.

He understands that there are always many people in history who cannot be regarded by common sense, but who can often test the sword in the world at a weak age and become a generation of masters.

Such as Miyamoto Musashi, Yagyu Jubei and others back then.

He reached his peak as soon as he debuted, and he killed countless famous people under his command, which is completely unreasonable.

This kind of person is like God's own son, and cannot be valued too highly.

He also turned a blind eye to some of the petty tricks played by the military.

Whether it's poisoning, plotting, or plotting to attack people's hearts, they can play whatever they want.

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Other things are not important in Akutagawa Ryuichi's heart.

Future generations will only remember the winners, but not the losers. How did they fail?

Would it be fair?

"Just try your best to survive in death."

He can only promise that he will fight every battle as the last battle in his life.

Facing Akutagawa Ryuichi like this, Dr. Akino found that he didn't need to say anything because the other person saw it more clearly than he did.

He reached out and took out a small injection from his pocket and handed it over, "This is a new product developed by Akita Laboratory at a huge cost, and there is not much in stock.

Tomorrow's competition, if necessary, you can inject it into the body...

This drug can increase cell vitality in a short period of time and produce unique secretions, allowing you to more than triple your body's strength and hardness within a cup of tea."

call out……

Akutagawa Ryuu's eyes shot out a scorching light, as if he wanted to burn the person. He clenched the medicine in his hand and asked in a deep voice: "What are the side effects?"

"Within a month, the body became weak, and the strength, speed and physical vitality were reduced to 30% of their original value."

"Thank you."

"Everything is for the glory of the empire."

"For the glory of the empire."

The two of them smiled similarly.

…

Yang Lin returned to the bedroom, ignoring the worried or excited eyes outside.

He also didn't want to know what kind of plans the Japanese had.

In fact, with the power of Jingwu Sect, there is nothing we can do to investigate.

What secret espionage methods, what strategies and tactics.

He, the Jingwu Sect, including Wang Xiaoqiao, combined, couldn't beat the Japanese.

Because, there is a country on the opposite side, which is launching an attack with all its strength, working together to attack, and making a complete plan.

As for people like myself, they can be regarded as stragglers at best.

How does this compare?

Therefore, if strategies and tactics are not as good as those of humans, let’s start with strength.

As long as you have the power to break everything.

Any strategies or clever calculations are just nonsense and not worth mentioning.
To be continued...