Datang Longya

Chapter 409 Jiuga, You Can't Beat Me
Leng Feng shook his head: "I don't know what's going on, I'm not the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, nor the Minister of Honglu Temple, how do I know these things? But then again, do you want to challenge the Central Plains martial arts by putting on a ring?" , to attract the emperor's attention?"

"Why not?" Soga Jiro smiled slightly: "The Great Tang is admired by our small country, so the martial arts of the Great Tang should also exist like the suzerain, why worry that we will win?"

It seems that they are very confident in their own skills?
Leng Feng looked at Tang Jin and the moustache warrior who had been prepared, then looked at the weapons in their hands, and asked him, "It's easy to cause casualties if you use a weapon, what do you think?"

Sogajiro nodded: "Although it's a sparring session, there are times when weapons don't look good. If that's the case, let's live or die, how about it?"

Leng Feng also nodded, and looked at Tang Jin: "How is it?"

No one can casually dominate other people's lives. In this life and death arena, if Tang Jin disagrees, Leng Feng will not force him to participate.

Tang Jin nodded firmly: "Yes."

Although he has not officially entered the battlefield, Tang Jin is really not afraid of going all out.

The mustache samurai raised his samurai sword horizontally, squinted his eyes and looked at Tang Jin, his small eyes showed a superb light, although the opponent had a spear in his hand, which was cheaper than him, but he didn't care at all.

For the warriors of the Suga family, there are always only two ways to go: killing the enemy or dying at the hands of the enemy.

Leng Feng sat cross-legged on the edge of the venue opposite Sogajiro, and said to Sogajiro after he sat down, "Let's get started!"

Soga Jiro nodded, and looked at a samurai on the right, that samurai took out a brass bell and rang it vigorously!
Ding!
The crisp sound, along with the ringing of the copper bell, was the sound of the collision of the tip of the gun and the samurai sword. The two people, who were not distracted, responded the moment the bell rang.

Seeing the warrior with the moustache back again and again amidst Tang Jin's crazy attack, Leng Feng couldn't help nodding. This warrior from Su Wo's family is not bad.Tang Jin's gun, if he uses the poke formula, the person who can withstand so many attacks from him is definitely not ordinary.

After all, even Huang Zerui, who also practiced the one-hit-kill-assassination formula, often suffers from him in sparring.

Jingle Jingle!

Every time Tang Jin poked, he was resisted by the mustache warrior. Even so, he was forced to retreat again and again, and he was about to retreat to the side of the field.

And on the sidelines was his master, Soga Jiro.

No more refunds!
The moustache warrior gritted his teeth, opened an empty door of his own, took a hard shot at Tang Jin with his left shoulder, and swung his knife to force Tang Jin to retreat.

With one shot in hand, Tang Jin didn't want to fight at all, and quickly stepped back to Leng Feng's side, taking a stance, guarding against the moustache warrior.

The shot from the moustache warrior wasn't very serious, but blood still came out and dripped down his samurai uniform.

See blood!
Although the two government soldiers were beaten badly just now, they were only injured on the flesh and no blood was seen. Now when they saw the blood, the surrounding people became quiet for an instant.

The mustache warrior glanced at his wound, his small eyes were filled with rage. The warrior's body must not be deformed. A qualified and top-notch warrior should not even have any wounds caused by weapons on his body.

At this time, he was stabbed by someone, and he was still in front of the Lord, the burning pain on his face even overwhelmed the pain of the wound.

"idiot!"

Hearing the mustache warrior's voice, Tang Jin didn't take his eyes off him, and asked Leng Feng: "Duke Yan, what did he just say? Baga? What do you mean?"

Leng Feng smiled slightly: "Translated into our Tang dialect, it's similar to the meaning of 'bastard', anyway, I'm scolding you."

"Hey hey..." Tang Jin smiled smugly, the enemy's pain is his own glory!
"Baga? Jiuga, you can't beat me!"

After Tang Jin finished speaking, Leng Feng translated in Japanese: "Baga? Jiugaoumaiwa, I'll kill him to death."

There shouldn't be much difference between the Wa state dialect in later generations and the Wa state dialect in the Tang Dynasty, right?
"!"

Suga Jiro looked at Leng Feng in shock, this Duke, actually understood what they said?How can this be?The Tang Dynasty and the Wa Kingdom did not have much communication. During the Sui Dynasty, they sent people to the Sui Dynasty, and it took a lot of trouble because of the difference in language.

As a last resort, they found people who could speak Goryeo, Datang, and Wa, and they managed to understand each other's meaning.

Since then, learning Tang dialect has become the number one hobby of high-ranking Japanese officials. Books such as the "Tao Te Ching" collected since the Sui Dynasty are only eligible to be read by high-ranking nobles and emperors.

In Suga Jiro's view, the Central Plains people were so proud that they didn't even bother to learn their Wa dialect. He originally thought that the same was true for Tang at this time.

However, today he met a person who understands their words. In this case, they should be cautious in their words and deeds here!
Hearing Leng Feng's translation, the moustache warrior became even angrier. He simply took off his shirt, and rushed towards Tang Jin shirtless, looking like he would not stop dying.

Tang Jin was not afraid at all, shook the tip of the gun, and the gun came out like a snake, making it impossible to guess where he was going to poke.

puff!
The sound of weapons piercing into flesh.

Tang Jin tore off the sticky fabric on her arm, threw it on the ground, and then tried to pull out the point of the gun that was stuck at the throat of the mustache warrior.

It couldn't be pulled out, because the moustache warrior's hand grasped the tip of the gun too tightly.

After all, he was so fast for a moment, not only forced the Japanese sword that the moustached samurai slashed at his head to change direction, even the moustache samurai quickly grabbed the hand at the throat, and did not prevent the tip of the spear from hitting the target.

Must kill!The throat is the vital point of a person. At this time in the Tang Dynasty, a serious injury to the throat was death, and there was no other way to go.

Seeing his own people being killed, Soga Jiro didn't react at all, he just waved his sleeves, and two of his subordinates came on stage, broke his hands, and took down the spear.He closed his dying eyes, wrapped the mustache warrior in a white cloth like a mummy, and carried him off the stage.

Surprisingly, the samurai who got Tang Jin's spear returned it to Tang Jin with both hands, respectfully and without any sign of anger.

Although the Japanese race is very annoying, they are still very polite to the strong.

Soga Jiro clapped his hands: "What a fast gun! What an accurate gun! It seems that the Tang Dynasty is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. This little boy in the uniform of the Academy of Arts has such martial arts skills, which really opened my eyes. !"

Leng Feng smiled: "That's natural. There are many capable people in the wild Heze in the Tang Dynasty, and what's revealed is just the tip of the iceberg!"

(End of this chapter)