mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 996: Forced to Enter the Arena

【I said: I don’t have any more.】

[The 9th Void Realm Elder stared at me with a gloomy gaze, and the pressure was overwhelming.]

Outer Realm Apprentice, Void Realm Striker, Axiom Master, Void Realm Elder, which are equivalent to those who are three levels stronger than the Fearless Vanguard.

Zhao Chuanxin wrote:

[I said: I really don't have it, but I can contact the supplier. Tomorrow, I am willing to exchange 120 balls of Sand Sea Man Grass for the freedom of the Elf Scout.]

In the Mirage Realm, he really didn't dare to act wildly as he might easily be beaten up by a group of people.

[The elder from the Void Realm stared at me for a long while, then nodded and said: OK.]

Zhao Chuanxin closed the "Old God Code".

The No. 9 Void Realm Elder definitely has bad intentions.

At night, he teleported to Quetzalan.

Recently, the business of the White House Tavern has been gradually improving, but apart from a few drunkards in the town, most of the customers who come here are mounted patrol police, nearby gamblers, passers-by, etc.

Zhao Chuanxin arrived early in the morning and saw a few drunkards lying in the shed in the yard.

He took out the recliner and sat down. Juvencio Torric came running over, panting, and said, "John Constantine, some people from the Catholic Church have come to town and are about to perform an exorcism on some townspeople. Do you want to come and see?"

Zhao Chuanxin is keen on supernatural things, but he doesn't believe in them.

It sounds contradictory, but it's actually curiosity that's at work.

He stood up: "Let's go."

When the two men arrived in the town, the townspeople greeted him respectfully: "Don John Constantine."

In the past, who had the final say in Quetshalan?
Camilo Torric, of course.

Now, if you have any problems, there's nothing wrong with going to Don John Constantine.

Whether it’s the division of family property, disputes between neighbors over land occupied by fences, or town construction plans... go to Don John Constantine for all the trouble.

Of course, Justino handles most of it.

This kid is better at domestic affairs.

Zhao Chuanxin and Juvencio Torric came to Father José Terreros's house.

Zhao Chuanxin saw several people from the Catholic Church beating two women and three men with whips dipped in cold water.

The woman's upper body was also stripped naked, with her back exposed.

People around were talking and pointing.

Through their conversation, Zhao Chuanxin learned that the whips used by the church were dipped in holy water.

Holy water and the so-called "consecration" in China are based on the same principle, both rely on chanting mantras. The difference is that in China it is statues of gods or something, while here it is a cross.

"Snapped!"

After one whip was applied, a woman trembled all over and cried, "I am not possessed by a demon. I am just using traditional methods to exorcise the evil spirits from my home..."

"You still dare to quibble..."

Zhao Chuanxin watched for a long while before he realized that this was not exorcism, but beating of pagans.

The five people were extremely miserable.

Jose Terreros said nothing, but his face turned pale, and it was obvious that he disagreed with this.

Among the five people, a woman saw Zhao Chuanxin, and she seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw: "Don John Constantine, please have mercy and save us..."

The man from the church suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Chuanxin with a sharp gaze: "Are you a Catholic?"

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and shook his head: "No."

"Then what do you believe?"

Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring and thought for a while: "Believe in Taoism, believe in Zen Buddhism, believe in the "Old God Code", and some people also respect me as the God of Time and Space. So, you see..."

Church staff: “…”

He turned pale with anger and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Catch him, he is possessed by the devil!"

Two church members walked towards Zhao Chuanxin aggressively.

The crowd was in an uproar and retreated.

The church is not to be trifled with, but is Don John Constantine always good-tempered?

Sure enough, when the two men approached and just stretched out their hands, Zhao Chuanxin used his palm as a knife and struck the two church members in the throat, one by one.

The two men's eyes bulged out, they staggered back, holding their necks, and fell down at the same time.

poof...

Zhao Chuanxin continued smoking with a smile, as if he was not the one who did it.

The church official pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "How dare you hurt someone from our church? You're done for..."

Two burly maids came over with their large skirts lifted up. They looked ferocious and shouted, "By the Holy Virgin Mary, you pagan, surrender immediately, or else..."

Zhao Chuanxin bent his elbows, held his neck, and raised his knees.

boom.

A maid first bent over involuntarily, then was bounced up by a knee and fell backwards.

Lying on the ground motionless.

The other maid's shrill voice suddenly stopped and she stepped back in horror.

In the crowd, there was a man holding an axe, who seemed to be about to go out to work, and he just passed by to watch the fun.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly grabbed the back of the knife, snatched it away, and changed the handle of the knife. The knife rotated 180 degrees in the air. Zhao Chuanxin accurately grasped the handle of the knife, took a seven-meter-long step forward, and the knife went through the nanny's back and out of her chest.

laugh……

"hiss……"

The people around gasped.

They killed people without authorization, even those in the church.

Zhao Chuanxin acted calm and flicked the cigarette ash with his index finger: "Do you know whose territory this is?"

The church member trembled, but said firmly: "The church is the foundation of this country, Dias recognizes it..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled faintly: "There are two periods in Kuitshalan, one is when I was not here, and the other is when I was here. I am the law here."

In the first half of the last century, many high-ranking Mexicans joined the Freemasons because they drove out the Spaniards and Spain became Catholic.

So, they are anti-clerical.

However, when Diaz came to power, he retained the anti-church regulations of 1857 but did not enforce them. Instead, he established a tacit understanding with the Catholic Church.

As a result, the clergy of the Catholic Church sometimes acted like landlords and gentry, seizing the peasants' land by force and even ostracizing and beating pagans.

The church member widened his eyes: "It's really lawless..."

Zhao Chuanxin slowly walked closer and looked down at him: "Yes, it is lawless, what do you think of it?"

The church staff suddenly grabbed the head of the large cross he was carrying and pulled out a dagger to stab Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin did not retreat but advanced, slightly sideways, and used his big arms to cover his jaw with his empty palm.

Click.

The church member's jaw was dislocated and his neck was stretched as he tilted his neck back, which was very painful, but he could not open his mouth and a "wuwu" sound came out of his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin took a step forward and elbowed.

This is the ear-hooking and elbow-jamming technique in Bajiquan, but puppet fighting requires planning before action, recognizing the enemy's and your own strength, and fighting with confidence, emphasizing absolute power and speed, and aiming for extreme lethality.

So Zhao Chuanxin skipped the defensive move and just elbowed directly.

Click.

The church member's body was bent like a shrimp and flew backwards, knocking over three bystanders.

He fell to the ground, vomiting blood, his face pale as gold paper, and there was no way he could survive.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked the knife that was stuck in the dead nanny's back. The knife spun out and just cut the rope that tied one of the men who were being whipped.

"Untie them."

The man staggered to his feet and did as he was told.

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin did not intend to get too involved in the affairs of Quetzalan, but after coming into contact with Emiliano Zapata, he realized that the country was about to fall into chaos, even faster than the Qing Dynasty. So he might as well win the hearts of the people, which might be useful in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chuanxin flicked away his cigarette butt and said to the onlookers: "In Kuitshalan, there is freedom of belief and personal freedom. If anyone wants to break this rule, you must learn to resist. If you can't resist, come to me."

After saying that, he patted Juvencio Torique on the head and turned away.

At this time, Jose Terreros said, "Don John Constantine, you will get into trouble if you do this. The church people will not let you go."

Zhao Chuanxin said without even turning his head: "If a god stands in my way, I will kill him. If a Buddha stands in my way, I will kill him."

"..."

……

After drifting on the sea for more than 30 hours, Benjamin Goldberg, Zhang Zhankui and his team finally arrived in Shanghai.

When getting off the boat, the martial artists felt their legs go weak.

Zhang Zhankui contacted Huo Yuanjia. When he brought his men to meet Huo Yuanjia, he found that all the qualified martial arts masters from all over the country had come and gathered in Shanghai.

Although Zhao Chuanxin is not in the martial arts world, the people in the martial arts world admire him very much.

At the dinner in the evening, everyone was drinking and chatting. After three rounds of drinks, their faces turned red and they all shouted that they wanted to teach the foreigners a lesson.

Shanghai is a place where all kinds of people mix together.

The masters here spoke loudly, so it was inevitable that others would hear them. Word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. Soon, Opiein and Oliver Burton got wind of the news.

They inquired about the reputations of Huo Yuanjia, Zhang Zhankui, Shang Yunxiang, Sun Lutang and others, and were almost scared to death.

I'm surprised that the country's top martial arts masters are here.

Oliver Burton was a master at using a sword, but Opiein was a complete jerk.

What is a strongman?
It's a bodybuilder.

He is very strong, and ordinary people may not be his match. He has fought in ordinary fights, but he has never even fought to the death with others.

Using Zhao Chuanxin to gain fame is just for the sake of making money.

Now, when he heard so many fighting masters coming to fight, Opiyin was scared.

He said to Oliver Burton, "What to do?"

Oliver Burton frowned. "Even if they are all martial arts masters, I am not afraid. I am confident in my swordsmanship. As long as I use the sword in the ring, they will definitely not be my opponents."

Aopiyin really wanted to say: But I can’t.

But I could never say such words that would destroy my own prestige and boost the morale of others.

He said it another way: "We can't beat four people with two fists. Even if they fight us in a round-robin battle, they can still tire us out."

Oliver Burton didn't believe it: "They wouldn't be so shameless, would they?"

"That's not necessarily true. The Chinese are despicable and like to take shortcuts and use tricks. Otherwise, why would they come with so many people when there are only two of us?"

Oliver Burton wanted to meet these Chinese martial arts masters, but he hesitated after hearing this: "Why don't we hide in the British Concession? They don't dare to enter the concession."

"Okay, let's go on stage again after the storm has died down. Money can't be earned in one day."

"Makes sense."

The two of them hid in the British Concession.

The next day, when Nong Jinsun and others went to the Apollo Cinema to find Opiyin, they learned that he had taken a leave of absence.

After much inquiry, Nong Jinsun found out that the two men had hidden in the British Concession.

So he went back and discussed with his friends how to solve the problem.

Someone suggested: "Why not set a bet of 10,000 gold coins? Those two foreigners are greedy and lustful, and they will definitely be attracted by the silver and money."

Nong Jinsun is a passionate middle-aged man. Upon hearing the news, he paid out of his own pocket and pooled money with several other people to set up a bonus.

However, even with the added bonus, Opium and Oliver Burton still did not come out.

Nong Jinsun went to the British Concession, but was stopped by the British Indian patrol at the gate, who warned them, "Don't make trouble, get out of here. Is the British Concession a place for you to run wild?"

Nong Jinsun went back dejectedly and told Huo Yuanjia, Zhang Zhankui and others what happened. The warriors were all furious.

"coward!"

"Chicken-hearted!"

"Extremely abominable!"

He flirts and then runs away. Are you angry?

Seeing them cursing with their arms exposed and sleeves rolled up, Benjamin Goldberg's eyes turned and he said, "You are all experts, why don't we team up and charge into the British Concession?"

The cursing stopped.

Killing the Japanese, killing the foreign powers, being drunk and courageous without stopping, those are all plots in movies and TV dramas.

In fact, these warriors would never want to bring disaster upon themselves and would not stand under a dangerous wall.

“Don’t be reckless.”

"No."

Only one person, with a skinny body, leaned on a big gun and said calmly: "It's not impossible."

Benjamin Goldberg knew this man. His name was Li Shuwen. He had a bad temper and always had a stern face.

It is said that if you fight with him, you will either be killed or injured in one or two moves.

His personality is similar to that of his master.

Benjamin Goldberg was just kidding.

He saw that these people were very skilled and famous, but they talked more than they did anything, so he deliberately teased them.

Comparing them with the Master, there is a world of difference between them.

Benjamin Goldberg said generously: "Don't worry, if Opian doesn't want to fight, then he won't fight. You have come all the way to Shanghai, and I will cover all the expenses."

Being good at martial arts does not mean being rich.

Benjamin Goldberg's words made everyone secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

But the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

At this moment, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, and a tall figure walked in.

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes lit up and he rushed over.

"Master."

"Wang Wang Wang..."

"The shopkeeper..."

The martial artists were shocked when they heard this: "Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Chuanxin hugged Ganfan's neck, but slapped Suba.

"They are all here."

"..."

how to say.

The man in front of me, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his arm around the dog's neck, had a frivolous smile on his face and seemed a little rude.

It's hard to believe that this is the legendary God of War Zhao Chuanxin. Some people even believe that he is a street urchin.

It's really better to hear about it than to meet it in person.

However, the legends about Zhao Chuanxin cannot be all false.

So everyone could only force a smile.

Benjamin Goldberg introduced Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, this is Master Sun Lutang, the Tiger-Headed Guardian, Master Shang Yunxiang, who conquered the world with his Half-Step Collapse Fist, and Master Liu Baichuan, who is an expert in leg skills..."

how to say?

If these people felt that meeting Zhao Chuanxin was not as good as hearing about him, then Zhao Chuanxin had the same feeling.

Among these people, Huo Yuanjia was considered tall, but he was less than 1.8 meters tall.

Shang Yunxiang is very small, but not shorter than Li Shuwen.

Zhao Chuanxin had heard of these people to some extent, and even later generations of fighting enthusiasts praised them highly and worshipped them as gods.

Disappointed as he was, these people were here to help him. Zhao Chuanxin clasped his fists to show his respect: "I am very grateful for the help from all of you fellow martial artists. I also have some nicknames: A Red Dot Outside the Pass, Fairy from the Sky, Little Black Dragon with Two Guns and Fast Legs, Thunderbolt Mixed Yuan Hands, One Sword Without Blood..."

Zhao Chuanxin counted everything and listed more than ten nicknames.

Everyone was stunned.

I'm afraid, they have heard of many of them.

For example, the nickname of "A Little Red Outside the Pass" seems to be popular in Jilin, the nickname of "Thunderbolt Mixed Element Hand" is popular in Liaodong, and the nickname of "Double Guns and Fast Legs Little Black Dragon" is famous in Beijing, Tianjin and Hebei...

It would be fine for a person to make a name for himself in his lifetime, but this person has made more than ten names.

If what Zhao Chuanxin said was true, then this man's skills were extremely high.

At this time, Li Shuwen in the corner paused and asked, "Mr. Zhao, have you ever practiced with a gun?"

Zhao Chuanxin reached behind his back and found a Madsen heavy machine gun.

Click, load the gun: "Zhao has gained something."

"This..." Li Shuwen was speechless. Are we talking about this gun?
Everyone was startled by the Madsen machine gun.

Fists, feet and cold weapons are no match for this thing.

Whether within seven steps or outside, he is no match for me.

Li Shuwen was a bit serious. He paused and shook his gun: "I'm talking about this gun."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt familiar: "My brother, he seems to be practicing the same shaking as you."

Li Shuwen was surprised: "What's your brother's name?"

"Zhao Zhongyi."

"..." Li Shuwen fell into memories: "Many years ago, my Liuhe spear was not yet well-known. I met a young brother who was pushing a cart northward with his mother sitting in the cart. We were of the same mind and had a great chat. When he saw how powerful I was with my spear, he wanted to worship me as his master. Firstly, my skills were not yet perfect, and secondly, I was not much older than him. So I taught him a few tricks of Liuhe spear practice, but we were not master and apprentice, but brothers. Who knew that he had a very high level of comprehension, and in a short period of time, he actually got the essence of Liuhe spear. If I remember correctly, my brother was called Zhao Zhongyi. Yes, the battalion commander Zhao of Lugang Town seems to be called Zhao Zhongyi, and Mr. Zhao, you... could it be..."

Zhao Chuanxin smacked his lips.

Li Shuwen, the master of spears who was deified by martial arts enthusiasts in later generations and almost worshipped as a god, was actually his elder brother?
Zhao Chuanxin cupped his hands and said, "Don't say anything, big brother."

"..." Li Shuwen: "No, no, I don't deserve it."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

He actually became a relative.

Zhao Chuanxin was originally a legendary figure, but now he has become tainted with the worldly air.

Huo Yuanjia smiled and said, "So they are all family members. Mr. Zhao, those two, Aopiyin and Aolifu, have hidden in the concession. They are really despicable. I am willing to step up and teach them a lesson on behalf of Mr. Zhao, but they are just cowards."

"What the hell? Just hide in the concession and you'll be fine?" Zhao Chuanxin spat, "How can such a good thing happen in the world? Benjamin, you go and set the stage. Tomorrow I'll go to the British Concession and pull them out. We'll decide who's better and who's the better."

Everyone looked at each other: "..."

I'm wondering, can I still do this?

As expected, it’s Zhao Chuanxin.

With his master by his side, Benjamin Goldberg is never afraid of bad guys.

I went out excitedly immediately.

Since Opium usually performs at the Apollo Theater, the stage should be there.

(End of this chapter)