mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 997: I won’t let you fall, I will kill you unilaterally
Apollo Cinema, 52 Sichuan Road, Shanghai.

Benjamin Goldberg and Nong Jinsun went to discuss setting up the competition.

Nong Jinsun thought Benjamin Goldberg was just a child, so he volunteered to negotiate on his behalf.

Unexpectedly, the other party was extremely arrogant: "Do you know what this place is? Who dares to come here and act wild?"

Nong Jinsun said angrily: "You are also Chinese, why do you speak like this?"

"Don't give me that." The other party was still arrogant.

Nong Jinsun felt helpless.

At this moment.

"Snapped."

Benjamin Goldberg got a slap in the face right away.

The other party was stunned: "You, you dare to hit someone?"

"My master is Zhao Chuanxin. He asked me to set up the arena. I'll give you one night to prepare. If you can't set up the arena well, you can't do it. My master demolished the Apollo Cinema."

The other party was shocked when he suddenly heard the three words "Zhao Chuanxin", but he still said stubbornly: "Who knows whether what you said is true or false?"

Zhao Chuanxin, he really couldn't afford to offend him.

"Haha, just because I mentioned the three names Zhao Chuanxin, just because I dared to say that I was his apprentice, you must set up a stage, otherwise you will bear the consequences yourself, don't say I didn't warn you."

"..."

The other party was speechless.

"Okay, fine then. I'll go back and tell the manager."

Benjamin Goldberg didn't waste time talking to him: "The stage is ready, and the posters are posted. The name will be - Zhao Chuanxin vs. Opiyin. If the venue is not full, you can wait for my master to come find you."

The other party was sweating profusely: "Definitely, definitely..."

Benjamin Goldberg turned and walked away, and the dazed Nong Jinsun hurried to follow him.

Is the sense of disparity in being human so strong?

This foreign kid just mentioned "Zhao Chuanxin", and the other party just did as he said?
……

Although Zhao Chuanxin came to Shanghai, Bronze Eye No. 21 was hung on the top of the flagpole on the east side of Dongsha Island, overlooking the surrounding area.

Whenever the Japanese came to seek revenge, he would rush back immediately.

By the way, he sent a telegram to Lubin Prefecture at the post office, telling Cui Fenghua that he was in Shanghai.

The content of the telegram Cui Fenghua sent to him in reply was very long. First, the Japanese consulate sent notes to the Qing court and Lubin Prefecture at the same time to protest against Zhao Chuanxin's indiscriminate killing of innocent people on Xize Island.

Yes, Japan was still talking about Nishize Island, not Dong-Sha Island, which made Zhao Chuanxin want to kill.

The second was the accountability of the International Arms Limitation Commission in The Hague, which asked Zhao Chuanxin to report why the Japanese were massacred on Nishize Island.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin could no longer hold back the rage in his heart.

Finally, Cui Fenghua told Zhao Chuanxin and Situ Meitang's investigation results that Kang Youwei is currently in Torreón, Mexico.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Zhang Shouzeng to reply to the Japanese: If you don't seek death, you won't die. From now on, the family name of Dongsha Island will be Zhao.

He sent a telegram directly to the Hague Arms Limitation Commission, and his reply was simple and clear, just four words - personal grudge.

After sleeping in the hotel for a night, Zhao Chuanxin got up the next day. His puppet servants washed his hair and shaved his face, and wiped his leather shoes. Zhao Chuanxin put on his custom-made suit and windbreaker by Brooks Brothers and went out.

In the hall, all the martial artists gathered.

Previously, Benjamin Goldberg said he wanted to break into the British Concession, but everyone declined for various reasons.

When Zhao Chuanxin came, they were eager to try.

Because last night we listened to Nong Jinsun talk about how Benjamin Goldberg used his master's name to get things done, everyone felt that following Zhao Chuanxin would be a safe bet at best.

And you can become famous.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Everyone, just go to the Apollo Cinema and wait. Remember, don't buy a ticket when you go in, just say my name. They let Opinion use me as a signboard to make money, and I haven't settled the score with them yet."

Everyone: "..."

There was nothing to say, so I could only follow Benjamin Goldberg to the cinema.

Zhao Chuanxin went out, called a rickshaw, and headed to the British Concession.

The rickshaw driver put the rag on his shoulder and said, "Please sit down, stand up..."

When they arrived at the place, Zhao Chuanxin paid the driver, but he said, "I didn't calculate the distance well. Please give me an extra 1 cents."

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to give a tip, but he grinned when he heard this: "Just blame me for being poor, not stingy. Besides, why should poor people make things difficult for poor people?"

The driver's face changed and he whistled. Two more drivers came over and stared at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin extended his index finger and motioned for them to wait: "I'm going to borrow some money, don't worry."

As he spoke, he walked towards the entrance of the British Concession.

The three drivers wanted to stop the car, but they didn't dare to do so in the foreign concession. After all, the police in the British concession were not used to them, so they had to wait patiently.

Zhao Chuanxin walked straight towards the British Concession, and of course the soldiers would stop him.

"stop."

"Stand still, stand still." Zhao Chuanxin swung his arm sideways and punched a soldier on the larynx.

The Indian soldier covered his neck and fell down with his head tilted back.

The other man hurriedly reached for his gun, but Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his arm and kicked him in the thigh.

The powerful force made the soldier fall sideways and heavily to the ground, and Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped on him.

bang.

The soldier rolled his eyes and fainted.

The three drivers were so scared that their hands and feet went numb and they looked at each other.

Zhao Chuanxin was heard shouting to the British Concession police who had hurried over: "Those three rickshaw drivers asked me to rob them of their money."

I... The three drivers turned their cars around and ran away without saying a word.

One of the patrolmen rushed over with a short stick in his hand. Zhao Chuanxin took a step forward. The patrolman did not expect that he could take a step forward five meters. It was too late for him to brake. Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the short stick and knocked him out of his hand. The patrolman flew backwards.

Zhao Chuanxin swung his short stick and collided with the short stick coming from the other side.

The patrolman's palm was numbed by the shock, and the short stick flew out of his hand and slashed into the face of another patrolman.

Click.

The bridge of my nose is broken.

Zhao Chuanxin hit the patrolman in front of him with a stick, and the cheek was deformed and a tooth flew out.

Passersby inside and outside the British Concession were stunned.

Do you dare to think?
There are actually people running wild in the British Concession.

Zhao Chuanxin took three running steps, used the reaction shoulder straps to reduce the gravity, and with the combined efforts of Violent Armor and Xingyue, Zhao Chuanxin floated onto the top of the wall, took another step, and landed on the roof.

The people below only saw the lifted hem of the windbreaker.

Zhao Chuanxin put on sunglasses, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly on the roof.

Someone below shouted, “Who are you?”

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin, let Zhe Meisen come out."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Every time Zhao Chuanxin came to the British Concession, something bad happened.

Last time, Zhe Meisen was almost scared to death, and Zhao Chuanxin took over the Kaiping Coal Mine.

What are you here for this time?

There was a group of British soldiers coming down below, but no one dared to act rashly.

Soon, Zhemison came trotting over with a walking stick in his hand, not caring about his hat even though it had fallen off.

"Don't do it, don't do it..."

he shouted as he ran.

It's hard for this old man, he has to suffer like this at his age.

Zhao Chuanxin took a step downwards, as if he was not so captured by the earth's gravity. He floated to the ground and stood in front of Zhe Meisen.

Zhe Meisen was too shocked to care about it. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and asked quickly, "Mr. Zhao, what are you doing in the British Concession?"

"I came here mainly to say something to you."

Zhemison was confused: "What? You can just send a telegram, no need to bother to go there in person."

"No, I have to tell you in person - you are old, you should take care of your health, be more steady in your work, and don't dare to run around all the time."

Zhemison, who was still gasping for breath, felt his head buzzing.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "In addition, I'm here to invite two British people to join the competition. One is called Opiein, and the other is called Oliver Burton."

"Ah, this..." Zhe Meisen smoothed his messy hair: "Who are they?"

The follower who followed him hurriedly whispered something to him.

Jameson's eyes widened.

Damn it, I actually caused him trouble.

These two idiots.

Why pick on Zhao Chuanxin when there are so many people to pick on? It's like lighting a light in the toilet, seeking death.

However, these two people were British and Jameson should protect them.

He said in embarrassment: "Mr. Zhao, they don't want to participate in the ring."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled again: "I made the rules for the ring. If you are called, you must go up. We must abide by the rules to get things done."

Zhemison racked his brains but couldn't think of a good solution.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin had already taken out his war bow and poverty arrows: "How about this, you choose, you are responsible for sending them to the Apollo Cinema, or I will invite them personally?"

"Mr. Zhao, please don't be like this. Can you give me some time?"

"No problem. I'll give you three counts. Two..."

Fuck fuck fuck...

Zhemison had just breathed a sigh of relief when sweat broke out on his forehead again: "No, no, no, I'll take someone to send them to the Apollo Cinema."

Zhao Chuanxin put away his bow, climbed onto the roof and walked out: "If they don't arrive before eleven o'clock, I will make this place awash with blood."

Jameson shuddered.

……

Benjamin Goldberg and Zhang Zhankui didn't have to wait long at the Apollo Theater.

Zhao Chuanxin is back.

Huo Yuanjia stepped forward and said, "Mr. Zhao, what's the matter?"

"Tell the host that Opiyin and his team will arrive before 11 o'clock, and have the theater notify the audience."

Time passed by minute by minute.

The audience at the Apollo Cinema is growing.

Most of them came for Zhao Chuanxin.

"Where is Zhao Chuanxin?"

"Which one is Zhao Chuanxin?"

"Will the Apollo Cinema not deceive us?"

"That's the Yankee martial artist over there?"

"It doesn't look that good..."

"Maybe the tallest and strongest one should go on stage."

"Why not Zhao Chuanxin himself?"

"You are stupid. The battlefield and the ring are two different things. Guns are used on the battlefield, while fists and feet are used in the ring. You have also seen Aopiyin. He is strong and his neck is as thick as his head. His arms are as long as my thighs. If Zhao Chuanxin fails to win, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the Chinese people?"

"No way, Zhao Chuanxin is the God of War."

"That's useless. Just wait and see. It will definitely be the martial artist named Huo Yuanjia who will come on stage..." The entire venue was packed.

There were even many people who strongly requested to buy standing tickets.

The field was packed with people.

On the other side, the martial arts group was also discussing this.

"This is a British strongman with great brute force. I think it will be no problem for Mr. Zhao to fight against him." The younger Wang Ziping was inevitably impatient.

In fact, I have some doubts about Zhao Chuanxin's ability.

Sun Lutang and Shang Yunxiang were very calm and did not say anything.

Du Xinwu said, "Please be patient, I will ask to go on stage."

"That's not necessary. I'll go on stage later." Zhang Zhankui said with clenched fists.

Huo Yuanjia smiled faintly and said, "Everyone, let me do it. Brother Nong only invited me at the beginning. Things must be done from beginning to end."

Everyone was talking.

Li Shuwen didn't say anything.

Benjamin Goldberg turned a deaf ear to their conversation.

joke.

You all practice martial arts, but my master practices Taoism.

Finally, it was half past ten in the morning.

Four British soldiers led the way and escorted two white men, one tall and one short, into the venue.

The whole place was boiling.

"It's Opiyin."

"They're coming."

"Now there's something good to watch."

Even if Zhao Chuanxin did not play, this kind of competition involving Chinese and foreign skills would cause a sensation, not to mention that it was said that Zhao Chuanxin would come.

At this point, Benjamin Goldberg stood up, went to the manager of the Apollo Theater, and said to him: "Reporters can come in, but they are not allowed to take pictures."

"Why is that?" The manager was puzzled. "Zhao Chuanxin is a patriot who has made a name for his country. Why can't he take photos?"

"I told you you can't." Benjamin Goldberg said in a bad tone.

"Okay, okay..." The manager hurriedly did as he was told.

Opiyin went on stage very reluctantly.

He heard the cheers from the audience, and he naturally became aggressive, raised his strong arms and roared like a wild beast.

The audience became even more enthusiastic.

Over at the Martial Arts Group, some people looked solemn.

Some people remain calm.

Judging from the appearance alone, this Opinion does look a bit creepy.

When he roared, the veins on his neck were visible.

No martial artist in the field was as strong as him.

The other Oliver Burton was much inferior, with curly medium-length hair and a beard, but his hand was tightly holding the sword at his waist.

At this time, the host on the stage said: "I don't need to introduce these two people. One is the British strongman Opium, and the other is the British swordsman Oliver Burton.

Next, please welcome the God of War Zhao Chuanxin."

There was an uproar.

Zhao Chuanxin actually came?
Most people have only heard of the legend of Zhao Chuanxin but have never seen him in person.

I saw a tall man, his suit fit him very well. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He could be considered strong, but he was much inferior to Opiyin.

His hair was combed back, with only a few strands in front of his forehead that were messy, as if blown by the wind.

His face was covered with a thick but neatly trimmed beard.

He walked calmly and showed no stage fright. He waved to the audience, causing loud screams.

Opiyin and Oliver Burton were also looking at Zhao Chuanxin.

When Zhao Chuanxin appeared, their worries were slightly alleviated.

Aopiyin felt that Zhao Chuanxin was not as strong as him, and even if he couldn't beat him, at least he could protect himself.

However, Oliver Burton felt that Zhao Chuanxin's posture did not seem like that of a sword practitioner.

Zhao Chuanxin unbuttoned his suit and threw it toward the audience, where it happened to fall into the arms of Benjamin Goldberg who was sitting in the front row.

He stretched his neck and said to the host, "Sign the life and death agreement."

In the audience, Zhemison, who came to watch the fight, hurried to the front of the stage and said, "No, they are not signing a life and death agreement. This is just a normal fighting exchange."

"What the hell?" Zhao Chuanxin pricked up his eyes. "Are you looking down on me? Are you worried that they will beat me to death? Don't worry, Zhao is making this clear. If they beat me to death, it will be my fault. No one will seek revenge."

Zhemeisen: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the death agreement and said to Opiyin and Oliver Burton, "Sign!"

Opiyin shook his head.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and a Winchester M1897 appeared in his hand. He loaded the gun with one hand and pointed it at the two men: "Do you want to sign?"

Opiein and Oliver Burton nodded quickly: "Sign."

The audience was in an uproar.

As expected, just as the rumors said, Zhao Chuanxin was moody and would easily turn hostile and shoot when he did.

This is definitely the first time that someone has been forced to sign a death agreement at gunpoint.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: They have AK Media, and he, Zhao Chuanxin, also has Winchester Media.

Zhao Chuanxin also went up and signed his name in a flamboyant manner.

He collected his gun and asked the two men, "Who will go first?"

Opiein whispered to Oliver Burton, "Today, the two of us have to fight to the death. We must kill Zhao Chuanxin, otherwise it will be difficult to leave the Apollo Cinema."

Oliver Burton nodded: "Me first, or you first?"

Aopiyin's face was grim: "I'll go first. I'm stronger than him. Even if I can't beat him, it will be hard for him to kill me. Wait until I've exhausted him, and then you stab him to death with your sword."

Oliver Burton said cautiously: "You have to be careful and focus on depleting his energy."

Opiyin stepped onto the stage: "Me first."

Zhao Chuanxin bent his knees, jumped more than three meters, and floated onto the stage.

This move not only left Opiyin dumbfounded, the audience below the stage was stunned, and even the martial arts team was confused.

There are many martial artists who are flexible and have strong leg explosive power, but the only one who can jump more than three meters high like Zhao Chuanxin is probably the legendary Bodhidharma crossing the river...

Zhao Chuanxin asked Aopiyin: "I heard that you called me the sick man of East Asia?"

"..." Aopiyin was originally terrified, but he had already signed a life and death agreement, so he decided to go all out: "You Chinese are all the sick men of East Asia, and you are no exception."

The martial arts group below the stage suddenly stood up.

Even though they valued their lives, they were still furious after hearing Opiyin's insulting words with their own ears.

On the stage, Zhao Chuanxin put one hand in his pocket and hooked his finger at Aopiyin with the other hand.

Aopiyin was provoked and forgot about Zhao Chuanxin's identity. He became bolder and bolder, thinking to himself, if you are so arrogant, don't blame me for beating you to death today.

He let out a roar and rushed forward like a wild beast.

He starts with a big swing punch.

It has some shadow of boxing, but it is not professional enough and the forward swing is too big.

Zhao Chuanxin stood still and there was an exclamation from the audience.

He waited until Opiyin's punch was about to land before he had time to throw his elbow.

thump.

"Ah..." Opiyin roared again.

This time it hurt.

It turned out that Zhao Chuanxin's elbow was just hitting the inside of his forearm.

Without waiting for Opiyin to withdraw his hand, Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his left hand, locked Opiyin with his elbow, and threw an uppercut without any back swing.

thump.

Opiyin's head jerked back.

His eyes lost focus and he wanted to fall backwards, but Zhao Chuanxin pulled him up and he stood up straight.

Zhao Chuanxin calmly took a step back, stepped forward, jumped, and threw a Superman punch.

thump.

Opiyin's head jerked back again.

Zhao Chuanxin fell down, put his hand around the back of Aopiyin's neck to prevent him from falling to the ground, and straightened him up.

He kicked his calf hard.

Click.

Kick the other leg.

Click.

At this time, Opiyin could no longer stand steadily.

However, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed one of his arms to prevent him from falling. Then Zhao Chuanxin went behind him, pulled his arm with his left hand and hit him with his elbow with his right hand.

Click.

Fold your arms outward at a 90-degree angle.

At this time, the audience was already screaming in fear.

On the other hand, everyone in the Martial Arts Group had a solemn look on their faces.

I blanch.

Fighters at this time often competed with each other all year round, and just two moves could result in death or injury.

They could see that when Zhao Chuanxin fired the first cannon, Opinin had already lost consciousness.

Later, Zhao Chuanxin just straightened him up and continued beating him.

This is no longer a contest of skills, this is one-sided abuse.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Aopiyin who was about to fall, went around to the other side, and hit him with his left elbow.

Click.

Opiyin's other arm was bent backwards 90 degrees.

poof...

Opiyin knelt on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the hair of Aopiyin, who had completely lost consciousness, from behind, raised his knee, and hit him hard on the back of the head.

Once, twice, three times...

As soon as he let go, Aupiyin fell to the ground, red and white...

The occipital bone had long been broken, and not only was it broken, it had also pierced through the flesh...

Causes red and white...

"what……"

The audience screamed!

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck, looked at the audience, and said with a twitch of his lips: "The Sick Man of East Asia, right?"

As he spoke, he jumped four meters high on the spot. He did not use the reaction shoulder straps to slow down his descent. When he was close to the ground, he suddenly straightened his bent legs and chopped down.

puff……

(End of this chapter)