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Chapter 19: One on Three, the Swords Are Broken with a Flick of the Finger
The crowd who were about to disperse suddenly saw a bright light in front of them. A group of Japanese devils came in.

The leader had a serious face, a classic beard, and a little black on his lips. He was not tall, and walked in with a swagger. His legs were a little lame, but his momentum was amazing.

There were two more people following behind him, both with the same posture, the same height, and the same slightly limp legs.

The three men were followed by a group of subordinates, who looked like their team, including both men and women.

The leader walked to Yokohama Ichiro, squatted down and looked at Yokohama Ichiro. Yokohama Ichiro's face was pale but he hadn't fainted yet. His lips trembled: "Ganwu-kun, I'm useless."

Gan Wu Quanjia patted Yokohama Ichiro on the shoulder, stood up and glanced at Feng Yuxiu. Feng Yuxiu crossed his legs, with his flip-flops dangling between his feet like a ghost, one arm pressed on the table, and with his right hand holding chopsticks, he picked up a piece of peanuts and threw it into his mouth, then turned his head slightly and curled his lips.

Gan Wu Quanjia's eyelids jumped. When Feng Yuxiu looked at him, he felt his blood flow speed up and an extremely powerful and fierce aura rushed towards him. Looking down at Yokohama Ichiro lying on the ground, Gan Wu Quanjia's eyes turned fierce and he clasped his fists and said, "Gan Wu Quanjia greets Master Feng."

Feng Yuxiu grinned, revealing his white teeth, and asked excitedly, "You want to fight too?"

Gan Wu Quanjia's face was heavy: "How can I take advantage of someone's misfortune? Master Feng has already fought with me just now, and I think his strength has not recovered yet."

Feng Yuxiu waved his hands lazily: "It's okay, I can still fight."

Gan Wu Quanjia's expression was firm: "No, I am a warrior, not a scoundrel. I must not take advantage of others' misfortune and damage my reputation as a warrior. If Master Feng insists, I will return home right away. I will never let anyone accuse me of having no martial ethics."

Feng Yuxiu was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Gan Wu Quanjia raised his lips and said, "The Heyi Sect is so big, there must be other warriors. I will challenge others."

Feng Yuxiu rolled his eyes speechlessly. Shan Ying and Ji Yang, who were eating, couldn't help but pause their wrists. They looked up at the Ganwu boxing armor in surprise and suspicion, and the couple looked at each other with doubtful expressions.

Gan Wu Quanjia became even more excited when he saw the expressions of the two men. "These three people should also be martial artists, and they are considered masters of the Heyi School. I challenge these three people. There are three of us, one-on-one, three games, two out of three, how about that?"

"We Japanese warriors value honor the most. We will never take advantage of others' misfortunes and damage our reputation."

"Master Feng, you just won. You should take a good rest. Otherwise, my victory will be unfair and I will be too embarrassed to see anyone even if I win."

Gan Wuquanjia was polite and looked like he was thinking about Feng Yuxiu, and he simply silenced Feng Yuxiu.

The reporters standing by were also stunned. They opened their mouths, but for the sake of their image, they did not say what Zhuge Pifu had said, so as not to embarrass their international friends.

But the audience in the live broadcast room can't care so much——

"Fuck! I just said this kid was well-educated, but I didn't expect him to come up with this idea."

"Are you scared by my lame father?"

"You're challenging a young man and two pretty girls. What do you think?"

"God damn warrior spirit."

"Tell a joke, samurai honor."

"It's over, it's over. If we refuse, I'm afraid that Heyi Sect will be scolded by those brainless netizens."

"The netizen above is right."

"Who the hell are you scolding upstairs?"

"The boy is very handsome, I love him."

"The girl is pretty too. This female warrior...slippery..."

In Heyi Sect, Ji Yang, who was eating at the main seat, wiped his mouth, then stood up and stared blankly at Gan Wu Quan Jia: "Me?"

Seeing Ji Yang's confused and brainless look, Gan Wu Quan Jia immediately laughed and asked, "What is your name, Master?"

Ji Yang clasped his fists and said, "Ji Yang, a nobody. This is my master and my wife Shan Ying, the leader of the Heyi Sect. This is Master Feng's wife, she has just started practicing martial arts and is in poor health, suffering from a serious illness."

Gan Wu Quan Jia's face was solemn: "I, Gan Wu Quan Jia, will never bully others by taking advantage of my power. Forget about Master Feng's lover. Then we will send two people..."

"No need." Ji Yang waved his hand and walked out. Shan Ying followed behind him. The two stood together like beautiful women. "I can come alone. Can you guys come together?"

Now it was Gan Wuquanjia's turn to be stunned. This guy was so arrogant.

"Fuck, they are a couple."

"Master? Wife? This, this, this... this kid... wuwu..."

"Is this fucking appropriate? Is this allowed? What about the law? Let them divorce."

"Where is the sculpture?"

"I admire his courage. He can challenge the third brother's man for his wife. I can't do that."

……

A reporter asked, "Is Mr. Ji Yang too impulsive?"

Gan Wu Quanjia also came back to his senses: "Master Ji, you are joking. I said we will not bully others by taking advantage of our power, let alone bully the minority with our numbers..."

Ji Yang raised his eyebrows: "One against three, do you want to fight?"

Gan Wuquanjia frowned: "Master Ji has a bad temper and is a little willful, but the reputation of my Japanese warriors is important. We can't let the reputation of the warriors..."

Ji Yang waved his hand: "Forget it, you guys go back."

Gan Wu Quanjia's mouth twitched.

Ji Yang rolled his eyes at him and said, "You don't want to fight, and you don't want to leave. What do you want to do? I'm willing to fight three of you alone, but you're still trying to make excuses. Martial artists should speak with their fists, so don't do these nonsense."

"Then fight." A man stood out from behind Gan Wu's fist armor and said, "Yagyu Takenori, meeting Master Ji."

Ji Yang nodded and looked at another person, who came out and said, "Kurai Miki greets Master Ji. Mr. Gan Wu, the guest should follow the host's wishes. Since Master Ji wants to fight three people alone, we will accompany him. This is his request."

Gan Wuquanjia nodded helplessly: "Well, Master Ji asked for it, so even if we win, it's not a fair victory for us."

Ji Yang was too lazy to look at the three people's faces: "Use weapons?"

Ganwu Quanjia was about to speak when Kurai Miki suddenly glanced at Ao Yokohama Ichiro. He sneered and said, "Since we are competing, we will naturally go all out. Our strongest weapon is the sword, so we must use the sword."

Ji Yang's face was solemn: "Swords have no eyes."

Miki Kurai: "Master Ji, don't worry. We have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and swordsmanship is like instinct. Master Ji may become disabled, with broken arms and legs, but his life will never be in danger. In the arena, even if we lose our reputation, it is inevitable. Since the day we started practicing martial arts, we have been prepared to die under the swords of other warriors."

Ji Yang nodded: "Then I feel relieved." Gan Wu Quanjia's expression froze, but when he thought of the three people who died, he smiled and said, "What weapon did Master Ji use?"

Ji Yang looked back and saw Shan Ying holding the sword and about to hand it to Ji Yang. But Ji Yang waved his hand and walked to the wall, where a patinated wooden stick was hanging. Ji Yang took it down, held the stick in his right hand and smashed it against his left palm, then walked back with a smile on his face.

Gan Wu Quanjia and the others had stiff faces and then sneered.

The audience in the live broadcast room was even more speechless.

"Pretended."

"Is that a real sword?"

"What the hell is a wooden stick? The Japanese samurai swords are famous all over the world. Do you want to die?"

"I knew young people were unreliable."

The reporter also advised, with a worried look on his face: "Mr. Ji, why don't you change your weapon? This game is very important."

Ji Yang tilted his head: "It's just a duel, what's the big deal? Will the world end if I lose? I don't understand you guys, why do you always label such trivial matters as the world will end if I don't win?"

The reporter was speechless.

Ji Yang looked at the wooden stick in his palm and stroked it gently, "This is considered to be something passed down by the Heyi Sect. The Heyi Sect has changed its address, but this stick has never been changed. When I was a child, my master taught me martial arts with this stick. If I didn't do it in the right posture, he would beat me, and he was very cruel."

Shan Ying was holding a sword behind him and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

The netizens who were watching the live broadcast all twitched their lips, and they had an urge to turn off the live broadcast.

Ji Yang raised his head and said with a smile: "Let's do it."

The three Ganwu Fist Guards looked gloomy: "Master Ji, be careful."

Baka, he actually used the master’s stick to fight with them, what does this mean?
Ganwu Quanjia felt insulted. The three men held samurai swords and stood in three groups, vaguely surrounding Ji Yang in the middle, moving slowly to look for Ji Yang's flaws.

Ji Yang lazily held up the patinated wooden stick and said, "Get the camera ready, don't wait for someone to default on their payment."

The photographer's heart was in his throat and he wanted to curse, "Why are you talking instead of fighting properly? We are surrounded."

Ji Yang looked at the three Ganwu Fist Armor members lazily again: "My eyes are dizzy, let's do it."

"Baka." Kurai Miki roared and took the lead. He took small steps, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his big hands and rushed over. With a clang, the sword was unsheathed, and a ray of sunlight was reflected in Ji Yang's eyes.

"Chance."

Ganwu Kenjia and Yagyu Taketoku's eyes lit up, and in an instant they rushed out from behind Kurai Miki. Three people, three swords, and three lights.

He chopped at Ji Yang's throat, forcing Ji Yang to step back and dodge.

He stabbed Ji Yang's lower abdomen. This was a killing move, and it also blocked Ji Yang's space.

The other sword was held in reserve, like a poisonous snake, waiting for Ji Yang to move. If the second sword missed, he would strike first, leaving Ji Yang no way to avoid it.

The three of them cooperated closely and their movements were even more agile. Just when the sunlight reflected Ji Yang's eyes and Ji Yang closed his eyes, three swords in three directions locked Ji Yang's space to move, which could be said to be a deliberate plan.

The people at the scene and the audience in the live broadcast room only saw the three Ganwu boxing and armor fighters attacking while Ji Yang stood still. The next moment, his heart was in his throat. But he heard three screams, which were so shrill that it made people panic.

"what!!!"

The right arm of Ganwu's fist was broken into 90 degrees, as if only a strip of skin was still connected.

Kurai Miki knelt on the ground, not knowing where his injuries were.

As for Yagyu Takenori, there were no fingers on his right hand, and it seemed that only a bare palm was left.

"Ah!!!" The three screamed, and the scene was in a panic. The samurai sword had fallen to the ground, and only three miserable people were left.
The live broadcast room is even more chaotic.

"Are you done? Are you done?"

"Fuck, what happened to the little devil? Why is his arm broken?"

"Fuck this guy's fingers."

"Look at the ground, look at the ground, how the hell did they cut it off?"

"That guy's knee seems to be broken. Hiss... How did he do that?"

The reporters at the scene were also staring at Ji Yang in amazement...at the patinated wooden stick in his hand.

What the hell is that wooden stick?

This is the Beggar Gang's dog-beating stick.

The inherited treasure of the Heyi Sect?

The stick in Ji Yang's hand was covered in blood. He threw it back in disgust. Shan Ying grabbed it and hung it on the wall. Ji Yang looked at the three people screaming, smiled shyly and clasped his fists: "Thank you."

The three Ganwu Fist and Armor looked at Ji Yang in horror and confusion: "Impossible, impossible, how is this possible."

Ji Yang did not answer. He bent down to pick up a samurai sword and said, "I heard that your Japanese samurai swords are very powerful? Well-made?"

Gan Wu gritted his teeth in pain, his eyes bloodshot from the pain: "This is natural."

Ji Yang curled his lips: "I don't ask how you brought this thing in, but I don't think it's well made."

As he spoke, Ji Yang stroked the Sword God and then snapped his fingers.

Bang!

The katana broke into two pieces.

Ji Yang tilted his head: "Excellent workmanship? World famous? That's it? Huh?"

The three Ganwu boxers looked at Ji Yang as if he were looking at a devil.

　The introduction has been changed, but I don't know if it will be accepted. Changing the title is too much trouble

　　
　
(End of this chapter)