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Chapter 30: I am honored to welcome Master Ji Yang to Japan
on the car.

The excited expression of Yagyu Rokudo gradually stiffened, and then his old face turned extremely pale and bloodless. His already old body no longer had any momentum at this moment, and instead trembled slightly.

Yokohama, who was sitting next to him, sighed. He could feel his old friend's fear. "Yagyu, give up. That kind of strength cannot be achieved through simple training. He is really a martial arts genius. At such a young age, he has surpassed us who have trained for many years. There are so many talented people in the Dragon Country. Even after going through so much hardship, they are still not comparable to the foundation of us Japanese barbarians."

Yagyu's shoulders trembled as he watched Ji Yang squeeze Yamamoto into a ball and throw it around. After Ji Yang's home run, the twenty or thirty young Japanese gave up resistance and some ran away or begged for mercy.

The entire airport was filled with the shouts of Yamidi, and tourists who didn't know would have thought they had come to a Japanese film set.

Liu Sheng swallowed his saliva and said, "What kind of...what kind of weird thing has appeared in the Dragon Country's martial arts world?"

Yokohama looked at Yagyu with relief: "I'm glad you can let it go."

Yagyu: “I won’t give up.”

Yokohama's face changed.

Liu Sheng had already opened the car door and walked out. He straightened his suit and looked at Ji Yang not far away with a firm and crazy gaze.

Yokohama said in panic: "Baga, you stupid old thing, do you want to kill him in other ways? That would destroy the samurai spirit."

Yagyu's eyes were full of madness. He pushed Yokohama aside and said as he walked away, "I've said before, even if we Japanese are the lower class, we are still tough."

Yokohama had no choice but to follow him. After all, Liu Sheng was his old friend, and he couldn't watch Liu Sheng offend Ji Yang because of his momentary impatience. If the two of them fought, Liu Sheng's death would be in vain.

Death by fighting can only be avenged by fighting. Of course, the law does not respect these rules.

……

Ji Yang was holding Yamamoto's belt with his right leg bent backward. Yamamoto's head was stuffed in his crotch, he was wailing in pain, begging for mercy: "Yamadi, Yamadi..."

Not far in front of him, three young Japanese soldiers were holding knives in both hands, trembling and leaning against each other, looking at Ji Yang in fear. They also swallowed their saliva and shouted with distracted eyes: "Flax field, flax field..."

Behind the three of them was the old dog, who was sweating and pale, like a frightened bird. The dog swallowed and ordered, "Stop it, you must stop it, no one is allowed to move."

Ji Yang nodded: "Don't move."

The three young Japanese soldiers swallowed their saliva, their faces trembling, and nodded in fear while holding their machetes nervously. They shouted in unison to boost morale: "Be loyal to the boss."

Ji Yang threw it hard.

Yamamoto: "Flax... ground..."

The long, loud, lingering tail sound, like the peak of some art, resounded throughout the hall and echoed in the air for a long time.

For a moment, the men holding their cell phones all looked dizzy, their pupils dilated, and their faces flushed. The Japanese female flight attendants blushed, lowered their heads to look at their toes, and their knees trembled.

The three young Japanese soldiers on the opposite side were so scared that their legs were shaking.

Seeing Yamamoto rolling over, the three young Japanese soldiers' pupils shrank and they screamed in unison: "Get out of the way, it's a human bomb attack--"

The two men on both sides moved to the sides, revealing the guy standing in the middle behind them.

The little dog at the back growled angrily, "Damn you bastard! You, the boss, are still resisting me."

After saying that, Xiao Quan patted the young man standing in front of him and encouraged him: "Under the bed, don't worry, after this time, I will promote you to be the team leader."

He nodded under the bed: "Don't worry, Boss, I will definitely not move aside."

Xiaoquan nodded with satisfaction. Every organization needs such loyal guys. "You are good. A true warrior should face the enemy head-on instead of hiding away..."

The next moment, Zhengxiong under the bed let out a "hey", bent his legs, and then suddenly jumped up from the spot and jumped directly into the air.

Puppy: “…”

Yamamoto rolled over and appeared in front of the puppy. Bang!
……

Ji Yang pinched his waist and looked around, but no one came to deal with the situation.

Yokohama secretly pulled Yagyu Rokudo next to him, for he was afraid that Yagyu would say something rude and give the aggressive Ji Yang the opportunity to attack.

Unexpectedly, Yagyu pushed him away.

Yokohama was furious and gritted his teeth and whispered, "Yagyu, calm down."

Yagyu Rokudo's eyes were firm: "Yokohama, you spineless guy, please don't talk to me."

Yokohama: "I'm doing this for your own good, you ungrateful bastard."

Yagyu: "I am not a guy like you who accepts his fate. For the glory of the samurai and for the survival of the Japanese samurai, I, Yagyu Rokudo, will never give up."

"Yokohama, you disappoint me so much. You are old now, and your passion has long gone cold."

"Remember, even if we Japanese are inferiors, we are still strong. As old guys, shouldn't we exist to point the way for the younger generation?"

After saying that, Liu Sheng strode towards Ji Yang. His eyes were determined and his back looked desolate.

Yokohama recalled the Dragon Kingdom culture he had learned before: The wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold.

Looking at Yagyu's lonely and thin back, Yokohama's nose was sore: "He is already old, but he still fights for this kind of thing. Such a spirit of Yagyu is really admirable. No wonder Shizuka still can't forget him until now. Yagyu is really charming. Yokohama, Yokohama, let's go crazy again."

Yokohama took a deep breath, slowly unbuttoned his somewhat restrictive suit, and took off his white shirt. As a Japanese, he folded his clothes solemnly and placed them on the smooth floor.

Then Yokohama untied the laces of his leather shoes and placed them side by side with his clothes.

Standing barefoot on the ground, Yokohama took a deep breath, raised his arms and clenched his fists in front of him, and the muscles on his old arms bulged. Yokohama's eyes became firm, and his pupils gradually filled with murderous intent: "Yagyu, it's not just you, I have also been training secretly. In fact, as a samurai, how can I be willing to watch the decline of samurai glory? Then let's... go crazy again..."

Yokohama's eyes were red, and he felt that his cold blood was burning, burning his whole body. He took a step forward, staring at Liu Sheng's back. Yokohama had already walked behind Ji Yang. The man pinched his waist and raised his head, as if to declare - no one can fight.

Yokohama took a deep breath and thought to himself, "If I can kill this man at an old age, then it doesn't matter if I lose all my honor. Yagyu probably has the same idea, using one person's honor to fight for a future for all young people. Even if only one young person can be moved by him and pick up the samurai spirit again, it will be worth it."

"Faith."

"Glory."

Yokohama closed his eyes, opened them again, and suddenly roared out: "Hey."

How could he let his old friend go alone when his old friend saved the world? He wanted to prove that his blood was still hot. In this era when the young generation of Japanese people are collapsing, let these old guys fight with their own desperate struggle and awaken the samurai spirit of Japanese people.

He stomped his feet on the ground and suddenly burst out with strength. His legs were like springs, bringing a terrible impact force. His whole old body flew into the air and rushed straight to Ji Yang's back. His legs under his pants trembled, and he raised his knees like lightning, aiming his knees at the back of Ji Yang's head.

At this moment, Yokohama thought of his disabled grandson, the young Japanese people who were getting worse and worse with each generation, and Yagyu Rokudo's determination to give up everything.

In the air, Yokohama looked at Yagyu's back, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the absurd things he and his old friend did when they were young emerged in his mind: "Memories are really warm, old friend, let's do this for the last time..."

"Yagyu Rokudo greets Master Ji Yang. Congratulations on coming to Japan. I feel honored."

Yagyu Rokudo stood beside Ji Yang's tall figure, dusted himself off, clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and spoke in a loud voice.

Ji Yang: “???”

People in Yokohama in the air: "????"

Xiahou Wu was about to warn someone of a sneak attack: "..."

(End of this chapter)