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Chapter 39 Before I came, there was no martial arts

Yagyu Rokudo grabbed Yokohama Masayoshi's arm and said in amazement, "What are you talking about, Yokohama?"

Yokohama looked at Yagyu Rokudo with disdain: "You deliberately told us to bow together, and then when we bowed, you had the nerve to glare at Master Ji. Wasn't this your plan? You are really Sima Yi, shameful."

brush.

Yokohama Masayoshi shook off Yagyu Rokudo's hand and turned away.

A group of white-bearded old men looked at Yagyu Rokudo with disdain, and then - ah tui...

Yagyu Rokudo: “!!!”

……

Ji Yang walked into the venue, and several young men in black came over and looked at him with surprise. They were about to speak, and Ji Yang spoke: "Mr. Yokohama said that he wants to let me see the Japanese martial arts today. Everyone, I heard that you have prepared 300 samurai, I wonder where they are?"

The young man's expression froze: "Master Ji, you must have misunderstood. Didn't Mr. Yokohama go to meet you?"

The next moment, Yokohama Masayoshi walked in and said, "There is no misunderstanding. Let the children come over. Today we need to prove in front of the media whether the Dragon Country's martial arts are stronger or our Japanese martial arts are stronger."

At this point, Yokohama Masayoshi extended his hand and said, "Everyone, please, let's go to the square."

Ji Yang nodded indifferently.

After a while.

We arrived at a square where three hundred young men were kneeling with samurai swords across their knees. These people were silent, but they looked quite imposing.

Ji Yang stood up and walked over.

Leader Zhao said anxiously: "Wait a minute, tell me the rules of the competition."

Yokohama Masayoshi smiled and said, "Master Ji, how do you think it's appropriate to compete? Master Ji's strength is well known. If you choose one person alone, he may not be Master Ji's opponent. You know, in Foshan, Master Ji faced three strong men alone, but Master Ji still defeated them without any damage."

Leader Zhao said angrily, "What do you mean? You want to siege us? No, this is not fair."

Yokohama Masayoshi's expression straightened: "That depends on what Master Ji wants. If Master Ji wants to bully the weak, we Japanese will also accompany him. The Japanese are the most disciplined and will never retreat in the face of a battle, even if we know we will lose. For us samurai, dying on the battlefield is our greatest honor."

Leader Zhao stood up and angrily threw his sleeves, "Forget it, we won't hold this exchange meeting. Master Ji doesn't need to compete anymore. Let's go back."

Ji Yang shook his head, a smile on his face, and said calmly: "Let's compete. I also want to see the Japanese martial arts."

Secretary Liu was anxious: "Master Ji, calm down."

Ji Yang turned his back to him and walked forward, with his hands behind his back, he came to the middle of the venue and smiled. Yokohama Masayoshi also smiled: "Master Ji is indeed a man of great skill and courage. I admire him. I wonder if Master Ji needs a weapon?"

Ji Yang nodded: "The weapon is in the hands of the enemy."

Yokohama Masayoshi laughed dumbly: "How many people does Master Ji want to fight?"

Ji Yang: "Come on together, even if there are tens of thousands of people, it doesn't matter. We martial artists should not be afraid of the number of enemies. We can conquer the world with a pair of iron fists."

Hearing this, Yokohama Masayoshi fell silent, his eyes somewhat hesitant.

He felt a little embarrassed that three hundred people were fighting against one person.

The young men on the opposite side became a little angry. One of them stood up and said, "Master Ji, do you look down on us?"

Ji Yang glanced at the other person calmly: "In the eyes of the strong, all beings are equal. It doesn't matter if it's one person, ten people, or even three hundred people. To me, it makes no difference." Another person stood up: "Master Ji is so arrogant. Although you are powerful, we will not be afraid of you."

Another woman said: "Even as a woman, I cannot bear this kind of humiliation. Please come, Asayama Hideko."

"Murakami Masao, meet Master Ji."

"Greetings from the God of War under the bed."

"Ganwu Fist Armor..."

"Umekawa Kuroko..."

Ji Yang clasped his fists and saluted.

An old man said sarcastically: "Since Master Ji is so confident and he asked to fight 300 people, then let's fight 300 people. Guests from afar are welcome. As the host, we can't refuse the guests' request. I, the Japanese, respect my guests the most."

Yokohama Masayoshi hesitated, "But isn't this a bit of an unfair victory... Ahem, what I mean is, even if we win, we are still bullying the minority with our numbers. We are a civilized country, and we can't do this."

The old man said, "No, no, this is just to respect the guest's request. How can I, the Japanese, refuse the guest's request? Master Ji, what do you think?"

Yokohama Masayoshi was furious: "Nonsense, we Japanese have gone too far by using our numbers to bully the few, how can you be so shameless? You know, we Japanese value etiquette the most, don't say that anymore, I will never do such a thing as 300 people beating up one person."

Yokohama Masayoshi stood up with a righteous look on his face, his eyes full of sincerity: "Don't ever say such things. Do you want me, the Japanese, to be laughed at by the whole world? If I do something like that, the Japanese will have no face to see anyone."

"However, with fewer people, Master Ji's strength cannot be demonstrated."

"How about... fifty people..."

Ji Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He turned his head and looked at Yokohama Masan who looked sincere. Yokohama Masan bowed slightly and said, "Master Ji, what do you think? If you don't have confidence, what's wrong with having less confidence?"

Ji Yang waved his hand: "Just listen to Mr. Yokohama."

"Since Master Ji has asked for this, I, the Japanese, have no choice but to agree. Alas, as a country of etiquette, we are really ashamed..."

The next moment, fifty people walked out of the crowd, looking at Ji Yang angrily. To them, fifty people fighting one was simply a humiliation.

The leader, Asayama Hideko, looked at Ji Yang angrily: "This is too much bullying. Even if it is fifty pigs, it will take several days to kill them. Master Ji really looks down on us. Gentlemen, let Master Ji see the Japanese martial arts. Those who look down on us will eventually die under our swords."

With a clang, the scabbard fell to the ground. Asayama Hideko clasped her hands together, lowered her waist and hips, and glared at Ji Yang.

Ji Yang said: "There is no such thing as martial arts in this world, but after I came here, it became available."

Having said that, Ji Yang walked forward.

When Asayama Hideko saw this scene, she could not bear the humiliation. In her opinion, Ji Yang was fighting fifty people alone and still walked over slowly. This was the biggest insult.

"Hey."

Asayama Hideko roared, holding up her samurai sword, and rushed forward. Behind her, more than 50 people followed her, staring at Ji Yang.

Asayama Hideko was like a female general leading a charge, with an indomitable spirit. Although she was a woman, she was fearless and rushed to Ji Yang at a very fast speed. Asayama Hideko saw Ji Yang standing still, and she was immediately delighted. She secretly thought that it was nothing special. So she raised her samurai sword, slightly separated her legs, and was about to chop down fiercely. But the next moment, Ji Yang moved. He raised his right foot, raised his toes and went straight to Asayama Hideko's flaw.

Asayama Hideko: “…”

(End of this chapter)