Updated: 2013-03-26

Compared with the single type of weapon category of Japanese martial arts practitioners, the types of equipment in the Chinese martial arts world are too rich. The history of 5,000 years is not for nothing. Humanities and martial arts complement each other, and it is precisely because of this that the human world, human civilization, and human beings themselves can develop and be brilliant.

Although in the long years, wars, countless wars, man-made destruction, annihilation, and the loss of many martial arts systems have made the blades used by many martial artists become unique, but even these have been handed down to hundreds of kinds. Looking at the types of blade equipment of martial arts schools in the world, China is the most numerous.

Of course, there were only 180 people at the scene, and it was impossible to have so many types of equipment, but it was enough for the Japanese upstairs to be eye-opening. The hands of several Japanese warriors holding swords were tight and tight, and the joints were white. Out of the corner of his eye, he involuntarily looked at his knife, and then looked at the various weapons below. I can't stop comparing in my heart, big? It's not as good as others! Weight? Can't catch up with others! The quality of the steel mouth? I can't see it, so I am a little confident. However, the guys in the hands of the Chinese below are so strange that many of them have never even heard of them. Several of them looked cold and shining, and they seemed to be sharper than the fish scale knife made by the pleated method in his hand. The long-handled, single-headed copper hammer looked like the round hammer head with a diameter of more than fifty centimeters and a few hard edges around it weighed hundreds of pounds. If you hit it hard, the result will definitely be terrible. Several people looked at each other a few times, and their hearts were filled with bitterness at the same time. Bullying people, what is this! How can this battle be fought?

No wonder the Japanese are stunned, among these Chinese martial arts people, long and short sticks, swords, guns and swords, these common ones are not for the time being, and there are many people holding extremely rare side blades, such as snake tail hooks, sun and moon Yue, Emei thorns, horn bells, Hades aces, cooked copper cymbals, etc., and even a man from the northwest of China wielded in his hand is actually a long bench made of stainless steel. The color is jet black, and the surface exudes a unique luster of metal, which looks like it has to weigh more than 100 catties, which can be waved in the hands of the man, as light as nothing. There is also a young man in his early twenties at most who has an Arhat crutch in one hand, thinking that he should be from the Shaolin sect, either from Songshan or Putian, and is a local player in Henan.

Whether empty-handed or armed with blades and instruments, these people were as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, their hair was standing up, their eyes were wide, and their faces were red. The excited cheeks, facial features, and even the muscles of the whole body were trembling and trembling, not because they were afraid, but because of the soaring emotions and the rapid blood flow rate, which led to changes in the body from the inside out. Shouting loudly, beating, beating, killing, crowd surging emotions, one by one screaming excitedly, rushed out of the contestants' area, and went straight to the second floor. Fighting is the favorite of those who practice martial arts. Why don't you practice martial arts? Kung fu in hand is to beat people. What's more, if you still beat up those Japanese who dare to show off their swords on the ground in China, there is no need to hide and hide.

"It's a gentleman, follow me. Beat these Japanese grandsons! I don't know who took the lead, but as soon as the slogan came out, the blood of these people who rushed out boiled even more. The original red face turned even redder. It was as if it was covered with a layer of red glow. To hell with what kind of martial arts competition. Let's start now!

However, these martial arts warriors who rushed out of the contestant area and rushed towards the second floor from all directions in the stadium forgot one thing, people, by nature, have the unwilling loneliness factor of curiosity, good letters, and good fun, especially Chinese, and the big fart on the street will attract countless onlookers. In broad daylight, a thief who panics to flee will provoke countless people to round up and intercept him. Catching leftover fish and picking up cheap fish is often like a poison that is so tempting that it is difficult to refuse. It will make people uncontrollable and spontaneously integrate into large-scale group actions.

The audience didn't know what was going on, but they could see it. It was the Japanese upstairs who caused the trouble, and they were the ones who showed their knives first.

"Hit! Let's beat up the little devils! The person who shouted was dressed in a yellow sportswear with black stripes, looked at most fourteen or fifteen years old, and was estimated to be an admirer of Bruce Lee. The first to rush out of the audience.

"Damn, dare to sprinkle on the ground in Henan and beat these dogs!" This eldest brother is very strong, with a leopard head and eyes, dark skin, and a full beard. The body size must be more than two meters, the shoulders are broad, the back is thick, the waist is thick, and the whole bear is blind into the city. Ha! Exhaled, and with angry eyes, his arms scrambled, and his palm, which was as big as a fan, pulled out a chair that was riveted to the ground. With one hand, he pinched the leg of the chair and held it high above his head, waving and screaming. The second rushed out of the audience.

At this time, a man running in the crowd, wielding an eyebrow stick, was running, and suddenly something was smashed on his head. Then it bounced up and fell at his feet, a bottle of mineral water. Click, one foot explodes. Clear water splashes everywhere.

"Who? Who the fuck smashed me? The man's face was full of fierceness, and he held sticks in both hands, horizontally in front of him, and at the same time turned his head and scolded angrily.

No one answered him, and another mineral water bottle flew out from the audience seat more than ten meters behind him, and the target direction should be the second floor opposite, but the distance between the two places was more than 100 meters in a straight line, the distance was too far, and he fell in mid-air. almost hit the man with the stick again, and was picked up by him with a stick...... Recruiting land, as soon as he was excited, he heard a sudden sound like a tide whistling behind him, turned back in horror, looked around, and finally raised his head. Dumbfounded.

From upstairs and downstairs, countless bottles of mineral water and wine flew from all the auditoriums in all directions, half-drunk, without screwing the lid. Plastic, glass, and aluminum alloy cans swished to the second floor like grenades thrown by the martial arts team. At the same time, there were other debris flying up, and there was everything anyway. Disposable lunch boxes, half-eaten instant noodles, bread, sausages, gnawing on leftover chicken bones, pig's trotters, a rain of garbage suddenly formed in the sky, a hodgepodge. The venue was filled with the smell of street food stalls.

When a dozen people shout together, the sound will be very loud, and the voices of hundreds of people together can be described as deafening. The sound of thousands of people coming together was terrifying. This is also the reason why the infantry is so loud when they launch a group charge. Because they can instantly break the enemy's mental defenses. Dismantle the fighting spirit. Fear before you fight.

The dozen or so Japanese on the second floor to the southeast felt the pressure converging from all directions, and their faces were as ugly as if they were suffering from a gynecological disease. White, white. Cold sweat trickled.

Seeing that the situation is out of control!