January 13 in Tokyo, the weather, sunny.

Located in Setagaya District, Tokyo, there is a Rukawa Avenue, Zhang Yi took the note in his hand and took a taxi to No. 89 Rukawa Avenue.

There are no high-rise buildings here, just a private courtyard, and there is a plaque erected at the gate, which reads 'Ono Kendokan', although it is Japanese characters, but these Japanese characters are similar to Chinese characters, so Zhang Yi recognized these words at a glance, and also knew that this was the place he was looking for.

Also, it seems that a funeral is being held here, because there are white cloths wrapped around the sides of the gate, and there are two greeters in mourning robes in front of the door, and there is also mourning music inside.

The gate was open, and from time to time cars drove in, and outside a house, many mourners stood on either side of the steps, welcoming the mourning guests.

Zhang Yi stood at the gate and paused, and the two greeters also saw him, but they didn't know what he was going to do, so one of them quickly ran over and said a bunch of bird language.

Zhang Yi didn't understand a word, but obviously, the other party was very polite, and thought he was also a guest.

Zhang Yi smiled, stretched out his finger and pointed to the sign of the Ono Kendo Gym, and the man didn't know why, so he also glanced back.

Zhang Yi strode to the sign, and with a fierce force of both hands, the plaque was directly broken off by him, and when he smashed it hard, the sign of the Ono Kendo Hall was instantly shattered!

"Yaga~" The greeter in the door, or the greeter who was guilty, immediately became angry when he saw that his kendo hall sign was smashed.

Picking up plaques and smashing plaques is a provocation and a smashing of the field. So the two of them shot angrily and rushed to attack Zhang Yi!

"Get out!" Zhang Yi shouted angrily. Raise your hands and feet respectively and push one away with each hand. Kicked and broke the other leg!

The two screamed, the one who was pushed down ran inside in a panic, and the one with the broken leg sat at the gate holding his calf and howling.

A car came, and the people in the car also got out of the car in a panic to ask, and the person with the broken leg also talked a lot!

After listening to the broken leg, the guest looked at Zhang Yi strangely, did not stop him, and did not scold him!

Ono is a sword stream, and it is a school of swordsmanship. This kind of swordsmanship technique happens every year, so fights are common, and the Ono Kendo Museum will not call the police, and those who watch the excitement will not stop it, because this is a martial arts cut, which is not illegal in Japan.

Zhang Yi walked past the greeter with the broken leg and strode towards the house where the mourning music came from.

At the same time, a group of people quickly rushed out of the house where the funeral was being held, all wearing white practice clothes. The warriors wearing clogs, one of them was led by a middle-aged man in his forties, and the others were all young people, and they ran towards Zhang Yi with great momentum.

"Wow~" Zhang Yi, who was walking forward, was surrounded. And the mournful music in the house did not stop, and the guests continued to enter, as if it were just a small episode. No one takes a provocateur seriously.

The middle-aged man scolded, as if with extremely sad and indignant feelings. Of course. At this time, they didn't know that Zhang Yi was not Japanese. It's the Chinese!

"Sorry, I don't understand, because I'm Chinese!" Zhang Yi shrugged his shoulders and completely ignored the people surrounding him, but continued to walk forward.

"China pig? Yaga! Hearing Zhang Yi's words, those people first shook their heads, and then they all started drinking, and one of them could speak Chinese.

"Kill him." The middle-aged man gave the order, if it was Japanese, they would not have killed yet, but since it was Chinese, it had to be killed.

Since none of them held weapons, they smashed at Zhang Yi with their bare hands, although these people practiced swordsmanship, they also had kung fu under their hands, and they were all extraordinary.

It's a pity that their level is too far from Zhang Yi, and now Zhang Yi can kill a tiger or even an elephant with one punch!

"Bang~", the one who rushed to the front, was smashed in the chest by Zhang Yi with a punch, Zhang Yi only used two percent of his strength, but there was still a 'bang' sound from this person's chest, his sternum was not only shattered instantly, but his heart was also smashed under the great force, and the whole person spurted blood to death.

That's right, one punch kills a person!

"Baga~" Seeing that Zhang Yi had killed someone, these young disciples rushed towards Zhang Yi even more frantically, their courage was great and they were not afraid of death. Of course, at this time, they are holding on to the psychology of forgiveness.

And when Zhang Yi saw that people were rushing up from all directions, a smile suddenly flashed at the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, when his right hand jerked on his chest, the short sword was instantly withdrawn, and then he quickly slammed it around!

That's right, it's a quick cross-cut with a sword against the person who rushes up!

"Puff puff puff~" Between the lightning and flint, six human heads soared up, all of them were lifted into the air, and fell downward, while the six headless corpses also maintained a shock posture and did not fall down at the first time.

But their necks are like bursting water pipes, erupting with steaming blood!

One person and one sword, six people were killed in a row, and six young people died instantly, leaving only the middle-aged man standing stupidly in place!

The greeters on the steps of the "Bageya Road ......" saw this scene, so they all screamed and shouted, and the mourning music inside immediately stopped.

"Huh~" In the funeral house, dozens of people poured out like a tide, and some guests also rushed out.

The middle-aged man in front of Zhang Yi didn't move, staring at him deadly, but obviously, he was scared because his hands were shaking.

"Ahh Terrified, he shouted violently and mustered up the courage to rush towards Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi also rushed forward with a short sword, and then with a "poof~" sound, the middle-aged man's chest was pierced by the short sword, and when Zhang Yi pushed hard, the middle-aged man died of popularity.

"Whoa~" At this time, many people wearing samurai uniforms also rushed out of the garden behind the house, each of them holding two katana swords in their hands, and after quickly rushing to the front, they also immediately distributed the katana in their hands to others.

After an old man in his sixties took the katana, he walked forward slowly, and the others also bowed with their swords, slowly closing in an encircled posture step by step!

"You...... Is it Chinese? This old man in his sixties is a smart man, and when he saw Zhang Yi shooting so ruthlessly, he knew that this person was not a Japanese from other schools of swordsmanship, because Japanese people would not kill people if they cut each other, so he guessed that this person was Chinese.

Moreover, Zhang Yi is tall, and the sword in his hand is not a katana, so it is easy to distinguish.

"You can also speak Chinese, yes, I'm Chinese!" Zhang Yi smiled and said.

"Very well, then use your blood and head to honor our ......"

"Jiro, step aside."

Before the old man could finish his words, suddenly, three more people came out of the back garden, among them was an adult man, and a minor girl, fifteen or sixteen years old, both of them were wearing kimonos, and both of them had a katana stuck in their waists.

Walking between the two was an old man about seventy years old, he was wearing a black samurai robe, and his sharp gaze stabbed Zhang Yi like a knife. (To be continued......)