Chapter 436: Sino-Japanese Martial Arts Judgment from above

Western Hebei region. The county seat of Lin'an County. It's dark at night. Inside the Japan Sakura Kaikan.

Located in the remote southeast of the county, the Japan Sakura Kaikan was built on the site of a long-bankrupt tofu factory. The architectural style, interior layout, decoration, and furnishings of the hall are all Japanese. The hall is surrounded by flowers and weeping willow trees. The flowers are gorgeous, the vegetation is lush, and it is refreshing. However, it seems to be incompatible with the ongoing brutal and tragic war of aggression and counter-aggression to the death. It is a stark contrast to the old and mottled ordinary Chinese houses around it. The hall is far away from the Japanese headquarters, the gendarmerie, and the Japanese barracks, but it is a crowded city every day and lively all night. It became the most obsessed and intoxicated Jinying flower array before the Japanese army officers died in a foreign country.

Hearing a few Chinese breaking into the hall shouting, wanting to eat and drink, walking around, making noise, this is absolutely unacceptable, unbearable, and unforgivable for the Japanese officers who are eating, drinking, playing, and dreaming of death. The Japanese officers were unequivocally unanimous in their belief that these Chinese dared to have the audacity to invade their exclusive territory, and dared to unscrupulously disturb their red-spirited and recreational pleasures, and that they must immediately and severely punish these Chinese who do not know the height of the sky and the earth, and do not know whether they live or die, completely subdue them, and even kill these people with a knife. When they saw clearly that the people who had come to make trouble and send them to death were actually Chinese from the Imperial Allied Army and the detective team, they immediately became furious, raised their eyebrows, showed their fierce faces, and roared. The middle-aged male boss of the guild hall wielding a sharp knife in his right hand was so angry that his facial features were crooked, the fox was pretending to be a tiger, domineering, and shouted loudly with his teeth and claws.

Fang Jiren smiled secretly in his heart, hmph, I was just waiting for you to do it first. Fang Jiren secretly breathed his luck and gathered his strength, raised his left hand and forcefully split the heavy punch of a Japanese officer in front of him to the door of his face, and then raised his right leg sideways and kicked out hard, his right foot did not go up or down, neither left nor right, and kicked heavily and accurately on the boss's heart. I only heard the boss scream, spurting blood from his mouth, falling backwards on his back, and slamming the back of his head on the edge of the counter and falling to the ground and fainting.

When the Japanese officers saw their compatriots being beaten to the ground and fainted, they were furious, furious, thunderous, shouting and screaming, and beating them with their fists.

Seeing the fist posture of the Japanese officer, Fang Jiren shook his head again and again after laughing contemptuously, in his eyes, these Japanese boxing techniques were completely the moves of eight or nine-year-old Chinese boys fighting and fighting in the streets, and they were not vulnerable at all. Well, let you Oriental pigs and dogs be inferior and inferior to the Yamato people and see the Chinese boxing and martial arts.

As he dodged, he stepped back and took off his military shirt and shook off the big-brimmed hat on his head. Shout "Yaga!" "An order was given to his companion that he could do it.

A dozen young Japanese geisha and a dozen young Japanese waitresses were so frightened that their faces turned pale, sweated like rain, and trembled all over, and they shrank into a ball.

Fang Jiren and his four apprentices with strong martial arts really made a move, using the profound and unpredictable martial arts of which school and which school in China the Japanese could not understand at all. The five men used their fists, elbows, knees, legs and feet together, tossing and turning, leaping and rolling, and thundering and lightning-like heavy punches and kicks to the vital points of the Japanese officers.

The spacious and bright foyer of the Sakura Kaikan, with its two gas lanterns, suddenly turns into a fighting arena for fierce fighting. The five Franciscan sometimes dispersed, fighting separately and dealing with each other, sometimes gathering together to cooperate with each other and fight the enemy together. The five of them are erratic, flexible, fast, heavy, multi-style, offensive and defensive, taking into account both up and down, echoing left and right, and playing handily and heartily.

The officers of the Japanese army are not wine bags and rice bags, they have received intensive education in bushido since childhood, learned martial arts, and are familiar with kendo, judo, and karate. When they grew up, most went to non-commissioned officer school, where they underwent formal military training and hand-to-hand combat. Therefore, when they saw Fang Jiren's five people fighting back, they were not surprised at all, nor were they timid or panicked, but instead opened a posture to compete with these five Chinese, who they regarded as the sick man of East Asia, cowardly, greedy for life and afraid of death.

Chinese martial arts has a long history, broad and profound, after thousands of years of historical tempering and systematic inheritance, after thousands of years of deepening development and strengthening and improvement, it has condensed thousands of years of Chinese martial arts wisdom and brought together the essence of China's thousands of years of martial arts. The Japanese martial arts kung fu are all passed from China, and they are just the side branches of Chinese martial arts, and the local skin is just a superficial, rough and naïve monotony, and it has obvious advantages to deal with people who know a little or do not know martial arts at all, and in the face of martial arts masters like Fang Jiren, it is like an adult and a child fighting, and how to judge the strength of the two sides. It's incomparable, it's incomparable.

The Japanese officers, who had a strong sense of tactics and tactics, separated the five members of Francis and intended to break through each of them. Three Japanese officers besieged Fang Jiren, with big movements, fierce posture, great strength, and fast speed, using both fists and feet, attacking up and down. Fongjiren tossed and turned, resisting up and down, and he was not in a hurry to defeat and subdue the opponent in one or two moves. At the same time, he also saw clearly and understood that the moves of the three Japanese officers were all single and crude movements, including the simplest and most ordinary popular boxing techniques in China, as well as Western boxing techniques, and there was no martial arts routine that connected both offense and defense. In his eyes, the martial arts movements of these three Japanese officers were as funny as Chinese children throwing their eight punches and kicking toad's feet when they were fighting. At this time, Fang Jiren felt some regret and sympathy in his heart, just you are so simple and simple, I can't bear to start, I feel very faceless when I beat you all down with three punches and two feet, I feel very faceless, isn't this a victory with the strong and the weak? But I have to knock you down and never get up again. Because, you are all trampling on our land and slaughtering my compatriots ferocious and vicious invaders, and today I don't want your cheap dog to die is already very benevolent and humane. If it weren't for the implementation of the next series of action plans, killing you now would be as easy as killing a chicken and a rabbit. Fang Jiren resisted up and down, parryed left and right, and mentally pondered in his heart, moving and dodging steadily.

The three short and strong Japanese officers also discovered at this time that the slightly taller and thin-bodied Chinese they were besieging was not an ordinary person, and they combined to start the siege, and he actually did not change his face, calm, not panicked, not afraid, and coped with it freely and easily, it seems that he came prepared and prepared. If we do not defeat him now, or even kill him, it will not be enough to show the prestige of the Imperial Japanese Army, not enough to show the might of the Yamato national samurai, and it will be difficult to teach, punish and tame this Chinese who does not measure his own strength and does not know whether to live or die. At the same time, the three Japanese officers increased the speed of the encirclement attack and increased the strength of their fists and feet.

"Yaga! Bastard! Seeing that he was about to retreat to the corner of the hall hall, Francis shouted loudly, this was an order to his four apprentices to use a trick, to be ruthless, and to end the battle as soon as possible. Hey! The four apprentices responded at the same time.

Francis unleashed a martial arts trick and launched a ferocious, powerful, lightning-fast counterattack against the three Japanese officers besieging him, threatening to injure and maim him. His body is erratic, his movements are sensitive, he has multiple moves, both offensive and defensive, there is reality in the void, there is fiction in the reality, the virtual is real, the real is virtual, the virtual is real, the real is unpredictable, the fists and fists are fleshy, the feet and kicks are in the middle, the three Japanese officers are dizzy, unable to distinguish things, their steps are messy, panting like a cow, sweating profusely, and embarrassed. In the course of the fierce fight, Fang Jiren felt more and more unworthy and unworthy, and it was a complete waste of time.

Just when Francis's mind wandered and his movements were a little slow, a Japanese officer swooped forward and struck Franciscan in the temple with a heavy punch······