Fuso, Tokyo, Fuso Shrine.

It is a temple with an inner hall.

Hundreds of people sat in this temple.

Several major families in the Fuso martial arts world, such as the Aikido Ueshiba family, the Karate Miyagi family, the Funagoshi family, the Oyama family, the Otsuka world, Iga, Koga, Yagyu, and dozens of other big families with a complete martial arts inheritance all sat aside.

In addition to these people, there are also some Fuso monks who also burn incense and chant sutras.

After that, there are the officials of Fuso.

There are also some people dressed as onmyoji in the venue.

They sang a mysterious ghost-like song, and the tune was so strange that after listening to it, it was as if they were communicating with the ghost.

Hearing such a tune, even ordinary people will have a feeling of being out of the body.

Soul song, requiem.

They are paying homage to those war criminals who invaded China back then.

"Bless me Fusang, the country's fortune is prosperous."

At the head is Iga Yuan, a master of the Fusang Dan Dao, who is presiding over this worship.

He was also wearing a robe dressed as a Fuso Onmyoji, and wore a pointed and high hat.

His form slowly changed, and his steps seemed to have a magical force in his movements.

The whole ceremony was very solemn and solemn, and the hundreds of people in the temple did not make a sound, and it was extremely quiet.

But just as the ceremony was in the middle of the ceremony, a Japanese official hurriedly walked in from the temple gate, breaking the silence of the ceremony.

He seemed terrified, his hands trembling, and he held a long box in his hand.

As soon as he stepped in, he sat on his knees, not daring to raise his eyes.

"Mr. Ogawa?"

Some Fusang officials near the door immediately saw him and hurriedly helped him to ask.

But the official named Xiaochuan seemed to remember something, and opened the box again and again.

A strong smell of blood suddenly spread throughout the temple.

The seven human heads were quietly placed in the box, their expressions resting on the last moment before they died.

Iga Gen, who was performing the sacrifice, also put down the ritual in his hand and looked at the box.

Then, he closed his eyes tightly and trembled slightly.

And in the next moment, the air of the entire temple began to become dead silent.

And when everyone else saw the human head in the box, the atmosphere in the stadium sank again.

Murderous intent, grief, anger, heartache, mourning, and other tragic emotions filled the entire space, and the air seemed to freeze.

How many martial artists were present?

This time the sacrificial ceremony was very grand, and almost half of the people who came were masters of the Fuso practical combat school.

Each of them had experienced all kinds of actual battles of blood and fire, and the killing aura on their bodies was extremely strong.

When they saw the human head in the box, almost everyone fell into a rage of grief.

Under this emotion, how powerful is the aura that emanates together?

The official named Xiaochuan was instantly frightened into a cold sweat by the murderous aura on the field, and he couldn't control his physical emotions, and he actually lost his temper directly.

"Who did this?"

Iga Gen looked at the seven heads and remembered their past contributions to Fuso, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense.

His eyes were like sharp blades, and he looked straight at Xiao Chuan.

At this glance, it seemed that there was an invisible air flow pressing towards the other party, and there was actually a slight wind in the air.

The official named Ogawa seemed to remember something, and hurriedly took out a post on the box and handed it to Iga Yuan.

"Duan family, Duan Zhen..."

Iga Gen turned around lightly and handed the post to the group of people who had already rushed up behind him.

At the same time, he sighed at Xiao Chuan, who was kneeling on the ground, and slowly covered the other party's head with his palm, grabbing it hard.

"Take it down, Your Majesty, I'll explain it."

Iga Gen threw Ogawa's body away, his eyes looking into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Guyga! Duan Zhen? Is this a Chinese? He actually killed all those seniors! Damn it! It's disgusting! He still dares to come to exchange martial arts?! If he dares to come, I will beat him to death!" ”

The post gradually passed on, and when it reached the hands of a tall and athletic man next to Iga Yuan, the person suddenly moved.

He stomped his foot violently, and the ground in the entire arena shook violently.

His name is Kano Tsuyoshida, and he is a great master of the Japanese jiu-jitsu world, and his personality is as strong as fire.

After seeing Duan Zhen beat their seven seniors to death, he actually sent heads and exchange posts when they sacrificed to Fusang Shrine, and it suddenly broke out.

"Kill him! Gotta kill him! ”

"Taking advantage of the decline of the old-timers, they are powerless to fight back, shameless! Shameless! ”

"This is a national shame! Where is this Chinese? I'm going to cut off his head! ”

With the outbreak of Kana Zhi Gangtian, the other martial artists began to shout violently one by one, and their words were full of words to kill Duan Zhen and avenge those seniors.

For a while, the whole room was boiling, and the atmosphere became extremely intense.

The murderous intent in the air became more and more intense, and there was a faint spirit generated.

Iga Yuan closed his eyes, listened to the emotions and words of the crowd, and suddenly spoke:

"Everyone, please calm down."

His voice was very neutral and peaceful, with a set of onmyoji costumes and a solemn expression to the extreme, slowly emitting a soothing thought.

As soon as everyone heard Iga Gen speak, the chaotic scolding gradually stopped.

"Iga-kun, what do you think?"

Kanoji Tsuyoda looked at Iga Gen and spoke with some respect.

Iga Yuan is not only a master of Dandao, but also a great priest of Fuso, and he is a person who is extremely respected in the Fuso royal family, which is enough to make everyone admire.

As Kano Otsugata asked, everyone also looked at Iga Gen with suppressed anger and anticipation in their expressions.

They expected Iga Yuan, the first person of the Fuso Combat School, to lead everyone to fight back.

"My opinion is, patience."

Iga Gen still closed his eyes in the face of everyone's eyes, but the wrinkles on his brows also reflected his uncalmness:

"I hope you don't go to this Duan Zhen trouble, I will go and tell Your Majesty about this matter. When Duan Zhen comes to our country to exchange martial arts, we don't want to make a move, just send a few young officials to accompany us. ”

"Don't make a move?"

"What!?"

"Patience? Just endure it?! ”

As Iga Yuan finished speaking, everyone present instantly lost control of their emotions and exploded.

They immediately looked at Iga Yuan with extremely angry and puzzled eyes, and the room that had been quiet once again resounded with continuous questioning and angry scolding.

It's more intense than the emotions at the beginning!

At this moment, they all preferred that they had misheard.

This Fusang is the leader of the martial arts world today, the first person of the actual combat faction, the great priest of the royal family, actually said such a thing!

"Iga-kun, if you are not the grand priest of the imperial family, I ask you to commit suicide immediately!"

Another martial artist in the crowd, who was a little emaciated, looked at Iga Yuan with an incredulous look:

"This is our national shame! Those old-timers are our heroes! The hero was brutally killed by the Chinese, and this shame must be washed away with the blood of the enemy! This is the bravery of our Yamato nation that cannot be discarded! Endure? Iga-kun, how could you say such a thing! ”

This thin person is the head of the current Beichen family, Beichen Nunnery.

"Iga-kun! During the Holy War against China, how much did these old-timers contribute to our Fusang! They are the heroes of the entire Yamato nation! We ourselves, as well as our children in Fuso, have learned their heroic deeds since childhood! Now that they are being slaughtered by the enemy while they are enjoying their lives, you make us endure? How can we be worthy of the thousands of hot-blooded teenagers in the nation in doing this! How worthy of the ancestors who were killed by the enemy in that holy war! You don't have to say it! I'm going to see Your Majesty! ”

Beichen'an's words became more and more intense, his face turned red, and he told the past history with emotion.

As he spoke, he stood in front of the shrine and knelt down violently, placing the box respectfully and solemnly in front of the shrine.

With Beichen'an's action, the emotions in the entire field became more and more agitated.

Behind them were the idols, and they were the heroes of their hearts.

And the heroes who are still alive are approached by the enemy to kill them, but their leader does not allow them to take revenge.

The mood even changed from anger to grief.

At this moment, even Iga Yuan, who closed his eyes tightly, felt a little difficult to resist.

"Enough! Say no more! ”

Iga Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, and pushed away the Beichen Nunnery, who was constantly kowtowing, his eyes were indifferent to the point of ruthlessness:

"You may not know the Duan family... Maybe they're too detached, too secretive. ”

Iga Yuan's tone was extremely flat, and he slowly talked about the family behind this young man named Duan Zhen.

For a moment, everyone listened in silence.

A force that has been inherited for thousands of years and enveloped the world, from all walks of life, from all walks of life, from all walks of life, from every country to every organization.

Behind the scenes, there is the shadow of the Duan family.

This is only the tip of the iceberg, their main force does not know where it is, and the scope of the revelation alone makes people unable to resist.

It's not a country, it's better than a country!

Gradually, as Iga Yuan said more and more, the emotions that everyone had been agitated slowly eased.

"The current head of the Duan family has only this one son. If you go and kill him, I am afraid that the events of Hiroshima and Nagasaki will be repeated. They are not a state, they don't have any care. I can't imagine what will happen if I go crazy. ”

Iga Yuan looked at the group of martial artists in front of him who had become silent, and sighed in his heart.

When power reaches a level that is so transcendent that it transcends all nations, this kind of enmity between nation-states must be endured.

The opponent can directly strike at your territory.

And you don't know where the power of the other party's main body is, how to retaliate?

The surroundings began to fall into a dead silence, and the martial artists present were all martial arts practitioners, and they had very little involvement in this kind of political, military, and economic affairs, and they could not contact the transcendent forces of the Duan family at all.

Even Iga Yuan only learned a little when he saw the Fuso royal family respectfully receiving the members of the Duan family when he was young.

"But... That's it? ”

Kanoji Gangtian and several heads of contemporary Fuso martial arts families in Beichenan spoke together.

They all have a sense of the overall situation, and after hearing the story of the Duan family, they didn't know what to do for a while.

"Let's bury these seniors. If he wants to communicate, let him come. ”

Iga Yuan closed his eyes again, and his words became even more indifferent:

"In the past, there was Wang Chao, the first person in the world, and then there was an irresistible force like the Duan family, could it be that Tianyun was really not in my Fusang?"

He let out a long sigh and left the shrine.