It didn't take much effort to kill the guards, and even if a few leaders pulled out their pistols, it only took Liu Zheng a few more seconds to dodge.

On the contrary, it was the crying children who gave him a huge headache, and it was useless to try his best.

Fortunately, there was an older child to help soothe, otherwise Liu Zheng suspected that his eardrums would be shouted through.

He called, and the bus of Fujita's family came soon, and it was Aika Fujita who personally led the team.

"Children, follow my sister to the car, and my sister will take you to take a bath and eat delicious food." She smiled and guided the children.

The calm and generous big sister style won the trust of the children, and they quickly lined up and got on the bus like elementary school students on a spring outing.

"Liu Jun, you have to leave Japan immediately, I have borrowed a private jet for you." Fujita Ariako said with a serious face.

"The background is so deep?" Liu Zheng asked.

"Those two consortia are just middlemen, and the real buyer is Jeffrey Epstein, a wealthy American man. Moreover, he is only a buyer on the surface. Arian Fujita said.

In Japan, the people who really have power are not zaibatos, nor aristocrats, or even the government, but the American garrison.

And the plutocrats of the United States, who can influence and even control American politics, sometimes have the same power.

He now understood why Apricot Fujita was so nervous.

"Good. But these children. Liu Zheng did not take the strong order, but he was very worried about the safety of his children.

"Your Excellency Liu Yin also knows about this matter, and he will also help." Fujita said.

Liu Yin has had three all-Japanese swordsmanship masters, and the relationship between the military and the police is intertwined, and with the help of Liu Yin Masamune, the safety of these children can be guaranteed.

"Those who act as brokers." His tone turned cold again.

"We'll catch some, but we stop there. This is Japan, not China, which is a strong central government, I hope you can understand. Fujita's tone seemed to be sorry and sad.

Liu Zheng sighed and didn't say anything more, the Fujita family was already very helpful, and he was not qualified to ask for more.

He nodded and got into the car waiting next to him.

"Liu Jun, will we meet again?" Fujita Arikotsu looked at him with bright eyes.

"If it's fate." Liu Zheng was silent for a few seconds and said calmly.

The car drove away, and Fujita Yuan looked at the tail of the car in the distance and whispered to herself.

"I only believe that things are done by people."

I returned to Huaguo on a private jet borrowed by Fujita's family, and it was already morning.

found a breakfast shop and ate wontons with thin skin and fresh soup, but he was still a little uneasy.

In the real world with advanced technology, Liu Zheng can do so much

Even if it weren't for the help of the Fujita family and Yanagiin Masamune, he would probably have died in a foreign country.

If you want to carry out your beliefs in the real world, you must be at the level of a god of the deep or a satanic clone.

Thinking of this, he had a little more expectations for the dream gladiatorial arena and the world of the "Secret Keeper".

After breakfast, Liu Zheng went to Jiangda again and gave the small gift he bought to An Jiajia.

Then he harvested a girl's white eyes, and asked him why he didn't call her when he went to Japan.

He rolled his eyes, did he take her to the gym?

After eating together at noon, Liu Zheng fell asleep when he returned home.

Then, in his sleep, he entered the dream gladiatorial arena.

Because the mission world is too long, Liu Zheng was still in a trance when he opened his eyes and saw the magnificent stands.

It wasn't until the system's prompt sounded that he realized that he was about to fight again.

"Gladiator has turned on the weapon selection function, and the current level is a veteran gladiator, and you can choose one of three random weapons." 、

As soon as the prompt fell, three wooden shelves appeared in front of Liu Zheng, on which boxing gloves, Indonesian short sticks, and Pu knives were placed.

He thought about it and chose Pu Dao.

Although I haven't practiced it, all sword techniques always have something in common.

As for boxing gloves and Indonesian short sticks? Don't be funny, fools know the truth that an inch is long and an inch is strong.

picked up the Pu knife and swung it a few times at will, and was quite satisfied with the sharpness and weight, at least much stronger than the original bare hands.

The iron gate reappeared, and this time out of it was a short, ugly-looking man dressed in a ronin costume.

But Liu Zheng did not despise this, the system said that the opponents of special gladiatorial fights are all historical celebrities.

And this kind of image can become a historical celebrity, and it will definitely not be a good stubble.

The ronin man looked around, but instead of rushing up immediately, he sat down cross-legged and recited a poem.

"It is not contrary to the common sense of the world, nor does it seek pleasure

The samurai are constantly striving for self-improvement, sacrificing their lives to benefit the world

In his life, he often denies himself and desires, and he has no regrets

How others will not be jealous, and when they are dismissed, they will not be sad

He has no complaints about his own affairs, and he is not obsessed with romance

Don't covet the beauty of the mansion, and don't hurt the body by asceticism

Worship the gods and Buddhas without asking for them, and you can die at night when you hear about it

The body can die, the martial arts are undefeated, and the martial arts of all things will last forever."

After reading not so much a poem as a long sentence of a life motto, Ronin stood up, a sharp feeling emanating from his every pore.

The sharp aura converged into a long sword and stabbed at Liu Zheng, causing him to feel the pain of his skin being cut open.

"My name, Miyamoto Musashi." Ronin, no, said the swordsman.

Miyamoto Musashi, the most legendary swordsman in Japanese history, is also the most legendary martial artist.

He fought more than 60 duels in his life and never lost himself.

The most legendary battle was the heavy defeat of Yoshioka-ryu, who is known as the "No. 1 kendo school in Kyoto".

At that time, the head of the Yoshioka school, Yoshioka Kiyojuro, and Musashi engaged in a duel in the field, and in the duel, Musashi killed Kiyojuro.

Then Yoshioka's disciples besieged him, and Musashi had expected that many stones would be placed on the rice fields in advance.

Seeing a large number of Yoshioka disciples rushing towards him, Musashi ran to the rice field and stepped on the stones placed on it, and the mud of the rice field restrained the Yoshioka disciples' movement and made them unable to move, which gave Musashi a one-on-one chance.

Musashi armed with two swords, used his world-famous two days to kill one to two to kill two, kill more than seventy samurai who came to besiege and quickly leave, Yoshioka-ryu was wiped out.

Not only is the actual combat proud, but the martial arts books and art of war books written by him have also been widely circulated in later generations, including Liu Yin Masamune's favorite "Five Wheel Book".

Of course, Liu Zheng knew about this martial arts master, and immediately raised his vigilance to the highest.

Miyamoto Musashi glanced at him and folded his hands eleven times.

Out of respect for the martial arts master, Liu Zheng also bowed back.

Then, a small cut was made in the corner of his forehead, and blood slowly flowed to his eyes, and his left eye was red with blood.

On the ground behind him, there was a shuriken embedded in it.

If it weren't for Liu Zheng's timely dodge, the shuriken should have been embedded in his eye socket.

Proficient in all kinds of martial arts, he does everything, this is Miyamoto Musashi, a master of war.

His ears moved slightly, and there were three more sounds of breaking the air, and he raised his knife and slashed to block the hidden weapon from the knife light.

However, the real killer move is not a hidden weapon.

Two knives, one long and one short, crossed and landed from the sky, smashing into the top of Liu Zheng's head like a meteorite.

Miyamoto Musashi's robe swelled in the wind, his slightly ugly face looked calm and firm, and his short figure seemed to have turned into a behemoth.

Slash? Liu Zheng was a little puzzled.

Some laymen may like to jump up and attack to appear more imposing.

But in fact, the force starts from the ground, and once a person leaves the ground, there is nowhere to borrow the force whether he exerts force or moves, and it is no different from a live target.

How could a master like Miyamoto Musashi make such a low-level mistake?

I couldn't figure it out, and I didn't have time to think about it, the blade was about to be added, and he could only raise the knife to block it.

However, before the three knives could touch, Miyamoto Musashi took a deep breath in mid-air, and his shriveled stomach instantly swelled like a October pregnancy.

"Phew!" A loud explosion that did not resemble a human voice was like a thunder god reprimanding all evils.

The turbulent sonic airflow stung Liu Zheng's eardrums, making his brain suddenly rise, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but clear three points.

In the face of a great opportunity, Miyamoto Musashi's face was still sad or joyless, but he just moved the knife with all his might.

The long knife cuts the blade, the short knife cuts the person!

"Good fighting, good knife skills." Liu Zheng praised.

The blood in his forehead had stopped for some time, and the Pu knife in his hand steadily stopped the long knife, and the short knife was opened by him with a punch.

With the impact of the short knife, Miyamoto Musashi did a backflip and landed steadily a meter away.

After landing, the double knife law in his hand is still calm, and Liu Zheng is not given any chance to take advantage of it.

"Good eyesight, good strain." Miyamoto Musashi praised him back.

The two looked at each other seriously, and they both felt that the other was the only rival they had seen in their lives.

Although he agreed with the strength of the other party, Liu Zheng was still made angry by Miyamoto Musashi's continuous tricks, and no longer waited for the other party to make a move, but advanced to attack.

The wide simple knife is chopped down at the head, and the simple single move is "force to split Huashan", and the knife method is all there, which is simple and unpretentious.

But with the power of his dragon elephant, the sword wind was as fierce as a huge wave emptying, and he really had a bit of the momentum of Erlang Mountain splitting the mountain to save his mother.

Before the blade could reach his body, Miyamoto Musashi's hair was blown by the knife wind, but his face still did not change.

There is no wind and no waves in the heart lake, and the heart mirror is round and bright.

Before creating the "two-day first-class" characterized by double sword strikes, Miyamoto Musashi had already dominated the side with the swordsmanship of "Yuanmingliu".

The characteristic of "Yuanmingliu" is that no matter whether you face the strong or the weak, you will always face it with a calm mind, find out the flaws of the other party, and kill with one blow.

As soon as I stepped on my feet, the straw sandals under my feet were torn apart.

Miyamoto Musashi's short body disappeared in an instant, and in the next second, it appeared in Liu Zheng's arms.

The short knife pressed precisely against the back of the Pak knife, directing the knife to the side.

And the long knife was straight and pointed outward, as Miyamoto Musashi's body leaned towards Liu Zheng's neck, like a fatal kiss of sympathy.

The astonishing killing intent made the pores of his whole body bulge into goosebumps, and his thoughts suddenly stretched extremely long, as if swinging on a swing on an autumn afternoon, looking at a white cloud that was getting closer and closer.