"Bell!" A bell rang, and the first competition officially began.

Fumio Funakoshi took a stand and beckoned.

Chen Zhen put on a boxing posture with both hands, his feet jumped back and forth frequently, slowly approaching the other party, and suddenly jumped forward in front of Fumio Funakoshi.

Laugh at!

His right fist stretched out and disappeared in place in an instant, tearing the air out at a rapid pace.

Fumio Funakoshi turned his head sideways, and the strong wind blew his cheeks with pain.

But Chen Zhen's next punch had already followed, turning into a black line and blasting into Funakoshi's abdomen.

Fumio Funakoshi's eyes lit up, and his right elbow stepped forward, narrowly blocking the attacking fist.

"Bang!"

The fists and elbows collided, and the two took a step back.

Fumio Funakoshi squinted at the other side, and suddenly spoke: "Young man, what a strong force. ”

"Mr. Funakoshi's response was also good."

These two people seem to be complimenting each other, but in fact, they have figured out each other's routines for the first tentative encounter, Chen Zhen is young and strong, and Fumio Funakoshi is experienced.

"The warm-up is over, let's get started!" Fumio Funakoshi twisted his neck and moved his hands and feet as he spoke.

"Okay."

As soon as the words fell, Fumio Funakoshi struck a fierce hand knife, slashing straight through the air and slashing at Chen Zhen's right shoulder.

The distance between the two of them was actually crossed by him in one step, and the hand knife was as sharp as a real blade, because the speed was extremely fast, everyone in the audience could only see a phantom formed in an instant and disappear, and the ears were full of whistling sounds left by the hand knife breaking through the air.

"That's a lot of speed." Chen Zhenxin was stunned, and he only had time to raise his elbow, and before he could touch him, he could clearly feel a faint tingling sensation in the skin under the clothes on his shoulders.

Boom!

The elbows of the two intersected, Chen Zhen's right elbow blocked, only to feel that the bone pain was like a crack, and before he had time to think about it, his left hand suddenly clenched his fist and blasted out of the opponent's face, and his arm shot out suddenly, like a sharp arrow.

"Smack!"

There was another muffled sound, and the two of them attacked each other's moves one after another.

Immediately after that, in a distance of less than half a meter, the two started the most fierce fight.

Fumio Funakoshi's hand knife turned into a storm and attacked Chen Zhen, and the power of the strongest hand knife was extremely amazing, and the strong wind generated directly cut several gaps in Chen Zhen's coat.

Chen Zhen also did not show weakness, jumping forward and backward repeatedly to dodge the opponent's attacks in a thousand shots, his body was extremely flexible, his left and right fists were like antelope hanging horns, and his imaginative fist technique always launched a counterattack from the most incredible angle.

For a while, the sound of fists and kicks adding together was denser than raindrops.

Fumio Funakoshi's breathing became slightly heavier, he was old, and his physical strength was far inferior to that of the young and strong Chen Zhen.

However, he was prepared for this situation.

"Look at my legs!" Funakoshi Fumio drank violently, his footsteps were like a poisonous snake, his hands were spread out, he unintentionally hugged Chen Zhen's head, and his right foot bent his knee and slammed into Chen Zhen's abdomen.

"Bang!"

Chen Zhen was taken aback, and hurriedly put his arms together to block this knee impact, but the next knee collision was already like a shadow.

"One, two, three, four, five" It wasn't until he blocked the fifth knee that Chen Zhen seized the opportunity to give Fumio Funakoshi a blow to the shoulder, and the two broke up.

The pain in his arm was cracking, and it had already risen visibly to the naked eye, and he accidentally suffered a big loss for a while, Chen Zhen still couldn't help but ask: "I remember that there is no such leg technique in karate." ”

"There's no leg method." Fumio Funakoshi also rubbed the place where his shoulder was hit, and said, "I didn't say that I only use karate, this is my own creation based on the Chinese leg method, how is it, the power is not bad, right?" ”

Chen Zhen showed a thoughtful expression, and then leaned in to kick back sideways.

Fumio Funakoshi hurriedly blocked it, waved his hand and stabbed it straight, but Chen Zhen didn't think about it, but he didn't ignore it, and he grabbed his chest clothes with both hands.

"Not good!"

Fumio Funakoshi realized that it was too late, Chen Zhen suddenly stumbled under his feet with his right foot, kicked his abdomen with his left foot when he couldn't stand the force and took off, and then pulled Fumio Funakoshi directly with both hands and rolled out of his shoulders and threw him hard into the ring.

This move leveraged the strength of Fumio Funakoshi himself, and the strength of the two combined, Fumio Funakoshi fell to the ground and was seriously injured if he did not die, and suddenly there was an exclamation from the audience.

"Chen Zhen don't want it!" It was the voice of Mitsuko Yamada.

At the critical moment, Chen Zhen hesitated, and forcibly changed the direction of force with his wrist, throwing Fumio Funakoshi out horizontally.

Fumio Funakoshi rolled over and landed in the air, and the continuous retreat of "kicking and kicking" to the edge of the ring was able to stand firm and did not fall.

However, the impact of this blow was not over, because Fumio Funakoshi couldn't help but tremble his legs until now, smiled bitterly, and asked, "At this time, the sacrificial skills in judo?" ”

Chen Zhen glanced at Mitsuko Yamada, who looked nervous in the audience, and nodded.

"Not bad." Fumio Funakoshi twisted his feet, also glanced at his niece Mitsuko in the audience, and sighed, "Young man, you are really good, I hope to have the opportunity to continue to compete with you, but this time I still want to congratulate you, you won." ”

With that, he jumped off the ring with a light jump.

"I throw in the towel!" Raised his hand to the referee.

As soon as these three words came out, the scene burst into cheers.

The people of the Jingwu Sect rushed to the ring and surrounded Chen Zhentuan.

"Senior Brother Chen, you are so powerful!"

"I have long known that as long as Senior Brother Chen comes out, he will definitely win......"

Mitsuko Yamada came to Chen Zhen's side and said softly, "Chen Zhen, thank you for letting Uncle Funakoshi goe." ”

Chen Zhen shook his head, looked at Fumio Funakoshi's slightly lonely figure, and said softly: "Mr. Funakoshi will admit defeat not because I am better than him, but because he thinks that the Japanese will not be able to defeat Chinese......."

At the last moment, Fumio Funakoshi had a chance to fight back, but he chose to give up in the end.

……

On the other side, Fujita Gang smashed the table in front of him with a "boom", "Why do you want to admit defeat?" ”

Fumio Funakoshi's expression was indifferent, and he said: "Of course, if your skills are not as good as others, you have to admit defeat." ”

Fujita Tsuyoshi walked up to Fumio Funakoshi with murderous intent, and glared at each other with his eyes: "You obviously have the strength to spare, why don't you continue to fight." ”

Fumio Funakoshi's eyes were extremely deep, as if he was not alarmed by the other party's killing intent at all, "There is no point in a senseless fight, since you have already divided the superior, why not make a conclusion earlier." ”

"Yaga, die!" Tsuyoshi Fujita clenched his right fist and was about to make a move.

The Japanese envoy, who was also watching the martial arts competition, hurriedly stopped: "Calm your anger, this is the martial arts club, don't be angry, let the whole world see our Japanese jokes." ”

"I will tell the military department the truth, and you will wait to be punished!" Fujita Tsuyoshi held back his anger and said Senran.

Fumio Funakoshi yawned nonchalantly, "It just so happens that I also want to retire, it's best to remove my position, and I'm going to go back to my hometown in Hokkaido to be a leisurely fisherman." ”

After saying that, he walked alone.

"Hmph, damn old puppet, I've been assimilated in China for a long time." Fujita looked at him with murderous intent.

……

After the excitement, the second game was held half an hour after the end of the first game.

After the bell of the competition rang, Jingwumen Huo Tingen walked into the ring first.

Fujita Tsuyoshi nodded heavily at Miyamoto Saiji beside him, "Saiji-kun, please." ”

The young man in front of him has a noble status, and even he has to pay attention to it.

"Huh!" Miyamoto Satoki chuckled lightly and slowly stepped into the ring with clogs.

Approach, stand, draw the knife.

"My sword is called Bizen Nagashi Hikatsu, three feet and two inches long, and it is a relic of a great enemy in the life of my ancestors, and I obtained it. You can also choose your favorite weapon. ”

"Tinne, go on." Someone in the audience threw a big knife similar to the Blue Dragon Glaive Knife up.

Huo Tingen took the knife and pulled a knife flower, and stood up proudly: "The five sword kings left behind the treasure knife, sharpening iron like mud and cutting heads like grass, killing the invaders of the great powers. ”

When Huo Yuanjia was young, he had a master-apprentice friendship with Wang Wu, and this knife was given to Huo Yuanjia by his widow after Wang Wu's death, and it has been kept in the Jingwu Sect.

"A good knife indeed." I saw Miyamoto Saiji put on a peculiar posture, stepped forward with one foot, held the sword with both hands, and faced the opponent sideways, and the momentum of the whole body changed suddenly.

If he was still a deep and quiet ancient spring before, then when he picked up the long sword, he instantly turned into a fierce dog and wolf that was waiting to be devoured!

"Don't worry, after killing you, I will keep your knife well." The words fell, and the three-foot long sword slashed straight down.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

A series of metal clashes rang out, and countless sparks erupted from the clashing of the two weapons.

The two people on the stage turned into two black shadows, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, swords-and-swords clashing, dancing on the edge of death all the time.

"Whew!" Huo Tingen cut horizontally, and saw that he was going to cut Miyamoto Saiji in two sections.

At the critical moment, Miyamoto Saiji was not chaotic at all, the long sword in his hand trembled, the tip of the sword drew an arc against the big knife, the long sword bent, and then stiffened suddenly, and his body jumped backwards like a spring, almost dodging Huo Tingen's big knife.

"Whew! Swish! Two crescent-like silver arcs swept towards Hottingen in mid-air.

The silver arc cleverly blocked the way, and seeing that he couldn't dodge, Huo Tingen simply ignored it, and slashed forward with his body.

Suddenly, a familiar whimper sounded from the audience, which made Huo Tingen's body tremble, and he looked at the audience out of the corner of his eye.

"Bang dang!" When it was too late, the two figures staggered in an instant, and the sound of metal resonating was still vibrating.

"Tick, tick, tick......" the sound of blood dripping on the platform.

"Whew!" A fountain of blood gushed out, and the victim was Huo Tingen, the Jingwu Sect.

"This is Yan Hui?" Huo Tingen said with a big knife on the ground, covering the wound with his hand.

"Yes, this is Yan Hui. You can dodge my first two swords because they are not killing swords in the first place, the real killing moves, in the third sword. Miyamoto said slowly in a low voice.

"Good swordsmanship, but so despicable. Your goal has been accomplished, let Xiaohong go. Huo Tingen forced himself to finish speaking, and fell to the ground after losing too much blood.

Seeing this, Miyamoto Saiji's eyes widened slightly, and then turned around and left the ring.

"The winner of the second game is, Miyamoto Saiki."

As soon as the game ended, everyone from the Jingwu Sect rushed to the ring, and Nong Jinsun shouted with an anxious face: "Quick, everyone, quickly carry Tingen to the hospital!" ”

When Miyamoto Saiji arrived, Fujita Tsuyoshi showed a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, bowed slightly and said, "Congratulations, Saiji-kun." ”

Miyamoto glanced at him lightly, "You shouldn't interfere." ”

"Everything is for the honor of the Great Japanese Empire."

Miyamoto Saiji was silent, his fingers unconsciously crossed the waist of the kimono, there was a one-foot-long gap, and at the last moment, as long as Huo Tingen's blade advanced a little more, maybe he would be injured.

In this competition, he won the competition.

"The other party is a respectable opponent, let that woman go."

"Of course." Interfering in Miyamoto Saiji's duel has already violated the other party's taboo, and Fujita Tsuyoshi has no need to anger this person with extraordinary origins for a little thing, and nodded to the crowd imperceptibly.

In the crowd, two men in black pushed the woman away and turned to merge into the crowd.

The woman fell to the ground, raised her head to reveal a face like a flower and jade, looked around helplessly, and then ran in the direction of the people of the Jingwu Sect with a pale face......