The "Martial Arts Games" were held for a total of three days.

On the first day, the "martial arts" were performed by various associations, families, and genres; on the second day, the "martial arts competition" was performed by fists and swords, and on the third day, after the awards were awarded, the bigwigs met again to discuss the establishment of a supreme bushido alliance.

It seems that the dream of dominating the rivers and lakes will be realized by the Black Dragon Society......

There is a process of brewing and promoting the occurrence of any event. The big ones are like national wars, the small ones are like enterprise bidding, the historical trend, and the division of interests, as early as in the bloody rain in the open and in the dark, and in the staggered conspiracy and bargaining, the outline is generally revealed. Unless a strong external force intervenes, or an abrupt change breaks the process and separates it, the outcome has already settled.

It seems that the Black Dragon will dominate the pace of the Fuso underground world, unstoppable.

The venue for the "Martial Arts Games" is the Black Dragon Club Industry "Songtao Hall", which is spacious and bright, and can seat about seven or eight thousand people. On weekdays, it undertakes some business such as table tennis, badminton, tennis, fighting, and concerts, but from this year onwards, it will not be open to the public.

On the wide square in front of the Shoto Museum stands a life-size bronze statue of Yokotaoka, about 1.83 meters high, wearing a sun flag, holding one fist high, and his eyes are sharp.

Here, he defeated 36 boxing champions in the world in just two years, achieving the reputation of "the number one master above the ring and under the stars". Whether it is Huaxia martial arts, Fusang karate, Muay Thai, Western boxing, and no matter what level of opponent, they can't hold three moves under the iron fist.

The cowhide is not afraid to blow big, for fear that no one will notice.

Not directly talking about "the number one master under the stars" is to avoid provoking powerful cultivators, believing that it is impossible for them to stand in the ring and fight bare-chested.

Later, the Black Dragon Society and Yokotaoka may have grown tired of this senseless challenge and set new rules. It's very simple, just two: no matter life or death, no limit.

To this end, the Black Dragon Society specially recorded a promotional video. In the picture, Yokotaoka slams his fist into a steel plate as thick as one centimeter, leaving a fist mark half a centimeter deep.

The power of a punch, so much so that Si.

It's the rhythm of beating people to death!

Oh mom, who would dare to play with him?

From then on, it was completely quiet.

He became the national treasure of Fuso, the god of war of Yamato, and the idol of the people.

At half past eight in the morning, the sun was shining.

Fu Peng stood on the steps in front of the Songtao Pavilion, squinting at more than a dozen girls in black and white practice uniforms getting off the bus and flying towards the Yokotaoka bronze statue like little swallows, chirping and taking a group photo, with little stars flashing in their eyes.

The girls didn't know that the back of the bronze statue's pedestal was inlaid with a steel plate and an inscription. The fist print that is half a centimeter deep is like a small hole, and if you look closely, you can clearly see the bulge of the knuckles and the lines along the fist, such as a fake exchange.

Ten minutes ago, Fu Peng put his fist into the hole and probed, shuddering.

He was sure that as the pinnacle of martial arts, he couldn't resist such a powerful punch from Yokotaoka.

In ancient times, the poor were rich in martial arts, and in modern times, the children of the rich rarely practiced martial arts. Except for warriors like Yagyu Jingyun, who were born into a family, most of them are mixed in the bottom of society.

There are all kinds of people in the square, most of them take buses, a few bigwigs take small cars, shabby chartered taxis, and only one young man comes. He was in the dust, obviously from a small community in a remote countryside, and he stood alone with his head held high with a resolute face, perhaps praying for fame and a mission.

The world is like a tide, and people are like water.

Desire is like a bubble floating on the surface of water, endless, rising and extinguishing.

The square was bustling, some people were full of red light and walked briskly, some were frowning and worried, some were wandering and looking forward to it, and some were happy and noisy, but they were those teenagers who did not know the taste of sorrow.

Fu Peng glanced at the flow of people, and his mood was complicated.

For him, the Black Dragon Society entangled the forces of bushido, incited the people to build momentum for the restoration of the military, and sent a dangerous signal to split the federation; for the bigwigs with their own intentions, this conference may be a feast of the Hongmen or a 'feast for the king'; for many small and medium-sized associations, they just want to protect themselves and pick up a little scraps of the feast; for the young people who are struggling at the bottom, this is an excellent opportunity to show their talents, and it is an excellent opportunity to make a name for themselves.

Things in the world are strange.

There is no absolute good, and there is no absolute bad.

It's like erecting a high recruiting flag, attached to ants from all directions, seeking fame, profit, protection, and eliminating disasters. However, birds can rest their feet, scientists can use it to measure the distance of the sun, and thunder in the sky can use it as a coordinate.

I hope that the basket will not be out of the basket in the next few days, so that the dragon slaying plan can go smoothly.

I hope that those young boys and girls in the flower season will leave soon.

Although the situation is becoming more and more dangerous, it has not formed a prairie fire. But last night's attack from Hell added fuel to the fire, tearing the mask and breaking the balance, causing all parties who tried to play Tai Chi to speed up the pace in an instant.

Today, Fu Peng's worries have been verified.

In the morning, he came in the car of the Yanagi family, and it was almost eight o'clock, and the streets along the way were still deserted, few shops were open, and a few young men with fierce eyes were often squatting at the intersection. The traffic lights are faithful, but there is not a single traffic policeman. Groups of people hurriedly gathered, carrying sticks. Several groups of dozens of people, some tied their foreheads horizontally with a cloth band of red sun on a white background, looked at passing vehicles with unkind faces, and some spread out blank banners and wrote on the sidewalk.

Like the quiet dawn before the decisive battle, the killing machine is everywhere, and the undercurrent is turbulent.

In the Shotokan Square, some of the bushido bigwigs gathered together, greeted each other, and some chatted while walking, their eyes vigilant. The tone contained a hint of irrepressible excitement, strange and urgent, and when he saw the members of the Black Dragon Society approaching, he quickly stopped talking, or changed the subject.

"Have you heard, someone single-handedly smashed a hall of the Black Dragon Society in the middle of the night last night. ”

“...... The dog barked all night......"

“...... The dog is fine, the person is okay......"

“...... Police cars and ambulances blocked the mountain road, and it is still blocked. A river of blood...... More than a hundred people do not leave a single living ......"

"I have inside the police, it's not that exaggerated. Only a dozen of the most ferocious ones died, and the others had broken arms and legs. The driver, the woman, and several small children were not injured and fainted inexplicably...... Still, it's amazing......"

“...... I heard that the kappa had a manifestation......"

"Wrong, it's a visitor from hell......"

"Who dares to break ground on Tai Sui's head......"

"It's not me ...... anyway"

Fu Peng understood their minds.

Except for the clubs that have taken refuge in the Black Dragon Society, those small schools that are trying to survive in the cracks, no one wants to have an extra "Emperor Taishang" on their heads, and they will be at the mercy of it from now on.

But if you don't come, you can't do it, your fist is big.

It can fight openly and honestly, and you will be completely deprived of dignity. If you don't accept the challenge, you will lose the spirit and courage of bushido, and you will be spurned. What's more, the forces behind it are extremely huge, and you will not be able to mess with it after all.

Let's take a step first, and then look at it.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the martial arts conference officially kicked off.

Security is tight, and firearms are never allowed to enter.

The president of the Black Dragon Society, Funakoshi Se, sat in the center of the rostrum, with a young man in civilian clothes on the left and Yokota Oka on the right, and about seventy or eighty people sat behind them and went up in turn to form a rectangular array, which was less than expected.

The young man Fu Peng knew, his name was Tokugawa Duaaki, the youngest son of Tokugawa Yasu, who was only 27 years old this year, and was a major in the Fuso Army Operations Staff Office. The burden of governing the Black Dragon Society and other social forces has gradually shifted to his shoulders recently. The fact that he was able to appear here under such an urgent situation fully shows that the military attaches great importance to the "Armed Games Conference."

Yokota Oka has thick hair, single eyelids, and eyes close to the nose, and is typical of Fuso Yayoi people, who sit quietly in a traditional samurai costume with a top and a skirt. He is already invincible in the world, and it is impossible for him to play on an occasion like today. Even if any of them are tired of jumping out to challenge, it depends on whether he is willing to accept it.

Just as Fu Peng was quietly observing, Yokota Oka turned his head and looked over.

That glance was like a night of lightning, causing Fu Peng's hair to explode, blood surging, and he could barely control the dantian breath.

The agent leader hurriedly sat upright, with a silly smile on his face, took a long breath slowly, and after swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his heart pounded and pounded.

It's amazing!

With this sharp spiritual power alone, it seems that it is no less than last night's visitor from hell.

Fu Peng, as a guest invited by the Liusheng family, sat behind Liusheng Jingyun and the two elders with Xiao Zhouduan, behaving no different from ordinary people.

When the Fuso Rebellion first emerged, Ryudo was not sure what Tokugawa Yasu was going to do, so he formulated this dragon slaying plan, and the sharpshooter Xiao Zhou killed Funakoshi at the "Martial Arts Conference".

Although the Black Dragon Society was cultivated by the military, after all, it was a society, with many mountains and intrigues, and its members did not receive military salaries. Therefore, the death of Nagafune Eze will inevitably cause considerable chaos. Long Tang continued to fight and disintegrate, at least so that Tokugawa Yasu's invisible wings could not fan the yin wind for the time being.

The core of the dragon slaying plan is Xiao Zhou, and Fu Peng and Xiao Li Quan give him a hand. After entering the venue, Fu Peng covered Xiao Zhou, and hacker Xiao Li hid outside for network remote control, and cut off the power supply of Songtao Hall on the third day of awards.

It is estimated that by the third day, the defense and vigilance of the Shoto Pavilion began to slacken, and the personnel gradually became tired. Xiao Zhou entered the hall with a lighter that could shoot two poison needles, and shot Funakoshi when the light suddenly went dark. For a sharpshooter who can destroy incense heads thousands of kilometers away, positioning in the dark is a piece of cake.

The needle is specially made to break the defense of the little master.

Poison is the most intense, and there is no cure.

A distance of one or twenty meters, two chances, is equivalent to probing and fetching.

Even if a top master like Yokotaoka intervenes to block it, they can't follow Funakoshi's ass when the award is presented.

So, on the first morning, they just knew the terrain, got acquainted with each other, understood the situation, and left at noon, and came back on the third day.

It doesn't matter if Fu Peng is seen through, his origin is clear, who said that a businessman can't have martial arts?

Xiao Zhou is the hidden killer move. His high-ranking samurai cultivation did not have any threatening power, and it was impossible to be discovered.

After being glanced at, Fu Peng honestly lowered his head.

Yokota slowly turned his head, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up with a sneer.

The prologue kicked off, with an ancient and solemn ceremony first, and then each family took turns to perform.

Fuso Bushido originated from Shenzhou Huaxia in the Sui and Tang dynasties, and at the beginning there were only kendo and karate, called Tang Zhu, Tang Hand. By the Ming and Qing dynasties, that is, the shogunate period of Fuso, ninjutsu was produced. Under these three major genres, countless small genres have been derived.

Chinese Buddhism and Confucianism infiltrated into bushido, and in the face of endless wars, it gradually became the national spirit, comparing cherry blossoms to samurai, pursuing loyalty, faithfulness, honesty, martial arts, and reputation. Those in power often use it to motivate morale, consolidate the army, imprison and unify ideas.

In fact, it is a branch of the Chinese martial arts, branching out in foreign lands. Limited to the pattern, it did not produce a great master who shook the past and the present, until Yokota Oka was born.

In the field, the martial artists all used their strength to eat milk in full view.

Someone split the eighteen green bricks stacked up with one palm, and someone kicked through five wooden planks stacked one or two points thick, in Fu Peng's opinion, he was only at the level of a middle-level martial artist, and it was not worth it.

However, the ninjutsu from the small sect of Iga made his eyes shine.

Two young girls are barefoot, like butterflies in flowers, chasing and attacking each other on the narrow ground covered with steel nails. The level of the girl is only at the level of a samurai, but this lightness and agility is breathtaking, and it seems that the plum blossom pile in China is not as good as it. However, these skills are only suitable for espionage or assassination, and are not suitable for serious combat.

Finally, the people of the Black Dragon Society appeared.

A hunchbacked old man who is only about 1.5 meters long, with an obscene appearance and looks like a horse monkey.

There was a sparse applause at the scene, and it was obvious that most people did not know each other.

The host of the meeting solemnly introduced that this is the ancient head of the Adverse Wind Flow Gate, who has lived in seclusion in the mountains for 50 years and practiced the supreme sword path that has been lost - cloak slash.

There was an uproar.

The various kendo schools talked about it, and they didn't think so, and the head of the Beichen sword stream even closed his eyes.

The atmosphere was dull and depressing.

Jingkou Wunian was a little wooden, didn't say much, drooped his eyelids and ordered to take a bamboo knife.

Fusang lacked resources and underdeveloped smelting in ancient times, so it was impossible to manufacture heavy weapons such as the ring-headed iron knife, and there has always been no distinction between swords and swords. The so-called katana is as narrow as a Chinese sword, but it is one-sided.

Kendo, that is, the way of the sword.

The Black Dragon Society intends to deter the heroes, and it is impossible to send a soft-footed crab out of battle. I'm afraid this bad old man is not simple.

Fu Peng looked at the field from afar and muttered in his heart.

The martial arts event was a rare event in bushido, and Kyoto TV sent a special film crew, but only filmed the opening ceremony and a few programs before leaving in a hurry. Looking at the way the host hid in the corner and nervously answered the phone, something big must have happened outside.

When the exit gate was pushed open by the film crew, Fu Peng vaguely heard the tsunami-like shouts of the mountains and the tsunami, and smiled bitterly.

Sure enough, it started outside.

The riots of millions of people are like a tornado of great energy, which cannot be controlled by one or two supermen or institutions. Whether you are there or not will have no impact on the outcome.

The boss of the Black Dragon Society must understand this truth, and gathering here is just right to wash away the suspicions present. For them, the "Martial Arts Conference" is like an arrow on the bow, and it must be held. Otherwise, if it is postponed because a mere hall is destroyed, it will inevitably be laughed at, and those who are unwilling to submit will also have the courage to resist out of thin air.

The Black Dragon Society is going to seize this meeting, and the Visitors to Hell should be seizing this opportunity as well.

The wind and clouds have risen, but the mountain rain has not arrived.

Fu Peng felt that he would definitely come.