Chapter 618
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"Who are you, daring to break into a private house?"
A middle-aged man with a moustache under his nose in the crowd in the room saw me and a gang of sentinel teeth break in, and immediately shouted angrily. At the same time, five or six security guards came in a hurry, which seemed to drive us out.
I didn't pay attention to the moustache. I stared at Murakami Yifu standing in the center of the martial arts lecture hall with a samurai sword in his hand. This guy has a tall man rarely seen in the East, about one meter eight, a little taller than me, wearing a samurai uniform and a horse face. He also looked at me with confused eyes, as if he was guessing who I am?
"I'm the real Chen Yu. He's just my brother and wants to explain to you instead of me." I explained Murakami's question, then glanced at the swing stick on the ground, bent down to pick it up, wiped the blood on the swing stick twice as if nothing had happened, then raised my head and said to him coldly, "do you want to fight Chen Yu, then I'll fight with you!"
As soon as I said this, a group of people in the room whispered. Half of the people here are all kinds of "martial arts" experts of the local martial arts association. They were invited here by Murakami Yifu. Of course, no one dares to compete with Murakami. After all, many martial arts are useless and useless. Half of them are friends of Murakami's business. They all come to see the excitement.
Zhang Airong was among them. Of course, she didn't come to see the excitement today. She came to negotiate with Murakami Yifu to discuss how to solve the contradiction between me and Murakami Zhengxiong, but unexpectedly, Qin Yong came at this time, and Qin Yong still claimed to be Chen Yu. Zhang Airong began to think that I had found a substitute for the dead, Tao Dai Li Jiang, so he didn't expose Qin Yong, but I didn't expect that things have changed again. I angrily proposed to compete with Murakami Yifu.
Zhang Airong could not help but frown and murmured: "Qin Yong was defeated, the matter can come to an end, and Yifu Murakami's skill is not low, Chen Yu, why do you need it?"
Murakami looked at me up and down, then nodded and said, "he's a fake Chen Yu. OK, I accept your challenge."
I hate this guy for seriously injuring Qin Yong, so when he said he agreed to the challenge, I slipped under my feet, quickly approached his left side, and the swing stick in my hand pulled towards his left rib. The full name of the swing stick is tactical telescopic baton. It is one of the eight large pieces installed in a single police train. It is more powerful than iron pipes. If it is smashed, this guy will break at least a few ribs.
But his reaction was very quick. As soon as he had a samurai sword in his hand, he stopped my swing stick, and then with a Shua, the samurai sword even slid down and cut the bowl of my right hand holding the stick.
The people around were surprised, especially Zhang Airong and shaoya.
As soon as I released my right hand, I decisively let go of the swing stick and quickly retracted my hand, so that Yifu Murakami cut the air with a knife, but my left hand quickly copied, so I grasped the dropped swing stick in my left hand and stabbed the other party's eyebrows with my backhand.
Murakami's defense speed was also very fast. With the flash of the knife, the tip of the samurai sword hit the tip of the swing stick. With a clang, the tip of the sword collided with the head of the stick. After the swing stick was stressed, it was hit and shrunk to the shortest. Murakami Yifu's blade took advantage of the situation to pass forward. With a hissing sound, the black shirt on my chest had been cut, and there was a shallow knife wound on my chest. Fortunately, I leaned back in time, otherwise this knife would hurt me badly.
Seeing that I was hurt, Zhang Airong couldn't help clapping his hands, said that Mr. Murakami had good martial arts skills, and then said that the victory and defeat were divided. Is this the end of today's competition?
Although Murakami Yifu is arrogant, if he wants to invest and do business in Lihai City, he still needs to give Zhang Airong face. He can't go against Zhang Airong's meaning, but he is a little unwilling to stop here. He deliberately looked at me and said, "well, anyway, the victory or defeat has been divided. Your Chinese Kung Fu is nothing more than that. I have gone to many cities and didn't meet a real opponent."
Zhang Airong frowned when he heard this sentence. The old men of the local martial arts association around him dared not say anything. Now you can ask them to perform two moves on the stage, but if they really pick up the knife and fight, their combat effectiveness is far less than that of people who fight and grow up in the streets all day.
I don't care how Yifu Murakami mocks Chinese Kung Fu, because it doesn't need him to be sure whether Chinese Kung Fu is powerful or not. However, he seriously injured Qin Yong. I can't bear this tone, so I threw the swing stick in my hand, and all of it came out with a click. I said coldly, "the battle is not over yet."
"It suits me!"
Murakami Yifu, holding a knife in both hands, used a move with a Shua, and cut his head down at me with a move similar to Taishan pressing the top. I raised my swing stick horizontally, and Ge blocked his fierce knife. At the same time, I flew a foot to force him back, and then waved my swing stick and jumped up with a roar.
The samurai sword is relatively long, while the tactical swing stick is relatively short. Swing stick still has certain advantages in close combat. I seized this opportunity and waved my swing stick as dense as raindrops, covering my opponent like a storm.
I'm attacking like a tide, but Yifu Murakami is like a rock in the tide. His defense is very tight. My swing stick attack frequency is very fast, and his samurai sword returns to the defense block is not slow. Every time, he is embarrassed. My swing stick is now. The sound of knife stick attack is sonorous and rings in a string.
All the people around were amazed and dazzled.
Murakami's skill is still good, but he ignores a problem, that is, the blade of his samurai sword is very sharp, but the blade is also very thin. There are many times of hard hitting with the steel swing stick, and there is bound to be a crack on the blade. As we all know, if there is a bad angle notch on the edge of the sword, if the notch is not ground off, it is easy to break in practical use, which is a typical manifestation of stress acting on the sword.
I can recognize from the impact sound of swing stick and samurai sword that the of samurai sword has been damaged everywhere, and the most serious thing should be the middle position of samurai sword. The snow-white blade can vaguely capture a small black spot with eyes, where there is already a small gap.
The discovery raised the corners of my mouth slightly, and a sneer appeared in my eyes. When Murakami saw my sneer, he realized that it was bad. He probably knew that the samurai sword had been damaged and wanted to forcibly defeat me before the sword went wrong. So he gave a loud cry of "wow", held a knife in both hands and swept away thousands of troops. The samurai sword cut me at the waist.
"Come on!"
I also gave a loud drink. I threw my stick in the middle of the samurai sword. With a clang, the samurai sword was interrupted into two sections.
Boom!
My left fist took the opportunity to hit Yifu Murakami on his lower abdomen. He only felt a small hammer hit his lower abdomen. Then, taking this as the center, the powerful shock wave radiated around him. His pain twisted the muscles of his face, and half of his martial arts knife fell to the ground. The whole man stepped back four or five steps, Squat on the ground.
With a successful blow, I caught up like a shadow. I swung my swing stick high and smashed it on Murakami's forehead with the momentum of invincible thunder.
The power of the swing stick is very great. People who use the swing stick dare not beat the opponent's head with the swing stick, because they can smash the opponent's head like a watermelon every minute. The people in the hall were frightened to see my extraordinary stick. Even Zhang Airong hurriedly shouted, "Chen Yu, don't --"
The people around him were quite frightened, not to mention the escape man in Murakami. In the face of the overwhelming smell of death, this guy turned pale and shouted out with a subconscious "ah". Although his voice was small, it revealed his cowardly nature.
My stick jerked and stopped in front of his head.
I looked at him condescending, picked his chin with the swing stick in my hand, and said coldly, "if you win, say that others are nothing more than that. There are no tigers and monkeys in the mountain. Now you have been defeated by me, what are you?"
Murakami's pale face suddenly turned red. I shuddered back the telescopic stick, then glanced at Qin Yong, who was supported by them, glanced at Murakami on the ground and said: "A real soldier is one who has been defeated and fought repeatedly, is indomitable and has a heart to protect his faith. You can't compare with my brother Qin Yong. You are a weak man. Whether you investigate or not I beat your son, but your son still dares to jump in front of me. I'll cut him as usual."
With that, I followed them and helped Qin Yong to publicize.
Zhang Airong looked at my back and couldn't help smiling. But he soon calmed down and said to Murakami: "investment is a win-win thing. If Mr. Murakami wants to threaten me with investment, he has no sincerity. If Mr. Murakami wants to withdraw his capital, I won't stay."
With that, she strode away with two bodyguards and chased me out.
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"Who are you, daring to break into a private house?"
A middle-aged man with a moustache under his nose in the crowd in the room saw me and a gang of sentinel teeth break in, and immediately shouted angrily. At the same time, five or six security guards came in a hurry, which seemed to drive us out.
I didn't pay attention to the moustache. I stared at Murakami Yifu standing in the center of the martial arts lecture hall with a samurai sword in his hand. This guy has a tall man rarely seen in the East, about one meter eight, a little taller than me, wearing a samurai uniform and a horse face. He also looked at me with confused eyes, as if he was guessing who I am?
"I'm the real Chen Yu. He's just my brother and wants to explain to you instead of me." I explained Murakami's question, then glanced at the swing stick on the ground, bent down to pick it up, wiped the blood on the swing stick twice as if nothing had happened, then raised my head and said to him coldly, "do you want to fight Chen Yu, then I'll fight with you!"
As soon as I said this, a group of people in the room whispered. Half of the people here are all kinds of "martial arts" experts of the local martial arts association. They were invited here by Murakami Yifu. Of course, no one dares to compete with Murakami. After all, many martial arts are useless and useless. Half of them are friends of Murakami's business. They all come to see the excitement.
Zhang Airong was among them. Of course, she didn't come to see the excitement today. She came to negotiate with Murakami Yifu to discuss how to solve the contradiction between me and Murakami Zhengxiong, but unexpectedly, Qin Yong came at this time, and Qin Yong still claimed to be Chen Yu. Zhang Airong began to think that I had found a substitute for the dead, Tao Dai Li Jiang, so he didn't expose Qin Yong, but I didn't expect that things have changed again. I angrily proposed to compete with Murakami Yifu.
Zhang Airong could not help but frown and murmured: "Qin Yong was defeated, the matter can come to an end, and Yifu Murakami's skill is not low, Chen Yu, why do you need it?"
Murakami looked at me up and down, then nodded and said, "he's a fake Chen Yu. OK, I accept your challenge."
I hate this guy for seriously injuring Qin Yong, so when he said he agreed to the challenge, I slipped under my feet, quickly approached his left side, and the swing stick in my hand pulled towards his left rib. The full name of the swing stick is tactical telescopic baton. It is one of the eight large pieces installed in a single police train. It is more powerful than iron pipes. If it is smashed, this guy will break at least a few ribs.
But his reaction was very quick. As soon as he had a samurai sword in his hand, he stopped my swing stick, and then with a Shua, the samurai sword even slid down and cut the bowl of my right hand holding the stick.
The people around were surprised, especially Zhang Airong and shaoya.
As soon as I released my right hand, I decisively let go of the swing stick and quickly retracted my hand, so that Yifu Murakami cut the air with a knife, but my left hand quickly copied, so I grasped the dropped swing stick in my left hand and stabbed the other party's eyebrows with my backhand.
Murakami's defense speed was also very fast. With the flash of the knife, the tip of the samurai sword hit the tip of the swing stick. With a clang, the tip of the sword collided with the head of the stick. After the swing stick was stressed, it was hit and shrunk to the shortest. Murakami Yifu's blade took advantage of the situation to pass forward. With a hissing sound, the black shirt on my chest had been cut, and there was a shallow knife wound on my chest. Fortunately, I leaned back in time, otherwise this knife would hurt me badly.
Seeing that I was hurt, Zhang Airong couldn't help clapping his hands, said that Mr. Murakami had good martial arts skills, and then said that the victory and defeat were divided. Is this the end of today's competition?
Although Murakami Yifu is arrogant, if he wants to invest and do business in Lihai City, he still needs to give Zhang Airong face. He can't go against Zhang Airong's meaning, but he is a little unwilling to stop here. He deliberately looked at me and said, "well, anyway, the victory or defeat has been divided. Your Chinese Kung Fu is nothing more than that. I have gone to many cities and didn't meet a real opponent."
Zhang Airong frowned when he heard this sentence. The old men of the local martial arts association around him dared not say anything. Now you can ask them to perform two moves on the stage, but if they really pick up the knife and fight, their combat effectiveness is far less than that of people who fight and grow up in the streets all day.
I don't care how Yifu Murakami mocks Chinese Kung Fu, because it doesn't need him to be sure whether Chinese Kung Fu is powerful or not. However, he seriously injured Qin Yong. I can't bear this tone, so I threw the swing stick in my hand, and all of it came out with a click. I said coldly, "the battle is not over yet."
"It suits me!"
Murakami Yifu, holding a knife in both hands, used a move with a Shua, and cut his head down at me with a move similar to Taishan pressing the top. I raised my swing stick horizontally, and Ge blocked his fierce knife. At the same time, I flew a foot to force him back, and then waved my swing stick and jumped up with a roar.
The samurai sword is relatively long, while the tactical swing stick is relatively short. Swing stick still has certain advantages in close combat. I seized this opportunity and waved my swing stick as dense as raindrops, covering my opponent like a storm.
I'm attacking like a tide, but Yifu Murakami is like a rock in the tide. His defense is very tight. My swing stick attack frequency is very fast, and his samurai sword returns to the defense block is not slow. Every time, he is embarrassed. My swing stick is now. The sound of knife stick attack is sonorous and rings in a string.
All the people around were amazed and dazzled.
Murakami's skill is still good, but he ignores a problem, that is, the blade of his samurai sword is very sharp, but the blade is also very thin. There are many times of hard hitting with the steel swing stick, and there is bound to be a crack on the blade. As we all know, if there is a bad angle notch on the edge of the sword, if the notch is not ground off, it is easy to break in practical use, which is a typical manifestation of stress acting on the sword.
I can recognize from the impact sound of swing stick and samurai sword that the of samurai sword has been damaged everywhere, and the most serious thing should be the middle position of samurai sword. The snow-white blade can vaguely capture a small black spot with eyes, where there is already a small gap.
The discovery raised the corners of my mouth slightly, and a sneer appeared in my eyes. When Murakami saw my sneer, he realized that it was bad. He probably knew that the samurai sword had been damaged and wanted to forcibly defeat me before the sword went wrong. So he gave a loud cry of "wow", held a knife in both hands and swept away thousands of troops. The samurai sword cut me at the waist.
"Come on!"
I also gave a loud drink. I threw my stick in the middle of the samurai sword. With a clang, the samurai sword was interrupted into two sections.
Boom!
My left fist took the opportunity to hit Yifu Murakami on his lower abdomen. He only felt a small hammer hit his lower abdomen. Then, taking this as the center, the powerful shock wave radiated around him. His pain twisted the muscles of his face, and half of his martial arts knife fell to the ground. The whole man stepped back four or five steps, Squat on the ground.
With a successful blow, I caught up like a shadow. I swung my swing stick high and smashed it on Murakami's forehead with the momentum of invincible thunder.
The power of the swing stick is very great. People who use the swing stick dare not beat the opponent's head with the swing stick, because they can smash the opponent's head like a watermelon every minute. The people in the hall were frightened to see my extraordinary stick. Even Zhang Airong hurriedly shouted, "Chen Yu, don't --"
The people around him were quite frightened, not to mention the escape man in Murakami. In the face of the overwhelming smell of death, this guy turned pale and shouted out with a subconscious "ah". Although his voice was small, it revealed his cowardly nature.
My stick jerked and stopped in front of his head.
I looked at him condescending, picked his chin with the swing stick in my hand, and said coldly, "if you win, say that others are nothing more than that. There are no tigers and monkeys in the mountain. Now you have been defeated by me, what are you?"
Murakami's pale face suddenly turned red. I shuddered back the telescopic stick, then glanced at Qin Yong, who was supported by them, glanced at Murakami on the ground and said: "A real soldier is one who has been defeated and fought repeatedly, is indomitable and has a heart to protect his faith. You can't compare with my brother Qin Yong. You are a weak man. Whether you investigate or not I beat your son, but your son still dares to jump in front of me. I'll cut him as usual."
With that, I followed them and helped Qin Yong to publicize.
Zhang Airong looked at my back and couldn't help smiling. But he soon calmed down and said to Murakami: "investment is a win-win thing. If Mr. Murakami wants to threaten me with investment, he has no sincerity. If Mr. Murakami wants to withdraw his capital, I won't stay."
With that, she strode away with two bodyguards and chased me out.
"Who are you, daring to break into a private house?"A middle-aged man with a moustache under his nose in the crowd in the room saw me and a gang of sentinel teeth break in, and immediately shouted angrily. At the same time, five or six security guards came in a hurry, which seemed to drive us out.I didn't pay attention to the moustache. I stared at Murakami Yifu standing in the center of the martial arts lecture hall with a samurai sword in his hand. This guy has a tall man rarely seen in the East, about one meter eight, a little taller than me, wearing a samurai uniform and a horse face. He also looked at me with confused eyes, as if he was guessing who I am?"I'm the real Chen Yu. He's just my brother and wants to explain to you instead of me." I explained Murakami's question, then glanced at the swing stick on the ground, bent down to pick it up, wiped the blood on the swing stick twice as if nothing had happened, then raised my head and said to him coldly, "do you want to fight Chen Yu, then I'll fight with you!"As soon as I said this, a group of people in the room whispered. Half of the people here are all kinds of "martial arts" experts of the local martial arts association. They were invited here by Murakami Yifu. Of course, no one dares to compete with Murakami. After all, many martial arts are useless and useless. Half of them are friends of Murakami's business. They all come to see the excitement.Zhang Airong was among them. Of course, she didn't come to see the excitement today. She came to negotiate with Murakami Yifu to discuss how to solve the contradiction between me and Murakami Zhengxiong, but unexpectedly, Qin Yong came at this time, and Qin Yong still claimed to be Chen Yu. Zhang Airong began to think that I had found a substitute for the dead, Tao Dai Li Jiang, so he didn't expose Qin Yong, but I didn't expect that things have changed again. I angrily proposed to compete with Murakami Yifu.Zhang Airong could not help but frown and murmured: "Qin Yong was defeated, the matter can come to an end, and Yifu Murakami's skill is not low, Chen Yu, why do you need it?"Murakami looked at me up and down, then nodded and said, "he's a fake Chen Yu. OK, I accept your challenge."I hate this guy for seriously injuring Qin Yong, so when he said he agreed to the challenge, I slipped under my feet, quickly approached his left side, and the swing stick in my hand pulled towards his left rib. The full name of the swing stick is tactical telescopic baton. It is one of the eight large pieces installed in a single police train. It is more powerful than iron pipes. If it is smashed, this guy will break at least a few ribs.But his reaction was very quick. As soon as he had a samurai sword in his hand, he stopped my swing stick, and then with a Shua, the samurai sword even slid down and cut the bowl of my right hand holding the stick.The people around were surprised, especially Zhang Airong and shaoya.As soon as I released my right hand, I decisively let go of the swing stick and quickly retracted my hand, so that Yifu Murakami cut the air with a knife, but my left hand quickly copied, so I grasped the dropped swing stick in my left hand and stabbed the other party's eyebrows with my backhand.Murakami's defense speed was also very fast. With the flash of the knife, the tip of the samurai sword hit the tip of the swing stick. With a clang, the tip of the sword collided with the head of the stick. After the swing stick was stressed, it was hit and shrunk to the shortest. Murakami Yifu's blade took advantage of the situation to pass forward. With a hissing sound, the black shirt on my chest had been cut, and there was a shallow knife wound on my chest. Fortunately, I leaned back in time, otherwise this knife would hurt me badly.Seeing that I was hurt, Zhang Airong couldn't help clapping his hands, said that Mr. Murakami had good martial arts skills, and then said that the victory and defeat were divided. Is this the end of today's competition?Although Murakami Yifu is arrogant, if he wants to invest and do business in Lihai City, he still needs to give Zhang Airong face. He can't go against Zhang Airong's meaning, but he is a little unwilling to stop here. He deliberately looked at me and said, "well, anyway, the victory or defeat has been divided. Your Chinese Kung Fu is nothing more than that. I have gone to many cities and didn't meet a real opponent."Zhang Airong frowned when he heard this sentence. The old men of the local martial arts association around him dared not say anything. Now you can ask them to perform two moves on the stage, but if they really pick up the knife and fight, their combat effectiveness is far less than that of people who fight and grow up in the streets all day.I don't care how Yifu Murakami mocks Chinese Kung Fu, because it doesn't need him to be sure whether Chinese Kung Fu is powerful or not. However, he seriously injured Qin Yong. I can't bear this tone, so I threw the swing stick in my hand, and all of it came out with a click. I said coldly, "the battle is not over yet.""It suits me!"Murakami Yifu, holding a knife in both hands, used a move with a Shua, and cut his head down at me with a move similar to Taishan pressing the top. I raised my swing stick horizontally, and Ge blocked his fierce knife. At the same time, I flew a foot to force him back, and then waved my swing stick and jumped up with a roar.The samurai sword is relatively long, while the tactical swing stick is relatively short. Swing stick still has certain advantages in close combat. I seized this opportunity and waved my swing stick as dense as raindrops, covering my opponent like a storm.I'm attacking like a tide, but Yifu Murakami is like a rock in the tide. His defense is very tight. My swing stick attack frequency is very fast, and his samurai sword returns to the defense block is not slow. Every time, he is embarrassed. My swing stick is now. The sound of knife stick attack is sonorous and rings in a string.All the people around were amazed and dazzled.Murakami's skill is still good, but he ignores a problem, that is, the blade of his samurai sword is very sharp, but the blade is also very thin. There are many times of hard hitting with the steel swing stick, and there is bound to be a crack on the blade. As we all know, if there is a bad angle notch on the edge of the sword, if the notch is not ground off, it is easy to break in practical use, which is a typical manifestation of stress acting on the sword.I can recognize from the impact sound of swing stick and samurai sword that the of samurai sword has been damaged everywhere, and the most serious thing should be the middle position of samurai sword. The snow-white blade can vaguely capture a small black spot with eyes, where there is already a small gap.The discovery raised the corners of my mouth slightly, and a sneer appeared in my eyes. When Murakami saw my sneer, he realized that it was bad. He probably knew that the samurai sword had been damaged and wanted to forcibly defeat me before the sword went wrong. So he gave a loud cry of "wow", held a knife in both hands and swept away thousands of troops. The samurai sword cut me at the waist."Come on!"I also gave a loud drink. I threw my stick in the middle of the samurai sword. With a clang, the samurai sword was interrupted into two sections.Boom!My left fist took the opportunity to hit Yifu Murakami on his lower abdomen. He only felt a small hammer hit his lower abdomen. Then, taking this as the center, the powerful shock wave radiated around him. His pain twisted the muscles of his face, and half of his martial arts knife fell to the ground. The whole man stepped back four or five steps, Squat on the ground.With a successful blow, I caught up like a shadow. I swung my swing stick high and smashed it on Murakami's forehead with the momentum of invincible thunder.The power of the swing stick is very great. People who use the swing stick dare not beat the opponent's head with the swing stick, because they can smash the opponent's head like a watermelon every minute. The people in the hall were frightened to see my extraordinary stick. Even Zhang Airong hurriedly shouted, "Chen Yu, don't --"The people around him were quite frightened, not to mention the escape man in Murakami. In the face of the overwhelming smell of death, this guy turned pale and shouted out with a subconscious "ah". Although his voice was small, it revealed his cowardly nature.My stick jerked and stopped in front of his head.I looked at him condescending, picked his chin with the swing stick in my hand, and said coldly, "if you win, say that others are nothing more than that. There are no tigers and monkeys in the mountain. Now you have been defeated by me, what are you?"Murakami's pale face suddenly turned red. I shuddered back the telescopic stick, then glanced at Qin Yong, who was supported by them, glanced at Murakami on the ground and said: "A real soldier is one who has been defeated and fought repeatedly, is indomitable and has a heart to protect his faith. You can't compare with my brother Qin Yong. You are a weak man. Whether you investigate or not I beat your son, but your son still dares to jump in front of me. I'll cut him as usual."With that, I followed them and helped Qin Yong to publicize.Zhang Airong looked at my back and couldn't help smiling. But he soon calmed down and said to Murakami: "investment is a win-win thing. If Mr. Murakami wants to threaten me with investment, he has no sincerity. If Mr. Murakami wants to withdraw his capital, I won't stay."With that, she strode away with two bodyguards and chased me out.
