In the end, including Ye Xuan and Martial Arts Fanatic Lin, there were a total of eight people who chose to compete with the Japanese. The eight of them were brought to the back where the Japanese soldiers were sitting. Along the way, the Japanese soldiers seemed to be monitoring them.
"Ah Hsuan, it's great that you're here. In the whole of Foshan, only you and Brother Wen have the best martial arts. When the time comes, we will definitely defeat the Japanese." In the car, Martial Arts Fanatic Lin sat next to Ye Xuan and said excitedly.
"I'm just here to watch. I don't want to fight with the Japanese. Martial Arts Fanatic Lin, you too. Don't be rash. They have guns." Ye Xuan looked at Martial Arts Fanatic Lin, smiled and shook his head, and reminded him.
"Heh!" Martial Addict Lin took a look at Ye Xuan, then looked around at the Japanese sitting around them and the large wooden covers in their hands, and said softly, "We are here to compete in kung fu. If they were to use guns, would it still be considered a kung fu competition? Who would dare to compete with the Japanese? Ah Hsuan, I think you're thinking too much! "
Hearing Martial Arts Fanatic Lin's words, Ye Xuan shook his head and didn't say anything. However, the corner of his mouth curled up into a cold smile. Martial Arts Fanatic Lin was too naive. If the Japanese were reasonable, would they still be Japanese?
The few of them sat in the back of the car. The car drove towards the former city center of Foshan and finally stopped in front of a courtyard surrounded by Japanese soldiers.
The few of them were chased out of the car by the Japanese soldiers and followed Li Zhao into the courtyard. Then, Li Zhao asked them to follow a Japanese soldier into a house. There were also several Japanese soldiers guarding the house with guns. The Japanese soldier brought them to a locked house with an iron door. The Japanese soldier guarding the door looked at them coldly, picked up the key, opened the door, and chased them inside.
After walking in, they discovered that there was another iron door inside. In front of the iron door, there were many martial arts masters who were invited to compete with the Japanese. Most of these martial arts masters were masters who previously opened dojos on Dojo Street. There were also some disciples who thought that their martial arts were better.
"Heh! — — "
There were shouts and sounds of punches and kicks coming from behind the iron gate. It must be the martial arts field set up by the Japanese General Sanpu in Foshan for the Japanese to compete with the Chinese.
"Master Xuan!"
"Master Xuan!"
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When the original martial arts master saw someone enter and saw Ye Xuan walking in front of the group, he greeted Ye Xuan with slight respect. He even made way for Ye Xuan to walk to the front of the iron gate and see the scene in the arena.
People who practiced martial arts respected the strong. Although Ye Xuan had not fought for two or three years, these people would not forget that it was Ye Xuan who defeated Jinshan when the martial arts master from the north, Jinshan, challenged the entire Martial Club Street. Moreover, Jinshan, who was originally invincible in the Martial Club Street, did not even have the power to fight back. He did not even finish one move from beginning to end.
"Hello! Hello! " Ye Xuan cupped his fists at these martial arts masters. He walked to the front of the iron gate and looked at the martial arts master who was competing with the Japanese.
"Master?!" Martial arts fanatic Lin exclaimed in surprise when he saw the martial arts master competing with the Japanese in the arena.
The martial arts master who was competing with the Japanese in the arena was Master Liao. Ye Xuan glanced at him. After confirming that Master Liao would not lose, he turned his gaze to the second floor. There stood a Japanese soldier in a Japanese general's uniform. Beside him were Zuo Teng and Li Zhao, who had gone to the coal factory to invite people to compete.
Many people felt that Sanpu was not bad. He had martial ethics and even brought food to Ye Wen before the competition. Many people had a good impression of him.
However, Ye Xuan did not think so. It was true that Sanpu was a martial arts fanatic. It could be seen that he had the spirit of a Samurai. However, he was still a Japanese at heart. He was a Japanese soldier who could kill countless Chinese people without using a sword.
He was a martial arts fanatic, but he respected Japanese Kung Fu. He had the spirit of a Samurai, but he had set up a private martial arts arena in such a dark place. In his heart, he regarded the Chinese people as animals or puppets. He could use them for fun or to play with them when he was interested, just like the aristocrats who sat at the edge of the Colosseum in ancient Rome. He had brought food to Ye Wen before the competition because he was conceited. He thought that Japanese Kung Fu was better than Chinese Kung Fu. Moreover, he had arranged to compete with Ye Wen in public, not because he wanted to have a fair competition or to strengthen the cultural exchange between China and Japan. He knew that Ye Wen was the number one master in Foshan at that time. As long as he defeated Ye Wen, he could deal a blow to the morale of the people of Foshan. He would tell the whole Foshan that their number one master had been defeated by the Japanese and that their resistance would fail. He would strike a blow to the Chinese people's confidence and make the Chinese people their slaves.
Therefore, Ye Xuan thought that he was a martial arts fanatic, but he was also a qualified Japanese soldier.
"Ha!"
While Ye Xuan was sizing up Sanpu, Master Liao, who was in the ring, turned around and kicked his opponent in the chest, sending him flying out of the ring and winning the match.
Bang!
A bag of Chinese rice with a Japanese flag embroidered on it was casually thrown on the ground by a Japanese. Master Liao looked at the bag of rice on the ground and walked over to pick it up. A relaxed smile appeared on his face. Then, he walked to the ring and bowed to Sanpu upstairs. "Thank you, sir!"
Looking at the Chinese martial arts master who was holding the bag of rice and bowing to him, Sanpu, who was standing on the second floor, had a sarcastic smile on his face.
After being robbed, you still have to rely on force to get it back. In the end, you still have to bow and thank the robber who robbed you. This is the way of the world. Ye Xuan looked at this scene and sneered.
The iron gate opened and Master Liao walked out. Seeing Ye Xuan at the front, he smiled and nodded to him. "Master Xuan!"
"Hello, Master Liao!" No matter what Master Liao did, Ye Xuan had no right to comment. Every family had their own problems. Master Liao had a seventy or eighty year old mother, a three or four year old child, and a wife waiting to be taken care of by him.
"Master Xuan, you have to beat them!" Master Liao held the bag of rice in his hand and whispered to Ye Xuan before he left.
Ye Xuan nodded and didn't comment.
Seeing Master Liao happily walk out with the bag of rice, and then looking at the martial arts master at the iron gate, Sanpu suddenly became interested. He smiled and said. "Let me have some fun!"
"General Sanpu, these lowly people are not qualified to fight with you!" Zuo Teng, who was standing at the side, looked at the martial arts master behind the iron gate with contempt.
"Hehe, just take it as letting them witness the Kung Fu of the Japanese!" Sanpu didn't care and smiled. Looking at the martial arts master behind the iron gate, his eyes flashed with the light of a wolf, "Find three people to fight with me. Fight with me. Even if you lose, you will get white rice."
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