America 1881: Legend of the West

"I'm not interested." Chen Jianqiu didn't answer at all.

He stood up, walked to the men on hand, and checked their injuries:

"Fortunately, no bones or arteries were injured." Chen Jianqiu took out a roll of bandages and a box of Theresa's medicine from his clothes.

He had carried this thing with him when he was wandering around the West ten years ago, and the effect was very good.

Now I'm used to it, I keep it with me all year round.

"Hurry up and give him medicine, bandage it, and then go to the doctor." Chen Jianqiu handed the things to another clerk.

Yamada Sho, who was left out on the side, was a little angry:

"Sir, where is your honor?"

"I don't want to chop you to death and then have your disciples, disciples, and club members come to my door every day to mourn."

Chen Jianqiu stood up and said.

"Absolutely not!" Yamada Sho said seriously, "The sword has no eyes, and you are responsible for life and death."

He meant this to Chen Jianqiu.

Because he didn't think he would lose.

The shopkeeper then hurriedly ran over from the back of the house. God knows which corner he was hiding in.

"Please!" Yamada Xiang opened his sleeves and made a please gesture towards the door, "If you need it, I can lend you my apprentice's knife."

"Mr. Chen, his sword is very fast." He Kuan whispered to Chen Jianqiu, "There is absolutely no need for you to fight."

"I'm afraid he won't understand." Chen Jianqiu put his hands behind his back.

He turned his head and said to He Kuan: "Go to the martial arts school opposite and borrow a knife for me. I'm not used to Japanese swords."

Seeing this, He Kuan couldn't stop him, so he stood up and hurried out of the door.

The two people soon arrived at the open space in front of the Chinese restaurant.

Chen Jianqiu stood with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a black cloth robe and his posture was as tall and straight as ever. Compared with a few years ago, the beard around his lips added a sense of vicissitudes and maturity.

Yamada Sho on the opposite side is more than a head shorter than Chen Jianqiu, and his momentum is naturally much weaker.

But his aura was restrained and he stood firmly on the spot, quite a bit like a master.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, I borrowed the knife!" He Kuan hurriedly ran over from the martial arts hall opposite, holding a long knife about one meter long in his hand.

He Kuan handed the knife to Chen Jianqiu's hand.

This is a Tang (horizontal) sword. The scabbard is extremely exquisitely made, and the gold and silver patterns inlaid on it are clearly the work of skilled craftsmen.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out the knife with a loud sound.

A bit of cold light suddenly appeared, the blade of the sword was straight, and the whole body was glowing with blue cold light.

"What a knife!" Chen Jianqiu praised.

"The owner of the martial arts gym is from Zhejiang. When he heard that he wanted to borrow a sword to compete with the Japanese, he took out his ancestral sword." He Kuan pointed to a capable man behind him, "He said he must come and take a look."

"Master Chen! Deal with him!" The man encouraged Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu reinserted the knife into the scabbard and walked back to the door of the store.

At this time, there were more and more people watching around, including Chinese, Japanese, and of course local residents.

In Honolulu, I have seen duels between whites and whites, martial arts competitions between Japanese and Japanese, and fights between Chinese gangs, but fighting between Chinese and Japanese is really rare.

"Mr. Chen and I are competing in martial arts. Please bear witness. You are responsible for your own life and death and have nothing to do with others." Yamada Sho said to the onlookers in English.

"Yes, it is a matter of life and death." Chen Jianqiu held the Tang sword and cupped his hands to the left and right.

Yamada Sho turned to Chen Jianqiu and began to introduce himself: "I studied under Ichiro Ogasa, and I am the successor of the 'Omori style'."

Chen Jianqiu remained silent.

His teacher never told him the name of his style, only the killing moves.

One of Yamada Sho's feet began to move forward slowly. The steps could not be seen under the kimono, but his posture had been lowered.

His right hand was pressed on the handle of the knife, and his whole body was tense like a bow, ready to be activated at any time.

Yamada Sho's slashing of bullets with a knife in the museum was not just a whim.

He has succeeded.

He has a unique skill called "Yan Hui", which can kill flying birds and split bullets.

Chen Jianqiu felt that the aura on the other side was already unusual compared to before, so he stood with a knife in his hand, his eyes as bright as a torch, and his spirit did not relax at all.

There were a few steps between them.

This distance is gradually shrinking as Yamada Sho moves.

This ronin's grasp of distance is extremely accurate.

After judging that the effective attack distance was reached, Yamada Sho's sword drawing technique suddenly started.

A shadow struck towards Chen Jianqiu's neck.

This sword combines Yamada Sho's more than 40 years of skill. It is fast, accurate in direction and has a tricky angle.

The hairs on the back of Chen Jianqiu's neck stood up.

His figure retreated sharply, and his upper body suddenly jerked backwards at an incredible degree.

Yamada Xiang's knife missed just a few centimeters away from his neck. The blade cut through the air, and the wind of the blade caused pain to the skin on Chen Jianqiu's neck.

Chen Jianqiu was surprised that Yamada Sho's sword was so powerful, but even more shocked than him was his opponent.

Yamada Xiang thought to himself that this move had never failed before.

Countless samurai have died under his "Swallow Return" move. He once confidently believed that even if Souji Okita came, he might not be able to escape his move.

But the Chinese man in front of him was actually unscathed.

After missing a hit, Yamada Sho raised his sword high and slashed from top to bottom at Chen Jianqiu, who had not yet adjusted his body shape.

Compared with Yan Hui, this move was much slower in Chen Jianqiu's eyes.

This kind of cutting method is like paying New Year's greetings. If you can cut him, you will be like a ghost.

The scabbard in Chen Jianqiu's hand caught Yamada Sho's falling blade, and then he dodged it with ease.

Yamada Xiang quickly retreated after missing his second blow, but beyond his imagination, Chen Jianqiu's counterattack did not come for some reason.

So he raised his wife high again and launched another slashing attack.

He wants to force the opponent to breathe and gradually make mistakes.

The opponent is very fast, but as long as he catches the opponent's mistake, at least one of the Chinese's arms will be removed by him.

However, a dark shadow flashed across.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly leaned forward, and the knife in his hand "swam" along his knife and arm toward his body like a dragon.

Yamada Xiang only felt that his body was half cold.

Because the knife was almost at his neck.

He knew that the knife was coming, but it just felt like his movements were half a beat too slow and he couldn't stop it at all.

But when he looked down, he found that the knife was not out of its sheath.

Yamada Xiang suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

He also followed Chen Jianqiu's example and leaned back, trying to avoid the death-like Tang sword.

But when he looked at Chen Jianqiu opposite, he found a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Just when the top of the scabbard was about to reach Yamada Sho's neck, Chen Jianqiu opened the handle of the knife with his thumb.

The Tang sword is less than ten centimeters out of its sheath.

But ten centimeters is completely enough.

Just a touch.

Yamada Xiang felt a touch of coldness on his neck.

The pain came through.

Unable to breathe, he felt something wet flowing from his neck.

is blood.

Yamada Sho couldn't hold on anymore.

The sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clang.

Yamada Xiang fell in a pool of blood.

He felt that his life and consciousness were gradually passing away.

The moment before he closed his eyes, Chen Jianqiu's face appeared in front of him.

He could no longer hear what Chen Jianqiu was saying, but he could vaguely judge from the shape of his mouth:

"This is Iai!"