Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

Although the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department has determined that the explosion at the virus research institute and even dozens of disappearances were most likely done by the Chinese.

But they may never find the real perpetrators, Chang Zhengyang and others.

Because they put their suspicions on people with military backgrounds and would not suspect a survey team composed of scholars at all.

On September 8th, Sima Hui and his friends, who had recovered from their psychological problems, dressed neatly and arrived at the entrance of a large and quiet dojo in Tokyo early in the morning.

The headquarters of Kyokubundo, which is the school founded by Ken Fujita, currently the strongest karate master in Japan.

Sima Hui, carrying a plaque wrapped in black cloth, walked into the dojo first, but was immediately stopped by a group of Jiwudao disciples who were practicing in the courtyard.

"Baga, who are you?"

Sima Hui and the others said nothing, but just walked inside. Upon seeing this, the disciples of Jiwudao immediately became alert and surrounded Sima Hui and the others.

It’s a pity that those practicing in the courtyard are just ordinary disciples who have just started. There is no way they can stop Sima Hui and others.

Soon they were knocked to the ground by Sima Hui and his men, and had to watch helplessly as Sima Hui and his men broke into the gym.

Such a big commotion in the courtyard naturally attracted the attention of the people inside. A group of people in karate training uniforms rushed out and stopped Sima Hui.

"Baga, who are you?"

"Why do the Japanese keep saying the same thing? Can you come up with something new?"

Fatty Wang picked his ears impatiently. At this time, a Japanese man in his thirties wearing a black belt walked out from the opposite side and said to them, "Who are you?"

Sima Hui saw that a person of status had finally come out of Jiwudao. Judging from his age, he should be Fujita Ken's youngest son, Tengda Saburo. He then tore off the black cloth wrapped around the plaque and placed the plaque heavily in front of him.

"I'm Sima Hui, from China. Today I'll show you the ultimate martial arts and the Japanese martial arts world. Whoever loses will get to keep this..."

Saburo Fujita gritted his teeth and said, "Sick man of East Asia!"

The Japanese can all understand Chinese characters. At this moment, Saburo Fujita and other disciples of Jiwudao have their eyes blazing with fire, planning to beat Sima Hui and the others up.

Fortunately, as the most outstanding son of Ken Fujita and the one who is able to take charge of the Kyokushin Budo Headquarters, Saburo Fujita has sufficient composure and vision.

"Are you the Chinese who challenged the local martial arts community in Hong Kong, Kuala Lumpur, Jakarta, and Manila?"

Sima Hui nodded and said, "Not bad!"

Fujita Saburo's eyelids jumped, he took a deep breath and said fiercely: "What do you think my Extreme Martial Arts is? Do you have the qualifications to challenge us?"

Sima Hui lowered his eyelids and said indifferently: "Whether you are qualified or not, we will know it after we fight!"

"Baga, China..."

boom!

The floor under Sima Hui's feet cracked, and the next moment he appeared in front of a young man next to Fujita Saburo and knocked the man away with an elbow.

"idiot!"

Saburo Fujita ran to the young man in shock and anger, leaned over and saw that the other person was vomiting blood and his chest was collapsed. If he was not rescued in time, he would probably die soon.

"Send him to the hospital!"

The other disciples reacted immediately and worked together to carry the man out.

Saburo Fujita stood up and looked at Sima Hui and the others with an uncertain expression. He really wanted to keep Sima Hui and the others, but reason told him that with the number of Jiwudao disciples present plus himself, it might be impossible to do it!

"Very good, I have accepted your challenge!"

"Master Fujita..."

"Stop talking and let us go!"

Saburo Fujita shouted loudly, and the Jiwudao disciples who had surrounded Sima Hui and his group showed unwilling looks, stared at Sima Hui and his group with murderous eyes, and made way for them.

"Three days later, at three o'clock in the afternoon, right here, life or death, goodbye!"

Sima Hui turned and left, followed by the others, and they walked away amid the hostility of the Jiwudao people.

The group of Chinese people who have swept the younger generation of the Southeast Asian martial arts world in the past month have issued a challenge to Jiwudao and even the Japanese martial arts world. No matter life or death, the loser will receive the plaque of "Sick Man of East Asia"!

This news spread throughout the Japanese martial arts world in just one morning. After hearing the news, Ken Fujita, who was searching for the true meaning of Jidao in the mountains, returned to Tokyo at around 2:00 p.m.

At the same time, people from other martial arts schools in Japan also gathered in Tokyo from all over the place.

The Chinese are so arrogant that they challenge the Japanese martial arts world!

This is a provocation to Japan!

That's right, it was a provocation, because in the eyes of the Japanese, especially those over 40 years old, China was just a fat pig that they could slaughter at will.

The reason why the Japanese were defeated in the war was not because they lost to the Chinese, but because they lost to the American daddy, they lost to the noble white people!

As for the fact that China defeated their American father on the peninsula more than ten years ago and now has mushroom bombs and the like, they selectively ignored it all.

Saburo Fujita knelt in front of a sturdy middle-aged man and said, "Father, I'm sorry. I embarrassed you!"

Ken Fujita looked down at the crack on the floor and said, "I already know the situation, Sanlang, you did a good job. There is an old saying in China, knowing yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger. The Chinese are very insidious, they will not let a few young boys lead the charge!"

"I know, kid!"

Saburo Fujita stood up, walked to the side of Kenshin Fujita and stood respectfully.

Time flew by and it was three days later, that is, September 11th, at 2:55 p.m. Sima Hui and his companions walked over from a distance and soon arrived at the entrance of Jiwudao's dojo.

"Hey, there's one more Chinese person than last time?"

"Humph, even if ten more come, they will die here today!"

Chang Zhengyang listened to the whispers of the Japanese people beside him and walked into the dojo with an expressionless face. Sima Hui and the others stood in two rows and followed him into the Jiwudao dojo.

Compared to three days ago, there are fewer ordinary disciples in the dojo today. Instead, there are people who are not easy to deal with at first glance. They are the Japanese martial arts people who came from all over Japan.

At this time, these people were looking at the nine Chinese people who came in with scrutiny.

Almost 99% of the eyes were on Chang Zhengyang. They were all curious about who was the person walking in the front?

Chang Zhengyang walked in calmly. According to his status, it was not appropriate for him to appear at an occasion like today.

But he still came today, because his mind can now change other people's perception of him, so he still came here in a swagger.