Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

The plaque with the words "Sick Man of East Asia" was now quietly placed on the ground in the middle of the hall.

As the founder of Extreme Martial Arts, Fujita Ken was the first to break the silence and said, "Chinese, leave your name, and I will send someone to send this plaque and your ashes back to your hometown."

What I mean is, if you don’t have any backup plans, then be prepared to die here!

"Oh, so sure? Just relying on the Dapeng Fist you learned? If Yue Wumu knew that his Dapeng Fist was stolen by the Japanese pirates and changed beyond recognition, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life and chop your head off with a knife."

"you……"

Ken Fujita's eyes widened. He was now completely certain that these Chinese people were here for revenge.

Chang Zhengyang ignored Fujita Ken and walked to the plaque with the words "Sick Man of East Asia". He picked up the plaque with one foot, grabbed it with his right hand, felt the weight, and suddenly threw it at the word "Wu" like throwing a javelin.

hum...

A strong wind suddenly blew in the hall. Before anyone could react, there was a snapping sound, and the plaque pierced into the middle of the huge word "Wu" like a knife, splitting the word in two.

"To stop the war is the best way to fight. You barbarians have only learned the superficial aspects of our Chinese culture!"

Is this still a fucking human?

Except for the old monk, the swordsman and the short man, the other Japanese people present stood up suddenly and looked stupidly at the plaque inserted into the wall.

It takes a lot of strength, and the strength must be controlled extremely precisely to insert a wooden plaque into a wall intact.

Although the wall is made of wood, most people present would probably need several hits with an axe to break through it, right?

If this force is not controlled properly, the plaque will shatter into pieces.

Ken Fujita subconsciously touched the top of his head. He had been practicing Dan for nearly twenty years, but today he felt fear again.

"We Chinese have a habit of never taking back what we give away."

Chang Zhengyang clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant.

Fatty Wang at the back nudged Chang Lao San with his elbow and winked at him.

Look, your boss is showing off again!

Chang Laosan looked at his nose with his eyes, and then looked at his heart with his nose, and he observed two silences for the fat man.

You fat guy, don’t think that my big brother can’t see your little tricks. You must have a third eye on the back of your head. When you get back, just expect to get a beating!

"Seeing God is not bad!"

"Hey, the old monk has a good eye. What's his name?"

"Amitabha!"

The old monk put his hands together and said, "I, a humble monk, have realized the truth of the true nature of Buddhism."

"The Shingon sect?"

Chang Zhengyang sneered and said, "No wonder. When your ancestor, Monk Konghai, came to China, he stole a lot of Chinese cultural treasures. The same is true for you, his disciple."

"Why do you say that, benefactor? I don't understand!"

"Don't understand? Then why would the secret Shaolin information appear on you? Don't tell me that the Shaolin monk is so generous that he would pass on his unique skills to a Japanese pirate like you!"

Upon hearing this, the old monk Jianxing's face trembled, and he looked at Chang Zhengyang with horror, with a murderous look flashing in his eyes. Then he thought that the other party might be the legendary indestructible god, so he immediately lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Amitabha, you have misunderstood. This is my fate, not what you think."

"Huh, you know whether it is what I think."

Chang Zhengyang snorted coldly, walked up to the swordsman, stared at him for a while, and suddenly said, "Matsui Jiro, do you feel great trying your sword on my Chinese compatriot in Jinling?"

Before Chang Zhengyang finished his words, a flash of knife came towards his waist and abdomen like lightning.

It turned out that when Matsui Jiro heard Chang Zhengyang mention that he was testing his sword in Nanjing, he acted decisively and decided to strike first, using his most proud sword-drawing technique.

Sesame Pig, you are too close to me!

Jiro Matsui showed a bloodthirsty smile. What a bullshit that he was indestructible. He was about to be turned into two pieces of a dead body.

I haven't made a move yet, but you made one first. Well, use your dog head to sacrifice to my dead compatriots!

Chang Zhengyang's hand reached out at an incredible speed, and he grabbed Matsui Jiro's knife with just two hands. Then he pulled and turned it. The huge force forced Matsui Jiro to let go of the knife handle. Before he could come to his senses, a bright knife light flashed across his collar.

"What a quick knife!"

There was a dead silence in the hall. No one expected that in just one second, Jiro Matsui, who had seized the opportunity and drawn his sword, would be beheaded.

The strongest swordsman in Japan, just died like that?

"Master, I'm going to kill you!"

The disciple behind Matsui Jiro's eyes turned red and he suddenly drew his sword and slashed at Chang Zhengyang.

Since you want to die early, I will help you!

Chang Zhengyang just took a step back, raised his sword and slashed it down, beheading the swordsman at the Hua Jin level with one blow. It can be seen how convenient it is to kill people when you have a weapon in your hand.

After killing Jiro Matsui's disciples, Chang Zhengyang swung the knife in his hand and stabbed it into the pillar opposite, scaring several guys who were ready to make a move into silence.

From throwing plaques at the beginning to beheading Master and Apprentice Matsui Jiro in one move, everything happened too fast.

By the time all the Japanese present reacted, the situation in the hall was already tense.

All the Japanese stood up as if facing a great enemy and stared at Chang Zhengyang.

Fujita Ken said in a deep voice: "Chinese, you are too presumptuous!"

Chang Zhengyang slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Um, you can just call me Zhang Qianshan."

Fujita Ken, Kensei, Ito Gen, the man in the judo uniform, and the short man, Hattori Heizo, looked at each other.

The four of them reached a consensus at this moment that they must join forces to deal with Chang Zhengyang, because Matsui Jiro was a living example that fighting alone would only lead to death.

"Father, do you want to..."

Saburo Fujita approached Ken Fujita and made a gun gesture with his hand.

Ken Fujita's eyes lit up and he gave Saburo Fujita an approving look. The other party immediately understood what he meant and turned around and whispered something to the person behind him.

Chang Zhengyang saw all this, with a look of mockery in his eyes.

At this time, except for Fujita Ken and his friends who were making small moves, others were no exception. Some people began to move quietly towards the door little by little, preparing to leave this dangerous place.

"Uehara, why are you back so soon?"

"Master, no, it's bad. We seem to have hit a wall and can't get out!"

"Baga, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Saburo Fujita let out a low growl and without caring about being discovered by Chang Zhengyang, he quickly walked to the side.