The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Shanghai, No. 52 Sichuan Road, Apollo Cinema.

Benjamin Goldberg and Nong Jinsun went to discuss the fight.

Nong Jinsun thought Benjamin Goldberg was just a kid, so he volunteered to negotiate on his behalf.

Unexpectedly, the other party was extremely arrogant: "Do you know where this is? Who dares to come here to make trouble?"

Nong Jinsun said angrily: "You are also Chinese, why do you talk like this?"

"Don't give me that." The other party was still arrogant.

Nong Jinsun was a little helpless.

At this time.

"Pa."

Benjamin Goldberg came up and slapped him in the face.

The other party was stunned: "You, you dare to hit someone?"

"My master is Zhao Chuanxin, he asked me to set up the ring. I'll give you one night to prepare. If you can't set up the ring, you can't do it. My master demolished the Apollo Cinema."

The other party was shocked when he suddenly heard the three words "Zhao Chuanxin", but he still said stubbornly: "Who knows if what you said is true or false?"

Zhao Chuanxin, he really can't afford to offend.

"Haha, just because I mentioned the three words Zhao Chuanxin, just because I dare to say that I am his apprentice, you must set up the ring, otherwise you will bear the consequences, don't say I didn't warn you."

"..."

The other party was speechless.

"Okay, okay, I'll go back and tell the manager."

Benjamin Goldberg didn't waste time talking to him: "Set up the stage, put up the posters, and call it - Zhao Chuanxin vs. Aopiyin. If the venue is not full, you can wait for my master to come find you."

The other party was sweating: "Of course, of course..."

Benjamin Goldberg turned around and left, and the dazed Nong Jinsun hurried to follow.

Is the sense of difference in being a person so strong?

This foreign kid mentioned "Zhao Chuanxin", and the other party did it obediently?

…

Although Zhao Chuanxin came to Shanghai, the No. 21 bronze eye was hung on the top of the flagpole on the east side of Dongsha Island, overlooking the surrounding area.

If the Japanese go to take revenge, he will rush back as soon as possible.

By the way, he sent a telegram to Lubinfu at the post office, telling Cui Fenghua that he was in Shanghai.

The content of the telegram Cui Fenghua replied to him was very long. First, the Japanese consulate sent a note to the Qing court and Lubin Prefecture at the same time to protest against Zhao Chuanxin's killing of innocent people on Xi Ze Island.

Yes, Japan was still talking about Xi Ze Island instead of Dong-Sha Island, which made Zhao Chuanxin murderous.

Secondly, the International Arms Limitation Commission in The Hague asked Zhao Chuanxin to report why the Japanese were massacred on Xi Ze Island.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't hold back his anger.

Finally, Cui Fenghua told Zhao Chuanxin the results of Situ Meitang's investigation that Kang Youwei was currently in Torreon, Mexico.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Zhang Shouzeng to reply to the Japanese: If you don't commit suicide, you won't die. Dong-Sha Island will be named Zhao from now on.

He sent a telegram directly to the Hague Arms Limitation Commission, and the reply was simple and clear, four words - personal grudges.

After sleeping in the hotel for one night, Zhao Chuanxin got up the next day. The puppet servant washed his hair and shaved his face, wiped his shoes, and Zhao Chuanxin put on his Brooks Brothers custom-made suit and windbreaker and went out.

In the hall, all the martial artists gathered.

Before, Benjamin Goldberg said he wanted to break into the British Concession, but everyone declined for various reasons.

When Zhao Chuanxin came, they were eager to try.

Because last night, they heard Nong Jinsun talk about how Benjamin Goldberg reported his master's name to do things, and everyone felt that following Zhao Chuanxin would be at most safe and sound.

You can also become famous.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You all go to the Apollo Cinema and wait. Remember, don't buy a ticket when you go in, just report my name. They let Opin use me as a sign to make money, and I haven't settled the account with them yet."

Everyone: "..."

It's hard to say anything, so you can only follow Benjamin Goldberg to the cinema.

Zhao Chuanxin went out, called a rickshaw, and went to the British Concession.

The rickshaw driver put the rag on his shoulder and said, "Please sit down, stand up..."

After arriving at the place, Zhao Chuanxin paid the money, but the driver said, "The journey was not calculated well, please give an extra 10 cents."

Zhao Chuanxin originally wanted to give a tip, but he grinned and said, "It's my fault that I'm poor, not that I'm stingy. Besides, why should the poor make things difficult for the poor?"

The driver's face changed, and he whistled. Two more drivers came around and stared at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin extended his index finger and signaled them to wait: "I'll go borrow some money, don't worry."

As he said, he walked towards the entrance of the British Concession.

The three drivers wanted to stop him, but they didn't dare to be presumptuous in the foreign concession. After all, the British Concession police were not used to people, so they had to wait patiently.

Zhao Chuanxin walked straight to the British Concession, and the soldiers would certainly stop him.

"Stop."

"Stop, stop!" Zhao Chuanxin swung his arm sideways and punched a soldier on the throat.

The Indian soldier covered his neck and fell backwards.

Another man hurriedly reached for his gun, but Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his arm and kicked him in the thigh.

The strong force made the soldier's body fall sideways and fell heavily to the ground. Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped on him.

Bang.

The soldier rolled his eyes and fainted.

The three rickshaw drivers were so scared that their hands and feet were numb, and they looked at each other.

Then Zhao Chuanxin shouted to the British Concession police who came hurriedly: "Those three rickshaw drivers asked me to rob them of their money."

I'm afraid... The three rickshaw drivers turned their rickshaws around and ran away without saying a word.

One of the patrolmen rushed towards him with a short stick. Zhao Chuanxin took a step forward. The patrolman did not expect that he could take a step forward five meters. It was too late to brake. Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the short stick and knocked him. , the short stick was released, and the patrolman flew upside down.

Zhao Chuanxin swung his short stick and connected with the short stick coming from the other side.

The patrolman's palm was numb from the shock, and the short stick flew out of his hand, whirling and slashing into the other patrolman's face.

Click.

The bridge of the nose is broken.

Zhao Chuanxin struck back with a stick. The patrolman's cheek was deformed and a tooth flew out.

Passers-by inside and outside the British Concession were stunned.

Do you dare to think?

There are actually people running wild in the British Concession.

Zhao Chuanxin took three steps to run. The reaction shoulder straps reduced the gravity. Furious Armor and Xingyue used their strength together. Zhao Chuanxin floated onto the wall, and with another step, he landed on the roof.

The people below only saw the raised hem of the windbreaker.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his sunglasses, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward on the roof.

Someone shouted below: "Who are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "I call Zhao Chuanxin and ask Zhe Meisen to come out."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Every time Zhao Chuanxin comes to the British Concession, nothing good will happen.

Last time, Zhemei Sen was almost scared to death when Zhao Chuanxin took over the Kaiping Coal Mine.

What are you doing here again this time?

A group of British soldiers came below, but no one dared to act rashly.

Not long after, Zhe Meisen came trotting forward with a stick of civilization. His top hat ran away but he didn't care.

"Don't do it, don't do it..."

he shouted as he ran.

It’s hard for this old man to suffer this at such an old age.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped down, as if he was not captured by the earth's gravity. He floated to the ground and stood in front of Zhe Meisen.

Zhe Meisen ignored the shock and wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked quickly: "Mr. Zhao, what are you doing in the British Concession?"

"I came here mainly to say a word to you."

Zhe Meisen was confused: "What are you talking about? You can just send a telegram. There is no need to bother and go there in person."

"No, I have to tell you personally - as you get older, you need to take care of your health and be more prudent in your work. Don't dare to run away easily."

Zhemei Sen, who was still panting, had a buzzing head.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "The other thing is, I'm here to invite two British people to participate in the ring. One is named Opin and the other is named Oliver Burton."

"Ah this..." Zhe Meisen combed his messy hair: "Who are they?"

The attendant who followed quickly whispered something to him.

Zhemison's eyes widened.

Mahler's Gobi people actually caused trouble for him.

These two idiots.

It's not good to provoke anyone. Go provoke Zhao Chuanxin, light a lamp in the toilet, and seek death.

However, these two people are British and Zhemeisen should protect them.

Why did he say: "Mr. Zhao, they are unwilling to participate in the ring."

Zhao Chuanxin's smile never faded: "The rules of the arena are set by me. You must enter when your name is called. We all must abide by the rules to get things done."

Zhe Meisen hurriedly thought about it, but couldn't think of a good way.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin had already taken out his war bow and poverty arrow: "Well, you choose. Are you responsible for sending them to the Apollo Cinema, or am I going to invite them personally?"

"Mr. Zhao, please don't do this and give me some time, okay?"

"No problem, I'll give you three counts of time. Two..."

Fak Fak Fak…

Zhemei Sen had just taken a breath, and now he was sweating again: "No, no, no, I'll take people to take them to the Apollo Cinema."

Zhao Chuanxin put away his bow, floated up to the roof and walked out: "If they don't arrive before eleven o'clock, Zhao will make this place full of blood."

Zhe Meisen shuddered.

…

Benjamin Goldberg and Zhang Zhankui didn't wait long at the Apollo Cinema.

Zhao Chuanxin is back.

Huo Yuanjia stepped forward: "Mr. Zhao, what's wrong?"

"Tell the host that Opin and the others will arrive before eleven o'clock, and ask the cinema to notify the audience."

Time passed by minute by minute.

The audience at the Apollo Cinema grew larger and larger.

Most of them came for Zhao Chuanxin.

"Where is Zhao Chuanxin?"

"Which one is Zhao Chuanxin?"

"Apollo Cinemas isn't going to lie to us, is it?"

"Is that the Yankee martial artist over there?"

"It doesn't look like much..."

"Perhaps the tallest and strongest man comes on stage."

"Why not Zhao Chuanxin himself?"

"You are stupid. The battlefield and the ring are two different things. Guns are used on the battlefield, but fists and kicks are competed in the ring. You have also seen that Opiyin. He is strong and strong, and his neck is as thick as his head. His arms are too strong. If Zhao Chuanxin didn't hit me, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the country?"

"No way, Zhao Chuanxin is the God of War."

"That's useless. Just watch. It must be the martial artist named Huo Yuanjia..."

The whole place was packed.

There are even many people who strongly urge to buy standing tickets to watch.

The venue was crowded and packed with people.

On the other side, the martial arts group was also discussing.

"The British strongman has brute strength. It will not be a problem for Mr. Zhao to fight against him." The younger Wang Ziping was inevitably impetuous.

In fact, I have some doubts about Zhao Chuanxin's strength.

Monk Sun Lutang and Shang Yunxiang were very calm and did not speak.

Du Xinwu said: "Don't be impatient for a moment, I will request to go on stage."

"That's not necessary, I'll take the stage later." Zhang Zhankui said, clenching his fists.

Huo Yuanjia smiled faintly and said, "Everyone, let me come. Brother Nong only invited me at the beginning. Things should be done from beginning to end."

Everyone talked at once.

Li Shuwen said nothing.

Benjamin Goldberg turned a deaf ear to their conversation.

What a joke.

You are all martial artists, but my master is an immortal.

Finally, the time came to half past ten in the morning.

Four British soldiers led the way and escorted two white men, one tall and one short, into the venue.

The whole audience was boiling.

"It's Opiyin."

"They are here."

"It's going to be a good show now."

Even if Zhao Chuanxin didn't play, this kind of competition between Chinese and foreigners could cause a sensation, not to mention that it was said that Zhao Chuanxin would come.

At this time, Benjamin Goldberg stood up and went to the manager of the Apollo Cinema and said to him: "Reporters can come in, but no photos are allowed."

"Why is that?" The manager was very puzzled: "Zhao Chuanxin is a patriotic patriot who has made a name for his country. How can he not take photos?"

"I told you not to, so you can't." Benjamin Goldberg said in a bad tone.

"Okay, okay..." The manager hurriedly did as he was told.

Opiyin went on stage very reluctantly.

He heard the cheers from the audience, and the stage wind rose naturally. He raised his strong arms and roared like a beast.

The audience became more enthusiastic.

Some people in the martial arts group looked solemn.

Some people did not change their expressions.

Just looking at the appearance, this Opiyin's appearance is indeed a bit creepy.

When he roared, the veins on his neck were exposed.

No martial artist in the field was as strong as him.

The other Oliver Burton was much inferior, with curly medium hair and a William beard, but his hand was tightly pressed on the sword at his waist.

At this time, the host on the stage said: "I don't need to introduce these two people. One is the British strongman Opie, and the other is the British swordsman Oliver Burton.

Next, please welcome the God of War Zhao Chuanxin."

The whole audience was in an uproar.

Zhao Chuanxin actually came?

Most people have only heard of Zhao Chuanxin's legend, but have never seen him in person.

I saw a tall man, his suit was particularly well-fitting, tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. He was considered strong, but he was much inferior to Opie.

His hair was combed back, only a few strands were scattered in front of his forehead, as if blown by the wind.

His face was thick, but neatly trimmed.

He walked calmly, without any stage fright, and waved to the audience below, causing violent screams.

Opie and Oliver Burton were also looking at Zhao Chuanxin.

When Zhao Chuanxin appeared, their worries were slightly reduced.

Opie felt that Zhao Chuanxin was far less strong than him. Even if he couldn't beat him, at least he could protect himself.

Oliver Burton felt that Zhao Chuanxin's posture did not look like that of a swordsman.

Zhao Chuanxin unbuttoned his suit and threw it to the audience, where it happened to land in the arms of Benjamin Goldberg, who was sitting in the front row.

He stretched his neck and said to the host, "Sign the life and death agreement."

Below the stage, Zhemison, who came to watch the fight, hurried to the front of the stage and said, "No, they don't sign the life and death agreement. This is just a normal fighting exchange."

"What the hell?" Zhao Chuanxin pricked up his eyes: "Are you looking down on me? Are you worried that they will beat me to death? Don't worry, Zhao is putting it here. If they beat me to death, it's my fault, and no one will take revenge."

Zhemison: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the life and death agreement and said to Opin and Oliver Burton, "Sign it!"

Oopin shook his head.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hands and found a Winchester M1897 in his hand. He loaded the gun with one hand and pointed it at the two people: "Will you sign?"

Opiyin and Oliver Burton nodded: "Sign."

The audience was in an uproar.

Sure enough, as rumored, Zhao Chuanxin was moody and would turn against him at any time. He would shoot when he turned against him.

Forcing someone to sign a life and death agreement with a gun was absolutely the first time in history.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: They have AK Media, and he, Zhao Chuanxin, also has Winchester Media.

Zhao Chuanxin also went up and signed his name in a flamboyant manner.

He put away his gun and asked the two men, "Who will go first?"

Opiyin whispered to Oliver Burton, "Today, the two of us have to fight to the death. We must kill Zhao Chuanxin, otherwise it will be difficult to leave the Apollo Cinema."

Oliver Burton nodded, "Me first, or you first?"

Opiyin's face was grim: "Me first. I am stronger than him. Even if I can't beat him, it will be difficult for him to kill me. Wait until I drag him to exhaustion, and you stab him to death with a sword."

Oliver Burton said carefully, "You have to be careful, and focus on consuming his physical energy."

Opiyin went up to the ring: "Me first."

Zhao Chuanxin bent his knees, jumped more than three meters, and floated onto the ring.

This move not only stunned Opiyin, but also the audience below the stage, and even the martial arts group was stunned.

There are many martial artists with flexible body movements and strong leg explosive power, but the only one who can do Zhao Chuanxin's leap of more than three meters is probably the legendary Bodhidharma crossing the river...

Zhao Chuanxin asked Aopiyin: "I heard that you called me the sick man of East Asia?"

"..." Aopiyin was originally afraid, but he had already signed a life and death agreement, so he simply broke the jar and threw it away: "You Chinese are all the sick men of East Asia, and you are no exception."

The martial arts group in the audience stood up suddenly.

Even if they cherished their lives, they were still furious after hearing Aopiyin's insults with their own ears.

On the stage, Zhao Chuanxin put one hand in his pocket and hooked a finger at Aopiyin with the other hand.

Opiyin was provoked and forgot about Zhao Chuanxin's identity. He grew evil and bold, thinking in his heart, if you are so trusting, don't blame me for beating you to death today.

He rushed forward with a roar like a beast.

It's a big swing when he comes up.

There is a bit of boxing, but it is not professional yet and the forward movement is too big.

Zhao Chuanxin stood there without moving, and the audience exclaimed.

When Opiyin was about to swing his fist, he had time to pick up his elbow.

Boom.

"Ouch..." Opiyin roared again.

This time it hurt.

It turned out that Zhao Chuanxin's elbow happened to be touching the inside of his forearm.

Before Opiyin could stop, Zhao Chuanxin straightened his left hand, buckled Opiyin with his elbow, and did an uppercut without any backstroke.

Boom.

Opinin's head jerked up.

His eyes lost focus and he wanted to fall down, but Zhao Chuanxin pulled him back to stand up straight.

Zhao Chuanxin calmly took a step back, stepped forward, jumped up, and performed a superman punch.

Boom.

Opinin's head jerked up again.

Zhao Chuanxin fell down and put his hand around the back of Opiyin's neck to prevent him from falling to the ground and help him upright.

He kicked his calf violently.

Click.

Kick the other leg again.

Click.

At this time, Opiyin could no longer stand still.

However, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed an arm to keep him from falling. Then Zhao Chuanxin stepped back, pulling his arm with his left hand and hitting his elbow with his right hand.

Click.

The arms are folded outward at a ninety-degree angle.

At this time, the audience was so frightened that they screamed.

As for the martial arts group, everyone looked solemn.

I blanch.

At this time, the fighters competed with each other all year round, and a few or two moves could result in death or injury.

They could see that in fact, when Zhao Chuanxin passed the first sky-reaching cannon, Opiyin had already lost consciousness.

What happened next was that Zhao Chuanxin straightened him up and continued to beat him.

This is no longer a contest, this is one-sided abuse.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Opiyin who was about to fall, walked around to the other side, and smashed his elbow with his left hand.

Click.

Opinin's other arm was bent back at 90 degrees.

Plop...

Opinin knelt on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the hair of the completely unconscious Opiyin from behind, raised his knee, and slammed his knee into the back of his head.

Once, twice, three times...

As soon as he let go, Opin fell to the ground, red and white...

The occipital bone has long been broken, not only broken, but also pierced through the flesh...

Resulting in red and white...

"ah……"

The audience screamed!

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck, looked at the audience, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Sick man of East Asia, right?"

As he said that, he jumped four meters high on the spot. He didn't use the reaction shoulder straps to slow down his fall. When he got close to the ground, he straightened his bent legs and performed a slash.

puff……