The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Opiyin's neck was actually stepped on by Zhao Chuanxin, and part of it was pushed into his chest.

How much force does it take?

The martial artists in the audience were horrified.

To be honest, when Opiyin started to fight, they saw that although this foreigner was strong, his fighting skills were very poor. He was the kind of person who relied on his good hardware and was both poor and playful.

But Zhao Chuanxin made him live or die with one punch, and then it was completely a one-sided slaughter, which was exaggerated.

Zhao Chuanxin did not defend, but only attacked. Facing the beast-like Opiyin's heavy punch, his body did not even shake. This was absolute confidence in his physical fitness and strength.

Moreover, Opiyin is strong, right?

But Zhao Chuanxin kicked his neck into his chest with one kick. This would break the spine inside the body and dislocate the skin and flesh. How much force does it take?

There were many masters in the audience, but all the martial artists knew that they were no match for Zhao Chuanxin.

If it was a mortal enemy, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to leave a complete body.

It's really fucking scary!

Could this be the killer who came down from the battlefield?

This was not the end. After Zhao Chuanxin landed, he raised his leg and kicked.

The body of Opiyin was swept three meters away and slid another meter on the ground.

He was dead.

Zhao Chuanxin unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, revealing his strong chest, and hooked his finger at the pale Oliver Burton under the ring: "It's your turn."

Oliver Burton retreated repeatedly and shook his head: "Mr. Zhao, you misunderstood. I never said the sick man of East Asia. That was all said by Opiyin."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "Life is a ring everywhere. Wherever you fight, you fight?"

After that, Zhao Chuanxin jumped up, turned 360 degrees in the air, and landed lightly in front of Oliver Burton under the stage.

The audience in the front row exclaimed.

Although Oliver Burton was scared to death, he saw that he had no way to retreat, and Zhao Chuanxin had no weapon in his hand, so he made up his mind and was about to draw his sword.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg, kicked lightly, and used his toes to press against the hilt of the sword in Oliver Burton's hand.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.

The martial arts group stood up in shock.

Oliver Burton drew his sword very quickly, and then he couldn't even draw the sword within two steps.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly, stepped back, and let Oliver Burton draw his sword calmly.

Li Shuwen saw that Zhao Chuanxin had no weapon in his hand, so he wanted to give him his big gun.

But Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: "Sword."

A black sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

This is a black soft gold alloy sword, which Xingyue had just "planted" for him last night.

This scene is a bit cool.

Oliver Burton saw that he had lost the advantage of weapons, and now he had only a desperate battle.

His face was as pale as water, and he raised his sword in front of him, wanting to fight with Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin put his black sword on it.

Oliver Burton took the lead in stirring the sword and stabbed straight.

Zhao Chuanxin twitched his lips, turned his wrist and moved it upward to intercept the sword.

Zhao Chuanxin's black soft gold alloy sword was different from the previous eight-edged Han sword. This sword was tough.

Oliver Burton was about to grab it again, Zhao Chuanxin put his left hand behind his back, shook his right hand, and struck the sword horizontally.

Oliver Burton hurriedly tried to intercept, but Zhao Chuanxin was too fast.

Swish.

Oliver Burton's forearm was cut open with a two-centimeter-long wound, and blood was pouring out.

But he was highly focused and did not feel the pain.

Western swordsmanship, fast and dense attack, Oliver Burton hurriedly attacked Zhao Chuanxin's lower body again.

Zhao Chuanxin put one hand behind his back, moved his feet lightly, turned his wrist and intercepted.

Horizontal slash.

Swish.

Obviously the method was very ordinary, but Oliver Burton just couldn't avoid it.

It's not that his swordsmanship is not high enough, but Zhao Chuanxin's movements are too fast.

It's too fast to intercept.

This sword cut a two-centimeter-long cut in Oliver Burton's abdomen.

This time he felt pain, but the surge of adrenaline could numb the pain.

This made him angry. He had won many European competitions and few people could hurt him.

As a result, he moved wildly. When he swung the sword horizontally, his arm was raised too high, and the tip of the sword could not reach Zhao Chuanxin at all.

Zhao Chuanxin raised the corner of his mouth, but did not move. He waited for the tip of the sword to pass in front of him, and then he suddenly drew his sword and tapped Oliver Burton's popliteal fossa.

Chi...

"Ah..."

On the side of the martial arts group, Li Shuwen was shocked and said, "You don't dodge or avoid. You are so bold."

Sun Lutang said, "Mr. Zhao deliberately avoided the vital points and only cut a small cut. Is he going to torture Oliver to death..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

In the arena of life and death, he could win but was not in a hurry to win, and used a blunt knife to cut his opponent. Is this something that a carbon-based creature can do?

Moreover, Oliver Burton used a sword, and his moves were fierce, fast and dense. Those who were proficient in swordsmanship among them asked themselves whether they might not be his opponent.

But Zhao Chuanxin was so strong that he could play with his opponent.

It was really terrifying...

While talking, Oliver Burton had more than ten small wounds on his body, each of which was two centimeters long, almost the same, bleeding, but not too much.

The scene was boiling.

"God of War, God of War, God of War..."

This voice made Oliver Burton even more uneasy.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger to the audience: "Hush, give him some room to play, be polite, and don't make loud noises."

Many people in the audience sneered.

Oliver Burton looked at the audience, then at Zhao Chuanxin, feeling afraid, ashamed, and angry.

He was so angry that he stabbed three times in a row.

Zhao Chuanxin drew his sword calmly and then stretched out his arm.

Someone from the martial arts group exclaimed: "This is the thrusting sword technique from the Eight Swords of the Qi Family Sword. Because the Qi Family Sword is longer than the Japanese pirates' sword, you can take advantage of the Japanese pirates with just one more palm length. And Mr. Zhao's sword is longer than that of Oliver Fo..."

Sure enough, after one sword, a red dot appeared on Oliver Burton's chest.

Zhang Zhankui was shocked: "You are worthy of being the red dot of the Central Plains."

Oliver Burton was frightened and broke into a cold sweat.

He was almost chilled to the bone.

He was in the middle of the game and could not see through Zhao Chuanxin's intentions. He thought that Zhao Chuanxin was just a little bit stronger than him and happened to be able to hurt him every time.

At this time, it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to attack.

Oliver Burton made three straight thrusts, and Zhao Chuanxin made three horizontal strikes.

Clang clang clang.

Oliver Burton's sword hand was numb from the shock.

Somehow, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly appeared in front of him, without using the sword, and pulled back with his left hand.

Snap.

Oliver Burton was hit hard on the face, and his head was stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin put away the sword, and flicked the middle finger of his right hand towards the numb wrist of Oliver Burton.

Clang...

The sword fell to the ground.

The martial arts group was restless.

"This swordplay has reached the pinnacle."

"I saw the shadows of the Bodhidharma sword, Wudang sword, Japanese swordsmanship, and Western swordsmanship... Mr. Zhao is really a martial arts genius..."

Li Shuwen frowned and said, "Mr. Zhao is also proficient in Bajiquan, which is a simplified Bajiquan that only attacks but does not defend. When martial arts reach this level, the cicada will feel the golden wind before it moves, and the death will be unknown!"

Over there, Zhao Chuanxin snapped his fingers repeatedly: "Let me show you the Six Meridians Divine Sword."

Swish, swish, swish...

Oliver Burton was disarmed, Zhao Chuanxin snapped his fingers repeatedly, and red light flashed, and Oliver Burton's body was covered with scars.

He didn't understand what hurt him.

Because he was going to be tortured to death, Zhao Chuanxin's light blades were as short as possible.

After more than ten light blades were sent out, he became more and more comfortable with it. The image of the level 4 light blade flashed in his mind. He retreated to a suitable distance and snapped his fingers.

Swish...

Oliver Burton's chest was cut with the longest cut since the fight began.

Although he did not perform up to the standard this time, Zhao Chuanxin was still overjoyed, because he broke through the level 3 light blade and reached level 4 in an instant.

Oliver Burton was covered in wounds, but none of them were fatal.

But he lost too much blood and was exhausted. He fell to the ground and struggled, too weak to get up.

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin in panic: "Don't kill me..."

Zhao Chuanxin was in a good mood and had a clear mind: "Believe me, death is harder than living. I will show mercy and let you die."

After that, he pointed his finger at Oliver Burton's forehead.

Tsk.

The unique skill of Zhongyuan Yidianhong reappeared.

But this time it was not the elf carving knife, but the light blade.

Oliver Burton's eyes were straight, his head tilted, and he died.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped back, contrary to human common sense, and could jump several meters high and landed on the ring.

There were foreigners, Chinese, dignitaries, and small merchants.

There was also a teenager wearing glasses sitting among them. It was Hu Shi, who had met Zhao Chuanxin once.

There is actually no fairness in the evaluation of historical figures.

As long as the times are right, the red face can also become the white face, and vice versa.

Because the people are too easily influenced, the brainless people follow the trend, and the brainy people do not speak.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the crowd in the audience and sighed secretly.

In the era of black and white, looking at this era, one would think that overthrowing the Qing Dynasty, leading troops to sweep across, and then unifying, everything would be fine.

Zhao Chuanxin lived in this era, and he knew that this idea was naive and ridiculous.

The people in the late Qing Dynasty had no country in their hearts, and even had no concept of the correct direction of the country's future.

There is a saying that it is difficult to become an adult without poverty, and it is naive without being hit.

The people have no soul, the nation has no roots, and such a country has no future, especially in the Central Plains with orderly inheritance.

It is easier to immigrate to the country in comparison.

They are not a family dynasty, so it is easier for them to form a group for interests.

This kind of thinking of the people will continue for decades.

It takes a process for a nation to awaken.

It is a foolish dream to think that the people will understand all this in an instant, and after the great unification, they will be concerned about the motherland and work together.

Zhao Chuanxin can say with 100% certainty that if he unifies the country now, as long as he does not sit on the throne, there will be chaos within 20 years.

If he stays in power for a long time, it will be equivalent to the regression of civilization.

Moreover, he hates management, hates to get up at the sound of cock-crows, and hates diligence. His personality is not suitable for long-term management.

At least, warlords must go through the melee, otherwise the people will not cherish the life-saving straw, and they don’t know what they want at all.

Just like many people’s keyboards are crackling, looking at their personal lives - they understand the truth, but their lives are a mess.

Not to mention ordinary people, even a few smart people are mostly confused at this time, blind men touch the elephant and each holds one end, crossing the river by feeling the stones, and carefully testing.

Even those great people who have been born, Zhao Chuanxin is sure, are confused at this moment, and they dare not firmly say at this moment - the future is ours.

Sun Gongwu dare not pat his chest and shout: "I will definitely succeed."

He was just like Cao Cao, letting everyone look at the plum blossoms to quench their thirst.

Been thirsty for years.

Many people no longer even want to believe him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chuanxin came to the loudspeaker.

The whole audience was watching.

The martial arts group looked at him.

Liu Ai and Aries looked at him.

Hu Shi also looked at him.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed his left hand on the loudspeaker with his vocal organ.

He said: "You must understand that the Western Region is not preserved for the sake of those raisins; the grassland is not preserved for the beef and mutton; the important port is not preserved for the sake of eating sea fish; and the killing of these two is not for my personal reputation."

There was silence.

Waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to follow.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "It's not the Qing court that loves the country. Who are Aisin Gioro and the others? They can't represent this country."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone knew that Zhao Chuanxin was not at odds with the royal family, but this was the first time that he used words in a public speech targeting the Qing Dynasty and Aisin Gioro.

It used to be a tacit understanding, but now it's no longer pretending, it's a show of cards.

"Mr. Zhao is so brave."

"That's bullshit. When you bombarded the Forbidden City, you knew how brave he was."

At this time, one person in the crowd suddenly stood up and said: "That's nonsense."

People around looked around and asked in shock: "Could it be Lord Tian Baorongtian, the magistrate of Shanghai?"

There was no anger on Zhao Chuanxin's face, and he raised his fingers at Tian Baorong: "You can do it, come up and say it."

Tian Baorong: "..."

I don't know who said: "Yes, Mr. Tian came on stage to say a few words."

When Tian Baorong heard Zhao Chuanxin slander and insult the imperial court, like a loyal dog protecting his master, he instinctively stood up to refute.

But he was not ready to go on stage.

Tian Baorong blushed: "Don't confuse the public with your lies here. The imperial court cannot represent the country. How can you, Zhao Chuanxin, do it?"

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "I can do it. Not only can I do it, but everyone in the audience can do it. It is the 40 million compatriots and the land under our feet that make up the country."

There were whispers in the audience, some disagreed, some thought it was reasonable, and some were just watching the fun.

This state fully demonstrates that Zhao Chuanxin's concerns are real.

Just like the Eight-Nation Allied Forces invaded the Forbidden City, the common people set up ladders and escalators to help lead the way and greeted the foreigners, while the eunuchs stood aside to watch the show.

How many years has it been since the Gengzi Year?

The people in the audience didn't care at all. Subconsciously, the Central Plains world's surname was Aixinjueluo, which had nothing to do with them at all, and the loss would not be on their shoulders.

If there is no tribulation period in the middle, haha, even if you take the world, you can ascend?

It's all in vain.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly lost his interest in talking.

He took a running start, took more than ten meters in one step, and came to Tian Baorong: "Are you talking to me?"

Tian Baorong was startled.

When faced with Zhao Chuanxin, he couldn't speak at all, he didn't have the courage.

Not to mention the county magistrate, the governor Zhao Chuanxin didn't take him seriously. The Empress Dowager Cixi still had nothing to do with him, and Yuan Weiting also had to be humble.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "When you go to bed at night, it's best to turn one eye open."

Tian Baorong stammered: "If you open one eye, can you avoid death?"

"Open your eyes and you might understand how you died. Be an understanding person."

Tian Baorong fell down and sat on the ground: "You can't kill me. If you kill me, you will kill the officials and rebel."

Zhao Chuanxin verbally abused Aisin Gioro today. Although it caused a sensation, there was still room for change.

If you kill Tian Baorong, you will really be rebelling.

Zhao Chuanxin did not kill him, but spat on his face, which was accurate and hit the red heart.

"Ah...tui!"

"What the fuck."

Immediately he waved his hand to the manager of Apollo Cinema: "Wash the floor."

But he led Benjamin Goldberg and others out.

The people in the martial arts group had no idea where to go.

Zhao Chuanxin insulted Aixinjueluo. If they still hang out with Zhao Chuanxin, they will label themselves.

If you don't follow, you may offend Zhao Chuanxin.

In a dilemma, Zhao Chuanxin had already brought his apprentice, Liu Ai, Aries, Gan Fan and Suba out of the cinema.

"Master, they didn't follow."

"It doesn't matter, why don't a gentleman stand under a dangerous wall?"

"Let me tell you, it doesn't matter if you don't practice martial arts. If you haven't practiced any bloody courage, you are just a wise man who protects yourself."

He's right.

Historical data can be checked, and outsiders are fooling around with their brains. In these martial arts, people can be locked up in their own yards and survive the disaster without injury. If they occasionally go to the ring, they are considered national heroes. Movies and TV series have written about them.

The audience knows Huo Yuanjia, knows Huang Feihong, knows Ip Man, knows Sun Lutang, knows Shang Yunxiang... but few know Wu Luzhen, and few know those who really shed their lives and blood.

Just like Ip Man, he is the representative of a gentleman who does not stand behind the wall, but later he was filmed as a national hero and decorated with gold.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't blame them, but he can't say he admires them either.

At this time, a person came out from behind, but it was Li Shuwen.

"etc."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and showed a sincere smile.

He rarely smiled like this.

Zhang Zhankui, who usually treated him respectfully, didn't come out with him, but Li Shuwen came out.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him with admiration.

Li Shuwen said: "Mr. Zhao, when you come, your disciple will pay for the travel expenses, food and accommodation. On the way back, Li doesn't have a tael of silver to use, so he still has to rely on your master and disciple."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed even more happily, and put his arm around Li Shuwen's thin shoulders: "Those who talk about righteousness lightly will betray in battle. Brother, don't talk about travel expenses, food and lodging, eating, drinking, gambling and smoking, we are not a problem."

Li Shuwen: "..."

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Master Li, you and my uncle are brothers. I miss you so much after not seeing you for many years. I also want to go to Lugang Town. Why don't you follow me to the north and I will cover the whole journey back to Tianjin."

Li Shuwen was really moved by what he said: "Okay, let's go and see my brother Zhao."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed happily: "My apprentice has a lot of family wealth. By the way, Benjamin, we have a big deal to discuss, special weapons for Mexico..."

...

Japan.

The people marched and demonstrated, asking the government to ask the Qing court for an explanation.

In the past, when Zhao Chuanxin killed Japanese, they were mostly soldiers, or embassy officials and spies, which made people speechless.

This time, Zhao Chuanxin killed not only Mei Qiantaro and other sea merchants, but also many fishermen and sailors who went out to work.

This killing method of leaving no one alive shocked the entire Japanese people.

Along with it, there was also the exclusion of Chinese people.

Sun Yanguang's shop was smashed.

Some Chinese in Japan found a place to hide, while others wanted to go home.

Zhou Shuren and Sun Yanguang were among them.

The two sides met on the boat. Sun Yanguang heard that the two brothers talked extraordinary, and the two brothers saw that Sun Yanguang was handsome and naturally started chatting.

The two brothers didn't know what to do when they returned to China. Sun Yanguang said: "Lubin Prefecture has opened elementary and secondary schools and is recruiting teachers. Why don't you go and apply for the job?"

Although he was playing assassination in Japan, he was well aware of the news in China.

After all, he admired Zhao Chuanxin, and Zhao Chuanxin was the prefect of Lubin Prefecture.

Zhou Shuren shook his head: "I need to go home and deal with some things before I worry about it."

Sun Yanguang lamented: "You missed a great opportunity."