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Chapter 17 [New Yin Flow Thousand Leaves White, Can Devour 200 Luck!]

"Oh? Tell me in detail!"

Sun Yulong summoned the disciple and asked him to describe in detail what happened when he heard the gunshot.

That disciple came from a poor family. He often practiced martial arts at the school during the day and went out to work as a porter at night. The day before yesterday, he was tired and lay down in the car for a while, and before he knew it, it was late at night.

Just as I was about to go back, I heard seven shots ringing out from the He Mansion! A moment later, five more shots rang out, and then chaos broke out at the He Mansion.

He was not far away and could hear it clearly.

Once it was confirmed to be a gunshot, fearing being implicated, I didn't dare look any longer and quickly left.

Tianjin was chaotic, but the foreign concessions were not, so this was a topic of conversation. When I mentioned it to my fellow apprentices at the academy, Sun Yulong overheard it.

After the disciple left, Zhao Yuting's expression turned somber.

The He Mansion was the residence of Ichiro Itagaki, the head of the Japanese in Tianjin, who held a high position in both the military and political circles.

"Senior brother, are you saying that Miyagi Nagaharu's change of heart is related to this matter?"

"I don't know, let's see tomorrow."
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Early the next morning.

No one was asleep. They got up early to practice external martial arts techniques, such as sparring and counter-sparring, and exchanged tips without getting into a real fight.

Those who practice internal martial arts have never sparred with anyone; they just tested their strength by exchanging blows and found it sufficient.

Soon, a dozen or so people followed Huo Dongge eastward.

The Japanese concession was located in the southeast of Tianjin, bordered by the Haihe River to the east, connected to the French concession along Qiushan Road to the southeast, reached the Qiangzi River to the south, Nanmenwai Street to the west, and Xujie Street from the southeast corner gate to the north.

This area isn't the most central, but it's the most convenient for shipping.

The Japanese had planned this all along; everything was a prelude to what was to come.

After walking for nearly an hour, they entered the Japanese concession at 9:00 AM. At this time, the concession was not a mysterious area and entry was not prohibited.

The streets of the Japanese concession were relatively well-planned, mostly laid out in a grid pattern. As you walk through Asah Street, many out-of-town boxers can't help but look around.

Asahi Street was a thriving commercial area, with various shops selling medicines, groceries, clothing, food, and more. Japanese merchants also established numerous companies, warehouses, trading firms, and wholesale stores along the Haihe River.

But that's not the point; the point is Japanese women.

Women in kimonos and cheongsams could be seen on the street from time to time, and this was only in the morning; it would be even more lively at night.

At that time, there were more than 100 brothels in the Japanese concession, with thousands of geishas officially operating!
It naturally contained all sorts of opium!

Having witnessed many sights along the way, the group arrived at Miyajima Street and noticed an increase in the number of Japanese samurai.

Wearing different dojo uniforms of varying colors, with embroidered patterns tied at the waist, these uniforms are the symbols of each dojo.

Chen Zhan was quite surprised. Japanese martial arts were prosperous, but unlike Western countries, they did not rely entirely on the "force" method.

Starting from the Tang Dynasty, Japan, as a vassal state, acquired various skills from China, including martial arts.

Various schools and sects emerged from this, and the industry continued to develop.

Funakoshi, whose neck was broken by Chen Zhan, was a branch of Tang Shou and also a lineage of Kyokushin Karate.

Undeniably, over the course of a thousand years, Japan has developed many new paths based on Chinese martial arts.

Disciples from various martial arts schools lined up on both sides, with a fighting arena set up in the middle. Unlike in movies and TV dramas, the arena was not a wooden platform, high up, with a square area of ​​only a few meters, where whoever fell off lost.

The arena in the arena was very large, square in shape, measuring about 100 meters on each side.

Moreover, it only protrudes by half a meter, and is made of stone platform, cement, steel bars and other materials, making the structure sturdy and stable.

This arena isn't a one-time event; it's been here for a long time.

In this era, it was common to see people compete to determine the winner.

When the Japanese saw Huo Dongge arrive, they cheered and shouted, some in broken Chinese and some in Japanese, but it was generally clear that they were mocking him.

I'm used to it by now; nobody will argue with me, it's pointless.

They went straight to the front of the arena, where only three people stood, one in front and two behind.

The one at the front was not Miyagi Nagayoshi, but a young man.

He looks more like a Westerner, dressed in white, with fair skin, a high nose bridge, and deep-set, very tall eyes, making him stand out among the Japanese.

Behind him were two people. On the left was Miyagi Nagayuki, a forty-year-old master of Goju-ryu karate. On the right, no one recognized him; he was probably in his thirties or forties.

The young man didn't speak, but Gongcheng Changshun behind him said, "Mr. Huo has finally arrived. Then, as agreed yesterday, the three of us will make a move. With so many of you, who will take on the challenge?" Huo Dongge nodded. At this point, it was pointless to argue about the other party's change of mind. He stepped forward.

Sun Yulong smiled and walked out from behind, followed by Chen Zhan.

“Since Mr. Huo has taken the initiative to challenge, let’s choose an opponent first.” Miyagi Nagaharu didn’t care. In his view, victory was assured, so it didn’t matter which opponent he chose.

Huo Dongge looked at Chen Zhan and Sun Yulong behind him; he was naturally facing off against Gongcheng Changshun.

The choice is up to the two of them.

As the two conversed, the young man in white scanned the crowd, his gaze meticulously sweeping over everyone without missing a single one.

Finally, he looked at the audience who had been drawn to both sides.

Among them were naturally people from the Sanwu Martial Arts Academy, including Zhao Yuting, as well as some people from other schools and onlookers.

The young man in white shook his head, somewhat disappointed.

Then he turned his attention to Sun Yulong and Chen Zhan, saying, "Hurry up and make your choice. I have other things to do."

His tone was indifferent, yet also dismissive.

After saying that, he turned and left, not only ignoring Huo Dongge and his group, but also Gong Cheng Changshun and his companion.

He walked to the side of the street and found a private room on the second floor of the teahouse. The terrace had a perfect view of the entire arena, and the empty seat in the center was reserved for him.

Miyagi Nagaharu and the man beside him exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness.

With this attitude, everyone knows that the young man in white is the one in charge.

The middle-aged man beside Miyagi Nagaharu said, "You two should make your choice quickly. Lord Chiba doesn't like waiting."

Sun Yulong stepped forward. He could tell that the young man surnamed Qianye was arrogant and extremely confident. It would be too embarrassing to let Chen Zhan, who was just filling in, take his place.

"Then I will do it."

Sun Yulong was speaking when Chen Zhan grabbed his shoulder. He turned around and saw that beneath Chen Zhan's disheveled hair, his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

Not only were they bright, but their eyes also seemed to hold the fierce gaze of a tiger ready to devour its prey.

Chen Zhan himself was indifferent, but when he looked at the white-robed youth, the prompt in his mind made him unable to remain calm.

【New Yin Flows with Thousand White Leaves, Can Devour 200 Points of Luck!】

200 luck points!

huge sum of money!

He had no choice, and neither did Chiba Shiro.

"Brother Sun, how about I make the first choice?" Chen Zhan said.

Sun Yulong, of course, would not refuse and readily offered Chen Zhan the first choice.

Zhao Yuting and Sun Yulong both thought that Chen Zhan would choose the man next to Gong Cheng Changshun, after all, the white-clothed man's behavior was too outrageous, and it was reasonable for them to be wary of him.

Chen Zhan stepped forward a few steps, and Gong Cheng Changshun stood to the side, where three life-and-death contracts were placed on the long table.

The names Chiba Shiro, Miyagi Nagaharu, and Oda Izumi have already been filled in, along with the usual content.

The words were something like, "The battle is decided in the ring, life or death is irrelevant, and there is no question of accountability."

In reality, those who understand know that killing Japanese people will inevitably lead to overt or covert retaliation.

Chen Zhan directly signed his name and pressed his fingerprint on Qianye Bai vs().

"Huh? Why did Chen Zhan choose Chiba Shiro?"

"what's the situation?"

The crowd was somewhat surprised, but after thinking about it, they felt even more admiration for Chen Zhan's wisdom.

Tian Ji's horse racing!

As long as he appears last, he can simply concede defeat, thus preventing the opponent's strongest player from making a move.

Killing two birds with one stone is undeniably clever.

Chen Zhan wondered what his fellow martial arts practitioners were thinking.
(End of this chapter)