vrcanaries Chapter 391 Are you good at fighting?
Chapter 391 Are you good at fighting?
Shanghai Stock Exchange, in front of Hongkou Dojo.
Chen Yang sat in the car and looked at the flag fluttering at the door with an extremely unnatural expression on his face.
"Mr. Chen, there is an old Chinese saying that an ugly daughter-in-law will eventually have to meet her parents-in-law."
"You're already at the door, what are you still afraid of?"
"Although Mr. Fujiwara is a very old-fashioned person, from the information I have obtained so far, he is still a very reasonable person."
"Don't worry, I don't think he will beat you to death. At most he will beat you half to death."
Looking at Qingqi Qingyin who was gloating over someone else's misfortune, Chen Yang had the urge to punch him in the face.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Yang looked at the plaque of Hongkou Dojo and hesitated: "Qingqi Jun, could your information be wrong? Is he really that terrifying?"
Qingqi Qingyin laughed and joked: "Hahaha, Chen-san, your expression right now is so cute."
"If you keep that expression, I think Mr. Fujiwara might go easy on you."
Chen Yang said with a long face, "Qingqi-kun, your joke is not funny at all."
Qingqi Qingyin smiled foolishly and said, "Mr. Chen, I just want you to not be so nervous."
"Mr. Fujiwara was indeed a martial arts genius. He was born in 1886 and began to learn from the karate master Kondo Masahiko at the age of four."
"At the age of 18, I challenged the karate master Takeda Tamao and became famous."
"In the following four years, he defeated thirteen Japanese karate masters in a row, won the title of the youngest karate grandmaster in Japan, and was awarded the Menkyo Kaiden."
"But you don't have to worry. This happened thirty years ago. The last time he fought was in 1939, when he fought against the head coach of the Black Dragon Society, Yagyu Shinin-pa's sword master Yagyu Shizuun."
Chen Yang asked in confusion: "What do you mean by that?"
Qingqi Qingyin smiled and said, "What I mean is that Mr. Fujiwara is already fifty-six years old. At his age, his physical strength and reaction have long passed their peak."
"Mr. Chen, you are only 25 years old. Don't you martial artists always say that young and strong are better than strong ones?"
"Given your current condition, you won't necessarily lose badly against him. Besides, I've called the doctors and nurses to be ready at any time."
"Even if he beats you beyond recognition, the doctor will still save you."
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Qingqi-kun, thank you so much."
"You're welcome. Please go in quickly. Mr. Fujiwara is a very traditional Japanese man. He hates people being late the most."
Chen Yang took a look at Qingqi Qingyin's hateful smiling face, and he was sure that Qingqi Qingyin just wanted to laugh at him.
After hesitating for a long time, Chen Yang sighed, pushed open the car door, stood in front of the car window, tidied his appearance in front of the mirror, and then walked inside.
"Wow, ha," before entering the gym, waves of neat shouting reached my ears.
After turning a corner, a small brick and wood building appeared in front of us.
The decoration of the small building is very simple. Perhaps due to its age, the varnish on the outside has fallen off a lot. Although it looks mottled and worn, it has obviously been carefully cleaned and looks extremely clean at a glance.
Following the sound, Chen Yang arrived in front of the hall. With a creak, he waved his hand and pushed open the door.
Seeing the stranger appear, a Japanese man wearing a white training suit and a green belt around his waist rushed forward and said viciously: "Who are you and how can you come here?"
"I'm Chen Yang, and I'm here to see Mr. Fujiwara." Chen Yang's face was slightly cold, and he said lightly.
"You are Chen Yang, haha, you came at the right time." Hearing Chen Yang's words, the leading young man with a black belt laughed: "Master Fujiwara said that anyone who can defeat you can become his direct disciple."
"All disciples, listen up. Those above the red belt level, step out. The rest of you, sit down."
This black belt disciple was obviously the leader of this group. With just one order, most of the disciples tactfully stepped aside and sat down.
The levels of karate start from white belt and then there are yellow belt, orange belt, green belt, blue belt, purple belt, red belt, red and blue belt, and black belt. The black belt is further divided into nine levels from low to high.
There are more than a hundred students in the Hongkou Dojo, but today there are only about thirty students present, and even fewer are above the red belt level, only seven.
Among them, there are three red belts, two red and blue belts, and two black belts.
One against seven, doesn't seem to be that difficult.
You have to know that when Chen Yang was selling supplies in Jinling before, he fought with those gangsters and each time he fought against more than a dozen of them.
"My name is Sato Aoihiko, and I am the senior brother of the Goju-ryu School at the Hongkou Dojo. I am a third degree black belt. Mr. Chen Yang, Master Fujiwara highly respects your martial arts. Now, you can choose to fight one of us."
"Of course, if you are confident enough, you can choose to fight me."
When Sato Aohiko said this, his eyebrows raised and his tone sounded very arrogant. It was obvious that he was very confident in his own abilities.
Chen Yang undressed, took off his leather shoes, and then, while rolling up his sleeves, he said, "Don't waste time, come on together."
"Are you going to fight six alone?" Sato Aohiko was surprised.
"No, no, I mean including you." Chen Yang clenched his fist and moved his wrist.
"You are so arrogant. Are you really good at fighting?" Sato Qingyan's face changed slightly. Instead of getting angry, he smiled and said, "My fellow apprentice brothers, don't let Mr. Chen Yang down. Let's fight together."
"Hi..." A loud shout was heard, and seven students surrounded Chen Yang in a fan shape.
This group of people follow the rules and know not to attack someone from behind.
Chen Yang squatted slightly in a horse stance, made a palm with his left hand, pressed down slightly, and controlled it at his lower abdomen. He spread out his right hand and slowly moved it forward, with his fingertips level with his shoulders, in an attacking posture.
"Go." With an order, two red and blue belt disciples, one on the left and one on the right, punched Chen Yang in the face.
Chen Yang moved sideways and swung his right hand towards the person in front of him.
"Crack." With just one punch, the red and blue belt disciple suddenly let out a whine, and his left arm instantly drooped to the side.
"Be careful of his arms and keep your distance." Sato Qingyan is worthy of being the eldest senior brother. He can see how powerful Chen Yang is at a glance.
"What's the point of keeping a distance?" Chen Yang looked at everyone present with disdain, kicked back with his right foot, and rushed directly towards the crowd.
Isn't it seven against one? There's something wrong with the picture. It looks like one against seven.
There was a lot of noise in the arena. Behind a window on the side of the hall, two middle-aged men were watching the situation in the arena intently.
After a while, a middle-aged man said leisurely: "Mr. Fujiwara, to be honest, if he hadn't claimed to be Chinese, I would have suspected that you had trained a young disciple who came here specifically to challenge you..."