America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 487 Tai Dao VS Tang Dao
"I'm not interested." Chen Jianqiu didn't reply at all.

He stood up, walked to the guys in his hands, and checked their injuries:

"Fortunately, neither the bones nor the arteries were injured." Chen Jianqiu took out a roll of bandages and a box of Teresa's wound medicine from his clothes.

He carried it with him when he was roaming the West ten years ago, and it worked out great.

Now it is a habit, and I carry it with me all the year round.

"Hurry up and give him medicine, bandage him up, and then go to the doctor." Chen Jianqiu handed the things to another guy.

Sho Yamada, who was left out on the sidelines, was a little annoyed:
"Where is your honor, sir?"

"I don't want to hack you to death, and then your disciples and grandchildren, as well as members of the club, come to my house every day to cry for mourning."

Chen Jianqiu stood up and said.

"Absolutely not!" Sho Yamada said seriously, "Swords have no eyes, life and death are self-determined."

He said this to Chen Jianqiu.

Because he didn't think he would lose.

The shopkeeper ran over from the back of the house in a hurry, God knows where he was hiding just now.

"Please!" Yamada Sho lifted his sleeves and made a gesture of invitation to the door, "If you need, I can lend you my apprentice's sword."

"Mr. Chen, his knife is very fast." He Kuan whispered to Chen Jianqiu, "You don't need to fight at all."

"I'm afraid he won't understand." Chen Jianqiu clasped his hands behind his back.

He turned his head and said to He Kuan, "Go to the martial arts hall opposite and borrow a knife for me. I'm not used to Japanese knives."

Seeing this, He Kuan couldn't stop him, so he stood up and hurried out the door.

The two soon came to the open space in front of the Chinese restaurant.

Chen Jianqiu stood with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a black cloth robe, and his figure was as tall and straight as ever. Compared with a few years ago, the beard around his lips added vicissitudes and maturity.

On the opposite side, Yamada Xiang was shorter than Chen Jianqiu by more than a head, so his momentum was naturally much weaker.

But his breath was restrained, and he stood firmly on the spot, quite a bit of the demeanor of a master.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, I borrowed the knife!" He Kuan hurried over from the opposite martial arts hall, holding a long knife about one meter long in his hand.

He Kuan handed the knife to Chen Jianqiu.

This is a Tang (horizontal) knife. The scabbard is extremely exquisite in workmanship. The gold and silver patterns inlaid on it can be seen as the work of skilled craftsmen.

Chen Jianqiu pulled out his knife with a "Cang Langlang".

A cold light suddenly appeared, the blade was straight, and the whole body was glowing with blue cold light.

"Good knife!" Chen Jianqiu exclaimed.

"The owner of the martial arts hall is from Zhejiang. He heard that he wanted to borrow a sword to compete with the Japanese, so he took out his ancestral sword." He Kuan pointed to a capable man behind him, "He said he must come and have a look."

"Master Chen! Get rid of him!" The man encouraged Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu reinserted the knife into the scabbard, and walked back to the door of the shop.

At this time, there are more and more people watching around, including Chinese, Japanese, and of course local residents.

In Honolulu, I have seen duels between whites and whites, Japanese and Japanese, and fighting between Chinese gangs, but fighting between Chinese and Japanese is really rare.

"Mr. Chen and I are fighting this time. Please be a witness. Your own life and death have nothing to do with others." Yamada Xiang said to the surrounding people in English.

"That's right, it's a matter of life and death." Chen Jianqiu held a Tang saber and cupped his hands to the left and right.

Sho Yamada turned to Chen Jianqiu, and began to report his family name: "I am a disciple of Ichiro Ogasa, and I am the descendant of the 'Omori style'."

Chen Jianqiu remained silent.

His teacher never told him the name of his own genre, only taught him the moves to kill.

One of Yamada Sho's feet began to move forward slowly. Under the kimono, he couldn't see the step shape, but his posture was lowered.

His right hand was pressed on the handle of the knife, and his whole body was tensed like a bow, ready to be activated at any time.

It was not on a whim that Sho Yamada slashed bullets with a knife in the museum.

He has succeeded.

He has a unique skill called "Yan Hui", which can chop birds and split bullets.

Chen Jianqiu felt that the aura on the opposite side was already extraordinary compared to before, so he stood with a knife in his hand, his gaze was like a torch, and his spirit did not relax at all.

There are a few steps between the two.

This distance is gradually shrinking as Yamada Sho moves.

This ronin's grasp of distance is extremely precise.

After judging that the effective attack distance had been reached, Yamada Sho's sword-drawing technique came out suddenly.

A phantom struck towards Chen Jianqiu's neck.

This knife brings together Yamada Xiang's more than forty years of skill, fast speed, accurate orientation, and tricky angle.

The hairs on the back of Chen Jianqiu's neck stood up.

His figure retreated sharply, and his upper body instantly leaned back with an incredible range.

Shan Tianxiang's knife was only a few centimeters away from his neck. The blade cut through the air, and the skin on Chen Jianqiu's neck was painful when the blade was blown.

Chen Jianqiu was surprised that Yamada Xiang's knife was so powerful, and his opponent was more shocked than him.

Yamada Sho thought to himself that he had never missed this trick.

Countless samurai have died under his "Swallow Return". He used to confidently believe that even if the then Chief Commander Okita came, he might not be able to escape his own move.

But the Chinese in front of him was unharmed.

After missing a single hit, Xiang Yamada raised the Taidao high and slashed at Chen Jianqiu who had not adjusted his body from top to bottom.

Compared with Yan Fan, this move was much slower in Chen Jianqiu's eyes.

This kind of cutting method is like paying New Year's greetings, if you can cut him, you will be called hell.

The scabbard in Chen Jianqiu's hand touched Yamada Xiang's falling blade, and then dodged with ease.

After Yamada Sho's second hit was empty, he retreated quickly, but beyond his imagination, Chen Jianqiu's counterattack did not follow for some reason.

So he raised his wife high again, and once again slashed and attacked.

He wants to force the opponent to breathe, and make mistakes gradually.

The opponent is very fast, but as long as he catches a mistake on the opponent, not to mention too much, at least one arm of this Chinese will be taken off by him.

However, a black shadow flashed by.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly leaned forward, and the knife in his hand "swimmed" towards his body along his knife and arm like a swimming dragon.

Yamada Xiang only felt that his body was half cold.

Because the knife was almost on his neck.

He knew that the knife was coming, but he felt that his movements seemed to be half a beat slow, and he couldn't stop it at all.

But when he looked down, he found that the knife was not out of its sheath.

Yamada Xiang suddenly saw a glimmer of life.

He also leaned back like Chen Jianqiu, trying to avoid the death-like Tang knife.

But when he looked at Chen Jianqiu on the opposite side, he found a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Just when the top of the scabbard was about to reach Yamada Xiang's neck, Chen Jianqiu pushed the handle of the knife with his thumb.

The Tang knife was out of its sheath, only less than ten centimeters away.

But these ten centimeters are enough.

Just a touch.

Yamada Sho felt a coldness on his neck.

Pain, passed on.

Unable to breathe, he felt something wet dripping from his neck.

is blood.

Yamada Sho couldn't take it anymore.

The Taidao slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a "dang".

Yamada Sho fell in a pool of blood.

He felt that his life and consciousness were gradually passing away.

The moment before he closed his eyes, Chen Jianqiu's face appeared in front of him.

He could no longer hear what Chen Jianqiu was saying, but he could vaguely judge from the shape of his mouth:
"This is Juhe!"

(End of this chapter)