Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 768: Subjugating the Fish Dragon Society

Although Ishikawa Ichiro spoke firmly, he couldn't help but tremble a little in his heart. The little master had such a bad reputation in Japan that it was impossible for him not to be nervous and uneasy.

He kept repeating in his mind what his father had said to him when he first started practicing: The heart of sword is the heart of Zen; it is easy to cut the three thousand strands of worries, but it is difficult to cut the false thoughts in your heart.

At this time, one of them said, "Master, although we are not from the military, we are also doing legitimate business. But no matter what, we are all Japanese. Our identity has given us a lot of convenience invisibly."

"There are some things we can't escape from. I heard that this little Taoist priest is always ruthless in killing people. I'm afraid he will kill us all at once with the idea of ​​not letting anyone go!"

Hearing this, Ishikawa Ichiro gave a bitter smile. How could he not know this? But a person with a clear conscience is not afraid of his own shadow. If he gave up this huge business just because of a little suspicion, the price would be too high.

But staying and putting your own destiny into the hands of others is indeed a frustrating and torturous thing, and every minute and every second is difficult to endure.

The main skill taught at the Yulonghui Dojo is the Buddha Sword, the essence of which is to only kill dead things, not living things. It can be said that people who practice the Buddha Sword, like monks, do not kill. A person's practice is often closely related to his temperament.

A person who practices Buddhist swordsmanship would not be that evil, generally speaking, so the Yulong Society has a good reputation in the Magic City. It is not as notorious as other Japanese pirate forces. This is also the reason why Ishikawa Ichiro did not run away.

But at this moment, the door was pushed open, and a disciple wearing the uniform of the Yulong Society ran in in a panic and reported:

"Master, it's bad, people from the Tiantong Church have come to our dojo!"

The entire hall was silent, everyone couldn't help but sweat on their foreheads, the atmosphere was heavy, and everyone was visibly panicking.

"Why are you panicking?" Ishikawa Ichiro took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "A visitor is a guest, so we should welcome him generously."

“Yes… I… I… I’ll go… to greet him right away…” the little disciple just now said stutteringly.

"Goodbye, let's go together to pay a visit to this little master!" Ishikawa Ichiro said in a deep voice.

Ichiro Ishikawa led his men to the training ground of the dojo in a quick walk.

At this moment, on the training ground, all the disciples gathered together as if facing a great enemy, and looked at the gate as if facing a great enemy.

Ichiro Ishikawa looked over and the first thing he noticed was the unusually tall and burly figure standing at the gate.

The little Taoist priest is here… His heart sank, as if a huge rock was pressing down on him, and he felt a little breathless. As for who was around the little Taoist priest, he had no time to care.

He took a deep breath, walked forward, clasped his hands, bowed deeply, and said: "The Ishikawa family, Ishikawa Ichiro, and all the staff of the Dragon Society of the Demon City Dojo, greet the Little Heavenly Master!"

After he finished speaking, a few seconds passed and there was no response behind him. He maintained his deep bow and turned his head to give a look to those disciples who had no eyesight.

The disciples got the hint and immediately reacted. They folded their hands, bowed deeply, and said loudly:
"Yulonghui Modu Daochang, meet the little master!"

……

"Wow, these devils are quite sensible. The show they put on us is quite intimidating. The way they bow is even more standard than that of filial sons and daughters at funerals!" Lu Ci curled his lips and sneered.

"Hedgehog, no one will think you're dumb if you don't speak. Besides, this is a ceremony for Senior Brother Zhang and has nothing to do with you. If you come, not only will you be impolite, you might even be beaten out with sticks!" Lu Jin subconsciously contradicted Lu Ci.

"Isn't it an honor for me? You keep talking nonsense. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, I would definitely give you a good beating!" Lu Ci said in a low voice viciously.

"It's still unclear who will deal with whom. Have you forgotten what happened that day?" Lu Jin sneered and replied in a low voice.

Lu Ci suddenly remembered the day when he was knocked unconscious by Lu Jin, and was carried around the Tianshi Mansion three times, telling everyone he met that he was defeated by him.

Even though this happened some time ago, he couldn't help but feel his blood pressure spike whenever he thought about it.

"Don't forget that you were beaten and cried..." He chose to bring up the past.

Wang Ai quietly took a step away from the two guys. During this period, these two guys often quarreled and fought, and said embarrassing things to each other. He was a little annoyed.

The most important thing is that if he shows too much interest when they are quarreling and exposing each other's secrets, when these two guys come to their senses, they will often take their anger out on him.

Zhang Zhiwei ignored the quarrel between the two idiots behind him, walked forward, and stared into Ishikawa Ichiro's eyes:

"You knew I was coming, and you weren't afraid?"

"Little Heavenly Master is not an unreasonable person. I am not afraid, so why should I be afraid?"

When Ishikawa Ichiro saw that Zhang Zhiwei did not start killing people as soon as they met, he felt relieved and stood up straight and said.

Although he said he was standing straight, he was actually leaning forward slightly, which gave people a feeling of being inferior.

Hearing that the young master was decisive in killing, in order to avoid being killed without having a chance to speak, he quickly explained:

"Little Heavenly Master, please understand that my Yulonghui Daochang has been abiding by the law for the past few years since we moved into the Magic City. We have followed both the local laws and the laws of the concession, and have never done anything illegal."

"Not only that, we even do some charity work every month. Even when people come to challenge us, we always stop at the right time and never kill them. Many colleagues can attest to this."

"All the businesses under the Taoist temple are legal and compliant. I wonder what advice the little Taoist priest has for us this time?!"

After thinking about it, he seemed to feel that the question "what advice do you have" was a bit presumptuous, and added:
"No matter what it is, we will accept it with an open mind. Please show some mercy, little master!"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, knowing that what Ishikawa Ichiro said was true. Chen Zhen of Jingwumen had told him about the situation of the Yulonghui dojo.

Previously, when he was fighting against the Japanese pirate army, Chen Zhen did not follow him.

Although Chen Zhen paid great attention to the training of his muscles, bones and skin, he was just an ordinary warrior and had not practiced any horizontal training methods. If he was in a battlefield full of gunfire and bullets, he would be shot to death if he was not careful.

Therefore, in order not to drag down Zhang Zhiwei and his group, he retreated to the Black Dragon Society's dojo for refuge, and only came out again after the matter was settled.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't say anything about Chen Zhen's retreat. Although he could protect him even if he went, he would always be a burden. It would be better for everyone if they found a place to take refuge.

After the war, Zhang Zhiwei was somewhat relieved to see Chen Zhen coming out of the Black Dragon Society's dojo and not escaping in the chaos.

Because, under the circumstances at that time, if he was defeated and the Japanese pirate army surrounded him, Chen Zhen would have no chance of survival.

But Chen Zhen didn't know that he could destroy the fleet. Even in his cognition, this possibility was almost non-existent.

But even so, he did not run away, which shows his courage.

After Chen Zhen came out, in order to avoid misunderstandings, he explained to Zhang Zhiwei and his party that he could not help from outside, but if the Japanese pirates broke into the dojo, he could use the buildings in the dojo to deal with them. Killing one would make a profit, and killing two would make a huge profit.

Later, when Chen Zhen learned that Zhang Zhiwei was going to the Yulong Society's Taoist temple, he explained the situation of the Yulong Society to Zhang Zhiwei.

He also told Zhang Zhiwei that when the Hongkou Dojo was making things difficult for the Jingwu Sect, the people from the Yulong Society could not bear to see it and had stepped forward to uphold justice.

Of course, to say it was fair was actually just a few words spoken out for justice, but even so, Chen Zhen still remembered it deeply.

It was also because of Chen Zhen's words that Zhang Zhiwei did not make a big fuss when he joined the Yulong Society.

However, his coming this time was not entirely out of good intentions. Zhang Zhiwei looked into Ishikawa Ichiro's eyes. "I once killed a colonel in Liaodong. He was from your Ishikawa family. Do you know his situation?"

Colonel, Liaodong, Ishikawa family, there are not many who meet these conditions...

Ishikawa Ichiro broke out in a cold sweat instantly. Of course he knew the person Zhang Zhiwei was talking about, and they had a close relationship.

He did not dare to hide it, and said immediately: "If I am not mistaken, the little Taoist priest should be referring to Ishikawa Kawaguchi. He and I are from the same family, and can even be considered cousins."

Zhang Zhiwei lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Ishikawa Ichiro quickly explained: "But we are not the same kind of people. Our Ishikawa family only practices Buddhist swordsmanship, not killing skills. Although he bears the name of the Ishikawa family, he does not practice Buddhist swordsmanship. In fact, he has nothing to do with us anymore."

Zhang Zhiwei said: "You practice the Buddha sword, and you emphasize not being tainted by karma, but when Shichuan Hekou massacred the Liaodong village, karma became entangled with the sword tassel."

Ishikawa Ichiro was terrified and said quickly: "Although Ishikawa Kawaguchi practices the Shinken Ryu, he was once a member of the Ishikawa family after all. We are willing to atone for the evil deeds he committed."

"I know that the Tiantong Church has been expanding the resettlement area so that more poor people can have a place to live. I also want to do my part."

"In the past few years, all the profits that my Yulong Association and its affiliated chambers of commerce have earned in the Magic City over the past three years can be donated. I just hope that the young master will show mercy."

If the profit is gone, you can earn it again, as long as you are still alive and the industry is still there.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't scare him too much and nodded:
"I accept your kindness, but it's not enough. That man participated in the massacre and his crimes are too numerous to list. Killing him a thousand times is not enough. But I don't want your lives either."

"He was the aggressor in the war. Since you want to atone your sins, if a war breaks out in the future, you must stand on the side of justice and do what you should do. Do you understand what I mean?!"

Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, stretched out his hand, and patted Ishikawa Ichiro on the back: "You will do it, right?!"

He remembered that in the plot of the Tang Clan's battle against Bihe Mountain, the Ishikawa family had betrayed some information.

"I……"

Ichiro Ishikawa is not a fool. As the owner of a branch, he is considered a senior official even in the Yulong Society headquarters.

He was aware of some of Japan's actions in recent years, and it was not difficult to guess that their purpose was to get involved in China.

He also understood the meaning of the little Taoist priest's words.

But how to make a good choice in this kind of situation?

No matter how bad Japan is, it is still the land where he was born and raised...

Ishikawa Ichiro was silent.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't say anything else. He withdrew the hand that was patting his back, and a blue light flashed in the palm of his hand.

He did not use the Blue Hand to modify Ichiro Ishikawa's memory, but just made a rough assessment of the truth of his words and left a hidden hand on him.

"I believe you will make the right choice. By the way, one of my younger brothers has heard of your great name of Buddha Sword for a long time and would like to give you some advice. Please send someone to compete with him." Zhang Zhiwei said.

Ichiro Ishikawa was shocked, and subconsciously thought that his hesitation made the young master unhappy and he wanted to give him a warning.

But he didn't dare to refuse and quickly agreed.

At the same time, he continued to think about what Zhang Zhiwei had said before.

When they heard that they were going to compete with the Fish and Dragon Society's gym, Lu Ci and Lu Jin took a step forward, eager to give it a try.

Zhang Huaiyi, Wang Ai and others just watched coldly. This kind of thing usually wasn't their turn, and they were not interested in it.

But unexpectedly, Zhang Zhiwei called Wang Ai out.

"Ah, I..." Wang Ai was very surprised. How could he be involved in such a thing?

He subconsciously clenched the Hirudo in his hand and took a few steps forward.

Ishikawa Ichiro looked Wang Ai up and down. He naturally knew about this archbishop who was in charge of all the affairs of the Tiantong Church in the Magic City. However, this archbishop did not do much.

As a kendo master, Ishikawa Ichiro subconsciously looked at the knife in Wang Ai's hand. It looked a bit like a Japanese sword, but the blade was straight and the back was thick. This was a typical Tang horizontal sword, and it was also the origin of the Japanese sword. Using a Tang horizontal sword to fight against a Japanese sword, the little Taoist really wanted to beat me...

Ishikawa Ichiro thought to himself, but suddenly, his eyes became dazed, and he seemed to see the shadow under Wang Ai, rippling with ripples. In the rippling water, there were shadows, and it seemed that there were countless figures struggling and hesitating, roaring and wailing.

Ishikawa Ichiro's pupils suddenly contracted. Is this archbishop so evil?! No, that's not right. It's not the archbishop who is evil, it's the knife in his hand that is evil.

For some reason, he remembered the purpose of their Fish-Dragon Society's existence, to use the Buddha's Sword to save the Demon Sword, and the one they wanted to save was the Demon Sword Hirumaru.

However, the demon sword was reforged by Zhang Zhiwei and its appearance was completely changed, deviating from its original image. Although Ishikawa Ichiro felt it was strange, he did not recognize it.

He suppressed his uneasiness, called out several skilled fighters from the dojo, and asked Wang Ai to choose.

Wang Ai ordered one at random.

The person who was called took a deep breath, walked out, folded his hands and said:
"Ishikawa Lin, please teach me!"

Wang Ai stepped forward and said, "Please teach me!"

Then, the competition began. Ishikawa Lin took the first step. He raised his sword and stabbed straight forward.

Wang Ai did not dodge or evade, but stood where he was. At this time, he had already been endowed with the spirit of a sword, and his attainments in swordsmanship had reached the pinnacle. In his opinion, Ishikawa Lin's sword was full of flaws.

Even the sword spirit in his body was giving him feedback, saying that he was so weak that he was not worthy of practicing swordsmanship with him.

That being the case...

Wang Ai drew out his magic sword and pointed it directly at Ishikawa Lin.

In an instant, rolling blood-colored sword energy was emitted from Hirumaru's body, and like a blood wave, it pressed in front of Ishikawa Lin. Everything between heaven and earth seemed to have lost its color, leaving only the color of blood.

Ishikawa Lin stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do. Wang Ai stopped the magic sword at the center of Ishikawa Lin's brow and said with a smile:
"Accepted!"

It took Ishikawa Lin a long time to come back to his senses. He sat down on the ground, gasping for breath. The feeling just now was really frightening. He felt as if he was wrapped in a wave of blood, floating in it, unable to breathe and unable to move.

Ishikawa Ichiro, who was standing by, stared at the sword in Wang Ai's hand in disbelief and blurted out:

"This is... the demon sword Hirumaru?!"

(End of this chapter)