Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Chapter 150 Beginning

Fengtian Middle Street, outside Xiaoximen.

It's just across the street from the Japanese consulate area. Lin Suyun was on this street last time when she was captured by the Black Dragon Society's ronin.

Life is unpredictable; Lin Suyun and her companion should have arrived in the Soviet area by now.

Chen Zhan and his group walked to the junction. On one side were Chinese-style shops with three-tiered roofs, and in front of the doors stood carved wooden signs. The general stores displayed baskets, hemp ropes, and other items.

There are also two teahouses, one of which has been completely surrounded by the Kwantung Army.

It was clearly intended for a high-ranking military figure.

On the other side are Japanese-style buildings, brightly lit and uniquely styled.

The street has been cut off in the middle, and the arena has been built high, using cement and steel bars, one zhang high and ten zhang square.

The Japanese have invested heavily and seem determined to win.

Chen Zhan's eyes flashed, and he focused his gaze, noticing someone taking pictures on the second floor of a teahouse in the Japanese consulate area in the distance, a flash of light passing by.

Surprisingly, they were foreigners.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, a Westerner.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that there were more than just one person in the crowd; several fair-skinned white gentlemen were taking photos.

Groups of three or five, men and women, the men in suits and ties, the women in dresses and white blouses.

Seeing Chen Zhan leading his men over, these boxers were nothing but country bumpkins in their eyes. Dressed in gray cloth and linen, long gowns and long robes, they trained hard in the coldest and hottest winters, enduring grueling stance training. They had practiced boxing for half their lives, yet they couldn't withstand a single bullet.

Westerners are even more arrogant than the Japanese.

The Japanese have an inherent inferiority complex, otherwise they wouldn't have become increasingly perverse, while Westerners are simply arrogant to the core.

Five people, three men and two women, turned around, picked up their cameras, and snapped several photos of Chen Zhan.

Just as I was about to take another picture, *poof*...

The lights that were being used to expose the area have been turned off.

"What happened? Why did it suddenly break?" the leading man shouted angrily.

The two went forward to check and found a tiny pebble embedded in the middle, piercing through the iron mesh and penetrating the entire camera.

Chen Zhan led the man into the venue.

The Japanese arrived early.

A banner hung high, with the words "China-Japan Friendship Competition" written in black on white cloth, and a Japanese flag hung on the side, making it very eye-catching.

A weapon rack stands on the side of the table, displaying Japanese swords, wakizashi, and the eighteen traditional Chinese weapons.

However, that was just for show; this time, the rule was that weapons were not allowed.

On the left, near the Japanese consulate area, there were canvas-covered seats for Japanese officers, ronin, and two Westerners.

Chen Zhan immediately knew that this was a plan to widely report and publicize that the Japanese were determined to win.

Sitting in the middle is Mitsui Hayato.

On the left are Nobunaga Sato, and on the right are Eijiro Chiba.

Of course, Chen Zhan didn't know Chiba Eijiro, but that didn't stop him from recognizing that Chiba Eijiro was highly skilled in martial arts.

Further to both sides, there were several people dressed as samurai, typical Japanese, whose attire made them instantly recognizable.

Traditional Japanese kimonos are plain-colored with simple patterns, loose-fitting, and reveal black hair at the chest.

The hair on the front of the head is shaved, and the hair at the back is combed into a bun. This hairstyle is called "chonmage". Three of the samurai tied their hair up and rolled it into a "hachimaki" with a white cloth strip tied on their foreheads with two Japanese characters written on it.

Chen Zhan asked Ye Ningzhen beside him, "What does it say on there?"

Victory is certain.

Chen Zhan smiled.

Ha, that certainly fits the Japanese style. They love this kind of motivational stuff, but all of it combined can't compare to a simple "Ancestors above, your son is unfilial."

Upon seeing Chen Zhan arrive, Mitsui Hayato stood up to greet him.

"Mr. Chen, we meet again. As expected, the martial arts world of Fengtian will still be under your rule. That's what makes it interesting," said Mitsui Hayato. Mitsui Hayato spoke in fluent Chinese, and his white robe made him stand out conspicuously among the group of people in Japanese kimonos.

People might mistake him for a Chinese person who had infiltrated the Japanese community.

Although he was out of place among the Japanese around him, no one dared to say that he was the master of the place.

"It seems that the Japanese side, led by Lord Hayato, will have to take action personally, won't they?" Chen Zhan replied calmly, his face expressionless.

"That's for sure, but I'm afraid only Mr. Chen is worth my time here."

Zhao Yuting, standing next to Chen Zhan, was somewhat indignant, feeling that the Japanese were too arrogant. Both of them were over thirty years old and naturally disagreed.

However, with Huo Diange beside him, he dared not speak first.

Soon, Mitsui Hayato also noticed Huo Diange.

"Mr. Huo is here too? That's quite rare. I remember you generously offering your guidance when I came to Tianjin to challenge various masters two years ago." Mitsui Hayato's words were polite, but they carried a hint of provocation.

Zhao Yuting was surprised that his master knew this person. He looked at Huo Diange and saw that Huo Diange's expression was rather unpleasant.

"Mr. Mitsui, it's a pleasure to meet you here."

His tone was calm, but a hint of surprise could be heard; he hadn't expected that the Japanese side would be hosting the match with Mitsui Hayato.

Two years ago, Mitsui Hayato did visit the Sanwu Martial Arts Academy. At that time, Zhao Yuting and Sun Yulong happened to be in the south, and the other party injured several disciples almost instantly.

And he specifically named Li Shuwen as his challenger!
He naturally wanted to teach him a lesson, but when they clashed, he discovered that Mitsui Hayato's martial arts skills were terrifyingly high. Despite being more than ten years older than his opponent, he was at a disadvantage.

Finally, they used desperate moves from the Eight Extremes stance to barely manage a draw.

At the time, it seemed that Mitsui Hayato still had energy to spare.

Two years have passed, and Mitsui Hayato has traveled all over the country. His arrogant personality has somehow prevented him from being beaten to death.
"I look forward to facing Mr. Huo again." Mitsui Hayato's eyes were burning with determination.
But Chen Zhan interrupted him, "Lord Hayato, why don't you fight me first? Uncle Huo is an elder. You have to take things one step at a time."

Upon hearing this, Mitsui Hayato took a few steps forward.

He leaned close to Chen Zhan and whispered in his ear, "It doesn't matter, we're all going to die anyway."

Chen Zhan smiled upon hearing this: "Has Lord Hayato gotten married?"

Mitsui Hayato was taken aback, unsure why this was being brought up, but still smiled and replied, "I am devoted to martial arts and have no interest in worldly affairs."

"Don't the Japanese value having descendants? Wouldn't such a large business like the Mitsui family be wasted?"

Hayato Mitsui was fluent in Chinese, and the two people behind him, Nobunaga Sato and Eijiro Chiba, also understood Chinese, but they didn't immediately understand what he meant.

Only Mitsui Hayato burst into laughter.

"Mr. Chen is very good with words; I hope he can be just as good on stage."

Chen Zhan stopped arguing with him and walked to the side of the table. The life-and-death contracts were laid out one by one, with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and red clay seals. He was well prepared.

"The life-and-death contract, it must be real, right?" Chen Zhan looked at Mitsui Hayato. It wasn't unusual for Japanese people to break their word.

Mitsui Hayato led his men over: "Of course, a duel is about life and death. If you don't kill, that's just a performance. What do you think?"

“That makes sense. Lord Hayato is very thoughtful. He even went so far as to contact Western journalists. He really leaves no way out.”

Although Chen Zhan disliked Westerners, this move was actually beneficial to his side in this particular setting.

At the very least, Westerners also look down on the Japanese, so they will report fairly.

“Martial arts competitions are all about fairness and justice, and I have always respected the spirit of Bushido,” said Mitsui Hayato.

Chen Zhan looked at the life-and-death contracts on the table again. There were sixteen in total, and in principle, each side should send eight people.

Pick up the pen, sign your four names, and press your fingerprints.

"What do you mean by this, Your Excellency?" Sato Nobunaga asked, puzzled.

"I've read the competition rules carefully. They don't say that each person can only participate once. Can't I fight more people if I want to?" Chen Zhan said with a smile.

"Can"

"It's alright, you Japanese can do as you please, I don't mind a war of attrition."

Nobunaga Sato wanted to say more, but was stopped by Hayato Mitsui, who said, "It's alright, if Mr. Chen is willing, I'll give him ten of them."

(End of this chapter)