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

Chapter 152 Sticking to the Mountain!
Chen Zhan's expression was not good, and those around him noticed as well. "Sect Leader, what's wrong?"

"The Japanese are really twisted. They threaten to commit suicide if they lose, and those Japanese merchants are actually cheering them on. It's unbelievable."

He couldn't think of a way to describe it for a while.

Chen Zhan shook his head and didn't say anything.

The perversion of the Yamato people lies in their top-down brainwashing, which makes them genuinely believe that their acts of aggression are not problematic, and even righteous and benevolent.

And they were willing to give their lives for it.

This is very abnormal.

The War of Resistance against Japan was difficult, and that's part of the difficulty—the Japanese used every means possible.

As the people were carried away, Zhao Yuting did not get down, but instead looked at the Japanese side with a somewhat provocative expression.

Mitsui Hayato opened his eyes and whispered to Sato Nobunaga beside him, "Wasn't that big oaf just now the one who defeated you?"

Nobunaga Sato shook his head firmly: "Absolutely not. Although the figures are similar, their martial arts are not on the same level. That person is many times better than that old bear."

"Ha, we've swept through three times, killing countless bandits and horsemen, but we still haven't found him. But how could someone who practices martial arts miss such a grand event?"

"Continue to probe."

"Yes."

Sato Nobunaga was also puzzled. After killing Major General Fujiwara outside Lushun City that day, he was bombarded by artillery fire and forced into a desperate situation. After that, he disappeared without a trace.

Did they leave Northeast China?
But that person was too arrogant and didn't seem like he would be afraid.

Chen Zhan said to Huo Diange, "Uncle Huo, be careful. There are experts in Japan. If Brother Zhao is not able to defeat them, don't force yourself."

Huo Diange nodded, stood up and took a few steps forward to the edge of the arena, saying, "Yuting, don't push yourself."

Zhao Yuting replied, "The other side still has six people. If they use their Transformation Realm skills, I will immediately concede defeat."

Although he was somewhat arrogant, he wasn't stupid. Chen Zhan had already pointed out that the three Japanese men in the middle were all at the 'Unity Realm'.

If it's three people attacking, he can admit defeat in time; if it's someone else attacking, he can handle it.

Seeing that Zhao Yuting insisted, Huo Diange stopped trying to stop him.

Mitsui Hayato glanced at it and laughed, "Give him a lesson."

Nobunaga Sato nodded and said to those behind him, "Kurobuchi-kun."

"Hey!"

The black-clad warrior behind him stood up, a black bandage covering his mouth and nose. His gaze was somewhat vacant, but his demeanor was sharp and fierce, like a warrior who obeyed orders completely.

Although he was dressed the same as everyone else, he did not carry a knife.

He got up and walked to the stage, quickly stopping in his place.

"Jiahe Heiyuan, come up."

"Zhao Yuting!"

They clasped their hands in a fist salute, neither admitting defeat.
Zhao Yuting acted swiftly, wanting to strike while the iron was hot. He wanted to win one more battle after another, to save face for the Bajiquan sect.

His Bajiquan kung fu is indeed incredibly powerful and fierce. Moreover, Bajiquan has no purely defensive moves; even if it does, they are only for counter-attacks.

Zhao Yuting launched a close-quarters, rapid attack, taking advantage of the limited distance and danger involved, actively closing the gap to Jiahe Heiyuan.

Bajiquan employs small, rapid footwork techniques such as the "rushing step" and "following step" to seize the gaps between the opponent's punches and kicks, instantly rushing to within arm's length and unleashing punches and elbows simultaneously.

Jiahe Heiyuan clenched his fist to block, but the punch was loose and seemed to have little force. However, Zhao Yuting did not let his guard down. Although he was kind-hearted, he was very cautious.

With the left fist in front and the right elbow behind, a closed stance is formed.

"Bang~"

As expected, when they faced off, Zhao Yuting felt that the power and strength of his punch were superior to his opponent's. Even if that loose fist didn't break, it would still be beaten back step by step.

That's absolutely true!
Jiahe Heiyuan was knocked back three or four steps, but remained expressionless. Zhao Yuting did not give him a chance to catch his breath, followed up with another punch, this time using a grabbing hand to deflect the punch while simultaneously stepping closer and using a top elbow strike to attack his ribs.

With an elbow striking his ribs, a cracking sound of bones breaking immediately rang out. Zhao Yuting was overjoyed; his ribs were broken and unlikely to heal in a short time, meaning defeat was inevitable.

But he suddenly lost his senses, stumbled, and took a half step back.

A dark shadow rushed in. Jiahe Heiyuan, dressed in black, charged forward without regard for anything else, unleashing a series of claw attacks, all aimed at the most vulnerable and vital points such as the perineum, the crown of the head, and the Baihui acupoint.

Zhao Yuting was still unaware of what was happening when he suddenly noticed that the other person's fingers were jet black, with a shimmering glow emanating from their fingernails.

He had a bad feeling, because he already knew how he had fallen for it.

When the opponent punches, they don't clench their fists tightly; instead, they clench them loosely to conceal the poison in their fingers and nails.

He didn't know if it was a foul. The rules prohibited the use of weapons, but there were no clear regulations regarding the poison hidden on his fingers. Even if it was a foul, there was no referee, and he couldn't rely on anyone else in a life-or-death situation.

The thought flashed through my mind, and my arm was already grazed several times by the opponent's claws, leaving my hand and arm glowing black.

Zhao Yuting didn't know how the Japanese could be so good at poisoning and yet remain oblivious to it. Perhaps they had taken the antidote beforehand. He felt dizzy and his thoughts were becoming sluggish.

His last thought was to quickly shake off his opponent, jump off the stage, and admit defeat, otherwise he would surely die in this poisoned state.

This was the last straw; visibility was blurry, and there were still more than ten meters to the edge of the ring. If they tried to retreat, they would definitely not make it back; they had no choice but to take a gamble.

Stick close to the mountain!
The "Mountain-Leaning" move is the treasure of the Bajiquan lineage. This move is learned from the very beginning, and its power varies with each stage, from Ming Jin (manifest strength) to An Jin (hidden strength), Hua Jin (transformation strength), and even Bao Dan (embracing the elixir).

Zhao Yuting practiced this move his whole life, and even if he died, he would use up all his skills.

The two were too close, so he took several steps back. Jiahe Heiyuan followed closely. Zhao Yuting turned to the side and waited until Jiahe Heiyuan was very close. He used his shoulders, back, and hips as the power points and combined them with a "bumping step". He kicked his back foot forward and his body rammed forward.

By using the tightness of the shoulders and back, and leaning against it with brute force, it feels as if a heavy mountain is collapsing or Mount Tai is pressing down on you, hence the name "leaning against the mountain".

The desperate move paid off.

To everyone's astonishment, Jia Heiyuan clenched his palms on Zhao Yuting's shoulder blades, his black fingers like flesh, drawing blood. But Zhao Yuting's sudden lean also sent him 'blowing' into his arms. This 'lean' was his last move, and it was undeniably fierce.

A figure exploded!

Even so, Kaguya Heiyuan still refused to let go, forcefully pulling Zhao Yuting's flesh and blood away, creating a cloud of blood mist.

Kotsurugi Kuroichi's sternum had completely collapsed, and he was no longer moving.

But Zhao Yuting also suffered a terrible defeat, a Pyrrhic victory.

Huo Diange led him off the stage. He could no longer stand. His arms were covered in black fluorescent light, and there were eight bloody claw marks on the front and back of his shoulder blades, extending from his neck to his upper arm.

The bleeding just wouldn't stop!
If the bleeding isn't stopped and the wound isn't stitched up quickly, the right arm will be lost.

Traditional Chinese medicine cannot treat this type of external injury.

Fortunately, the Northeast Army had made arrangements, and he was immediately carried away on a stretcher.

After this incident, discerning people knew that the Japanese had used underhanded tactics, but the onlookers couldn't see it.

Huo Diange was naturally aware of this, but after exchanging a few words with Chen Zhan, he could only suppress his anger.

Chen Zhan remained unmoved. Let alone something without explicit rules, even if he had secretly used some hidden weapons, poison, or lime, there was no reasoning with him.

The martial arts competition was nominally a friendly exchange between China and Japan. If anyone actually thinks it's a "friendly exchange," then ordinary people are simply ignorant. If the boxers think that way, then the competition should be restarted. They should be more careful in their next life.

If Zhao Yuting had attacked with deadly force from the start, the opponent would have been seriously injured by the first elbow strike, with no chance to injure him further, and the poisoning would not have been so severe.

They fought the Japanese in a ring, but dared not use their full strength; this outcome was considered good.

After a moment of uproar, the onlookers fell silent.

From their perspective, they didn't know who won or lost; there was no one to announce it, and no referee.

After only a short while, another person appeared.

Gong Ruomei looked around, then stepped onto the stage.

Many people below recognized her, including the generals of the Northeast Army, who were even more familiar with her. After all, Gong Baotian had a high reputation in the army, and many of the older generation of generals had exchanged martial arts skills with him. The current young marshal also had a deep impression of Gong Baotian.

When he was a child, Gong Baotian demonstrated his skill of "missing the target with a gun" at the Marshal's Mansion.

He could shoot from within ten meters, but no matter how he shot, he couldn't hit Gong Baotian. He was regarded as a god by many maids and old women who didn't know martial arts.

It also left a deep impression on the young commander.

In terms of age, Gong Ruomei was about the same age as him, but Gong Ruomei was not yet qualified to be his childhood playmate. Moreover, the old marshal was fighting everywhere and traveling around, so he had only seen Gong Ruomei a few times.

"The old master's daughter, I heard she's quite skilled in kung fu, and she personally killed Ma San, who betrayed his master and ancestors?" he asked Yu Zhihao beside him.

"Young Marshal, Miss Gong's martial arts skills are indeed superb. She may not be as good as the old master, but she is not far off."

The young man nodded. Previously, when the higher-ups went to watch the Japanese exercises, they would come back and say that the young Japanese fighters were extremely skilled, and that Mitsui Hayato was terrifying.

But he didn't understand martial arts and didn't know how terrifying it was. Thinking back on it, he asked again, "How does it compare to that Mitsui Hayato from Japan?"

Yu Zhihao was embarrassed. He didn't want to boost the other person's prestige, but he couldn't possibly lie to the man in front of him.

"This is difficult to compare."

"Why can't we compare them? There's no first place in literature, but there's a second in martial arts. You've trained and seen them fight, so why don't you dare to make a judgment?"

"Hehe, if you don't understand, call Uncle Wu up. We can watch the fight together. He's never seen Mitsui Hayato make a move before."

"it is good."

Yu Zhihao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned around and went downstairs.

If he were to say that Gong Ruomei was no match for the Japanese, the veteran generals here would be unhappy, but they couldn't lie to him, so this is a predicament.

The young marshal's trip was precedent-based, so the security at the three-story teahouse was extremely tight, with guards every step and sentries every two steps, and gunmen at all distances filling the entire Zhongjie Street.

Fortunately, they didn't come to inspect the Japanese consulate area, otherwise Chen Zhan's arrangements might have run into serious problems.

However, the Northeast Army didn't dare to do that, as their entry into the Japanese consular district provided them with a pretext to cause trouble.

Yu Zhihao went down to the second floor, where an old man with black hair and white beard was sitting in the corner of the balcony. He was wearing coarse linen clothes and eating pastries, watching the duel in the arena with great interest.

The old man was very slovenly; he didn't even care if he got pastries on his beard.

But Yu Zhihao knew the other party's identity and respectfully went over: "Old Wu, the young marshal is calling for you."

The old man clapped his hands, brushed off the pastry crumbs, and got up to go upstairs with Yu Zhihao.

Yu Zhihao made way for the old man, letting him sit in his previous seat. The old man sat there loosely, looking just like a sixty-year-old.
"Hanqing, what do you want?"

Ordinary people wouldn't dare call him by that name. The old man was only known outside, in front of these generals. If he were in the mansion, he would be called "Little Six".

This is a family tradition; he has been on brotherly terms with the commander since childhood, and his martial arts skills are unfathomable.

"You know Grandmaster Gong's daughter, right?"

"That girl? I know her. I've met her a few times when we were little."

"How's your martial arts?" When speaking to the old man, the accent became more pronounced, and the tone was no longer serious.

"Martial arts skills? They're passable. Compared to her father, they're lacking, but for her age, they're alright."

He didn't ask Mitsui Hayato, because the old man had never seen Mitsui Hayato make a move.

But he didn't know that top experts could sense things with just a glance without even making a move.

Gong Ruomei has already made her move.

(End of this chapter)