My wife is Invincible East

Zhu Moye suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped Hosokawa Masamoto on the back of the head. His body, which had not yet stabilized, was shot out like a cannonball, knocking over several stalls. His face hit the ground with a bang and rubbed against the ground for more than ten meters before stopping.

A ten-meter-long blood trail was dragged on the ground.

There was a brief silence among the crowd, followed by cheers that reached the sky.

"Hahaha! Good job! Beat that bastard to death!"

"Young Master is truly amazing! He must be the legendary hero!"

"The Ming Dynasty is mighty, long live the Ming Dynasty. Anyone who offends the Ming Dynasty will be punished no matter how far away they are!"

……

The crowd, who had originally thought they would see Zhu Moye's blood splattered everywhere, had already closed their eyes in pain, but they did not expect such a shocking reversal to occur in just a short breath.

The ability to instantly topple over at such an extreme distance and still maintain its tilt is simply not something that the human skeleton can do.

Only Shang Ming, Long Yi and others were not surprised at all. This was the result of Zhu Moye's ten years of physical training.

After training the skin, tendons, and bones, the resulting sublimation is enough to surpass the limits of the human body and allow one to perform all kinds of incredible postures.

"The legendary face brake, I've really learned something new today."

Zhu Moye walked up to Hosokawa Masamoto with a smile on his face, stepped on his back and stopped him from getting up.

The next second, he spoke in a sinister and cold voice: "Bastard, when you hit my Daming girl, did you ever think that her face would hurt?"

"Uh... ha... how dare you do this to me... do you know who my father is?"

Masamoto Hosokawa felt as if his face was burning, and there was a piercing pain. He wanted to curse, but when he opened his mouth, the wound was torn, and he immediately swallowed the curse words back in pain.

In desperation, he resorted to the most classic method of relying on his dad!

When Zhu Moye heard this, he was slightly stunned, and then he burst out laughing, his chest sticking to his back.

During the Chenghua period, there were actually people who wanted to compete with me for a father?

Isn’t this guy a rip-off?

While Zhu Moye was laughing wildly, Hosokawa Masamoto quickly climbed up with a face full of shame and anger. Although he was now very angry, he could not show it on his face.

In the collision just now, his face hit the ground and his straight nose had completely collapsed. Blood was flowing from his nose, and it was obvious that the bridge of his nose was broken.

The skin on both sides of his face was bloody due to the intense friction. It would probably take at least a year or two to heal. Even if it healed, it would probably leave shocking scars.

Feeling the monster-like looks coming from all directions, Hosokawa Masamoto roared hysterically, drew his sword and pointed it at Zhu Moye, who was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face, and said fiercely, "You despicable villain, you actually used a vicious trick to attack me. This is not the behavior of a samurai. I will duel with you! I will kill you head-on and wash away my humiliation!"

"cut!"

A burst of boos erupted, and everyone looked at him with disdain.

It seems that this guy used the same trick to deal with the butcher just now. Why didn’t I see him talk about the way of the warrior at that time?

As the saying goes, a man has no shame, and a tree has no bark. Hosokawa Masamoto didn't know if it was because his skin was worn off, but he turned a deaf ear to the nearly a thousand disdainful boos and didn't get as furious as before!

Hosokawa Masamoto's eyes were sinister, and he said coldly, "Bet the dignity of the Great Japanese Empire and the Ming Dynasty and challenge me in a duel. Do you dare?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Moye stopped laughing, looked at him with a hint of amusement, and said jokingly, "Just you?"

Hearing such disregarding words, Hosokawa Masamoto's breathing became hot and rapid. With a hoarse voice, he said stiffly, "Only me!"

Zhu Moye curled his lips, stretched out his index finger and twitched it a few times, then said calmly, "I'll give you three moves."

"idiot!"

The anger that Hosokawa Masamoto had suppressed for so long erupted completely. He glared with his eyes and shouted with all his might, then stomped his right foot hard and shot out like a bullet.

However, in the blink of an eye, he was less than three meters away from Zhu Moye.

Just when Zhu Moye was about to use the same trick to make him fall flat on his face again, Hosokawa Masamoto's body in mid-air suddenly dissipated like smoke and disappeared.

"Ninjutsu?"

Zhu Moye's pupils shrank slightly. This method was not the first time he had seen it. He had killed several Japanese ninjas while carrying out missions in his later life.

"later!"

boom!

A muffled sound was heard, and Masamoto Hosokawa's eyes, wide as an ox, appeared in the air, and a white palm hit his chest.

The reason why the God of Killing is called the God of Killing is that he has seen many methods and there is absolutely nothing he cannot break!

"puff……"

Blood mist flew everywhere. Hosokawa Masamoto was injured internally by the light backhand palm strike. He murmured in disbelief, "How could Japanese ninjutsu... be broken so easily..."

Zhu Moye sneered, "It's just a trivial skill derived from the Heavenly Dynasty's Qimen Dunjia. You still want to defeat the authentic martial arts of the Heavenly Dynasty? How ridiculous."

Hosokawa Masamoto looked as pale as death. He had gambled the dignity of the Great East Japan Empire, but he couldn't withstand a single blow. He was immediately filled with despair.

The only way now was to commit suicide by seppuku to avoid bringing shame to Japan. Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his hand around, grabbed the knife, and stabbed it into his abdomen!

"Master Smart Maru! Yameloo!"

There are still three chapters to go, let’s eat first…

Chapter 26 Extreme humiliation!

When Masamoto Hosokawa heard this voice, his hands paused slightly.

However, he only paused for a moment, then he made up his mind and thrust it in again!

呲!

The blade entered the flesh and blood splattered everywhere!

But the pain he had imagined did not come. He tried to stab down hard but could not move it at all. Hosokawa Masamoto opened his eyes in shock, but saw an old man with an angry face holding the blade tightly, with blood flowing.

"Baga! Coward!"

The old man looked angry at the boy's lack of fighting spirit and felt sorry for his misfortune. He shouted a curse and then, with the sound of wind and thunder, slapped Hosokawa Masamoto in the face with his other hand.

His face was already scratched, and after being slapped like this, the piercing pain went straight into his heart, and Masamoto Hosokawa immediately became much more sober.

He loosened his grip, dropped the katana to the ground, and said with his head down, "I'm sorry, Ono-kun, I've brought shame to the Great Japanese Empire."

The old man in black, Hosokawa Ono, ignored the wound on his hand and said bitterly, "Master Congmingmaru, please do not forget the mission you shoulder! If we fail to complete the task entrusted to us by the Daimyo, even if we die as a token of our guilt, we will not be able to face the martyrs of the Hosokawa family in the underworld!"

Hosokawa Masamoto's face was filled with shame. He bent his waist and bowed, saying, "Hey! Thank you, Ono-kun, for reminding me. Otherwise, I would have made a big mistake."

Zhu Moye watched from the side, frowning slightly. This Ono-kun's body movements and speed were really weird. He jumped from more than 20 meters away in just a breath.

It's really not weak. I guess it's almost the same as Long Yi, Long Er and Long San.

You have to know that these three people are geniuses carefully selected by me over the past ten years. They can choose and use the secret library of the imperial family at will, and their resources are much better than those of ordinary martial arts masters.

At the age of twenty-something, he would be at least a master on the same level as Zuo Lengchan and Ren Woxing in the martial arts world.

Judging from the force displayed by Hosokawa Ono, this arrogant and domineering Japanese devil probably has a very powerful background.

After all, Japan is just an island country, so small that a master of Ren Woxing's level is almost a national treasure.

Could it be the legendary descendant of the emperor?

Zhu Moye pondered for a few seconds, searched his memory and shook his head. According to historical records, there seemed to be no emperor named Congmingmaru in Japan.

Moreover, during the shogunate period, the emperor was just a figurehead and had no much power at all. Simply put, he was just a belief.

It is absolutely impossible for him to come to the great Ming Dynasty and act wildly.

I can't think of it, what's the best way?

That is to ask, but asking politely for advice from a Japanese devil is not Zhu Moye's style.

His style is to force!

After Hosokawa Ono and Hosokawa Masamoto chatted for a while, Ono-kun planned to take Hosokawa Masamoto away.

Before leaving, Hosokawa Masamoto dared to glare at Zhu Moye fiercely, as if he wanted to memorize his appearance and wait for an opportunity to take revenge!

As the saying goes, if you don't seek death, you won't die. Even if they didn't seek death, Zhu Moye would still make them die.

Seeing them preparing to flee, Zhu Moye curled his lips slightly, saying playfully, "It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Two friends have come here as guests. If we just leave like this, won't the barbarians laugh at us for being a nation of etiquette?"

Having said this, he paused for a moment, then raised his arms high and shouted, "Brothers and sisters from Shijiazhuang, don't you agree?"

Shang Ming tried hard to suppress his laughter. Although this evil prince's methods were evil, his actions were always surprising. He tortured and humiliated people to the point of committing suicide, and still refused to let them leave.

What's even more shameless is that he clearly regards the other party as an enemy, but he quotes the words of saints to suppress others, elevates himself to the highest moral point, and implicitly satirizes that the Japanese are barbarians. At this time, he is even inciting the masses to make fun of these two Japanese.

He couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for these two people. Why did they offend the crown prince of the Celestial Empire?

Not to mention that they are people of great origin in Japan, if they offend the prince in front of them, even the emperor will die here.

Zhu Moye's words were responded to immediately. The crowd, which had just quieted down, suddenly burst into laughter. They were amused by the young man's tactics and they all enthusiastically displayed their verbal skills.

"That's right! Our Ming Dynasty is a country of etiquette. Following the teachings of Confucius, we must treat our friends with hospitality and make them feel like home!"

"Haha, that's absolutely right. Two friends from afar, why don't you come to my shop and have a bowl of hot shit? It's free!"

"Oh, you're so mean! Chinese culture is vast and profound. How could two Japanese friends possibly understand what "rexiang" means? If you want to come, come to our school of philosophy. I'll definitely let you experience the taste of a library of Yameidie."

……

Masamoto Hosokawa listened to the countless seemingly enthusiastic but actually unbearable taunts and ridicules around him, and he was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead. If it weren't for Ono-kun holding him back, he would have gone on a killing spree without caring about the consequences!

An old man like Hosokawa Ono, who had experienced the vicissitudes of life for most of his life and had excellent cultivation and self-cultivation, was now being mocked like a mouse by thousands of people. His face was as pale as a candle and he was very angry.

He looked at Zhu Moye, who was obviously the leader, suppressed his anger, bowed deeply, and said, "I'm sorry, my young master has a bad temper and offended you. I apologize to you on your behalf!"

Standing up, a trace of anger flashed in Hosokawa Ono's turbid old eyes. He was sixty years old and actually bowed to a young boy. However, the situation was stronger than him, and now he had to bow his head.

Seeing that Zhu Moye didn't reply, Ono-kun's voice became a little stiffer, and he uttered a few words dryly: "Please make way!"

Zhu Moye smiled slightly, walked up and patted Ono-kun on the shoulder, and said softly: "Want to leave? No problem, as long as you agree to my conditions, you can leave at any time."

Ono-kun's face lit up with joy. Any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem. He quickly asked, "Please tell me what I can do. I will definitely complete it!"

A cunning light suddenly appeared in Zhu Moye's cold eyes. Without answering, he walked to the sewage bucket next to the noodle stall and kicked it over, spilling the stinky noodles all over the floor.

"Didn't you just say that the noodles this girl cooked were like mud? Lick up all those muddy leftovers on the ground for me!"

There are two more chapters, don't go away,

Chapter 27: You are not worthy of competing with your father!

Hosokawa Ono, who had been holding back and not wanting to cause any trouble, suddenly turned pale and looked unsightly.

If he was asked to break Hosokawa Masamoto's hand directly, he might have gritted his teeth and agreed, and it would not be too late to settle the accounts after completing the task.

But this is already a naked humiliation to them.

"Your Excellency, you are going too far. Is this how the Celestial Empire treats its foreign friends?"

Hosokawa Ono's voice was low, with a slight cold light in his eyes. No matter how well-educated he was, he would lose his temper when faced with such an aggressive attitude.

"What a joke! A nation of propriety only treats foreign friends who are truly subservient to the Ming Dynasty, yet he acts like a tyrant under the emperor's feet, causing widespread resentment among the people. Not only does he kill people in the streets, he also rapes decent women!"

Zhu Moye sneered repeatedly, his voice stern: "Who is going too far?!"

Long Yi, Shang Ming and the other three, who knew his temper well, would definitely take action when they saw Zhu Moye's attitude. They all took a few steps forward and surrounded Hosokawa Masamoto and Hosokawa Ono. The bloodthirsty aura on their bodies suddenly burst out, so dense that it made Hosokawa Masamoto's face turn pale and he almost couldn't breathe.

Hosokawa Ono felt the aura of the four people, his face became extremely solemn, and a layer of hot sweat seeped out of his palms.

The aura of these people is no weaker than his, especially the feminine old man in the lead, whose aura is like that of a wild beast in the wilderness, with surging and continuous energy.

Although he was in Japan, he had some understanding of the general situation in the world. There were only two masters of his level in Japan, himself and the old man from the Yamana family.

Even in the Ming Dynasty, which had a vast territory and abundant resources, there would definitely not be too many.

Three of them suddenly appeared, and there was even a stronger one. What was even more terrifying was that these four people were led by the young man who had no internal energy fluctuations, and were obviously his slaves.

This person dares to be so aggressive and is not afraid of causing diplomatic problems. It is obvious that he is a person with powerful background.

When things got to this point, Hosokawa Ono also felt a sense of powerlessness.

He turned around and glared at Hosokawa Masamoto fiercely.

How could a son be such a fool when his father was so talented and wise? He didn't even know how to restrain himself in other people's territory.

Hosokawa Ono suddenly felt that the future of this mission was bleak.

"I can't stand it! Ono-kun, how dare they bully the Japanese like this? Kill them all!"