On the day of the competition, there were crowds of people outside the Shanghai Beach Stadium, and there were endless people.

The competition arena is a wide platform in the center of the stadium. The surface is paved with hundreds of hard stone slabs per meter square, and the inside is cast with steel and cement. The surroundings of the platform are opened by cordons, and a row of patrolmen in the police room are guarding back and forth.

The empty space on the outer side of the cordon is a place for ordinary people to watch the battle. The venue that is enough to accommodate two thousand people is already surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, all of which are people who come to watch the competition.

Around the platform are VIP private rooms three or four stories high, without having to crowd with everyone else, condescending without affecting the viewing vision, which is the choice of most powerful and wealthy people.

From time to time, you can see the figures of blonde and blue-eyed foreigners from the windowsill extending from the private room. The competition has a profound impact. Not only are the powerful and powerful people from all over the beach present, but some of the representatives of envoys from various countries have also come to watch the battle.

"Here you! Come!" Suddenly, bursts of noise came from the crowd, but people from Jingwu Sect arrived outside the venue, and everyone rushed up.

"Owner Huo, this time I must give the Japanese some greatness and let them know how powerful we Chinese are."

"Master Chen, I believe you will definitely win..." Everyone said in a verbal way, with all their eyes full of ardent hope.

Nong Jinsun hurriedly walked up to stop the abortion, "Thank you for your concern. Don't worry, our Jingwu Sect will definitely do its best this time to win the competition."

"Give it, let it go..." A group of disciples from Jingwu Sect were able to squeeze out the surging crowds. Zhang Xinyi followed Huo Tingen and Chen Zhen to the spot reserved for Jingwu Sect on one side of the competition venue. When he saw that there were dense heads around, all of whom cheered for Jingwu Sect.

After a while, the sounds around him suddenly became quiet, and then the crowd began to whisper.

"Look! The Japanese are here."

"Damn Japanese dog, he is still so arrogant in China..."

The Japanese entered the field under the escort of the army. The spear and bayonet exuded a terrifying metallic luster. The leader was a tall, flat-headed man who made a throat-cutting gesture towards the people of Jingwu Sect.

"It's Fujita Takashi." Huo Tingen leaned into Chen Zhen's ear and said.

Chen Zhen nodded, glanced over the other party's participating team, and suddenly his eyes trembled and his momentum changed suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Huo Tingen and Chen Zhen were most familiar with each other and immediately discovered his changes.

"It's Fungo Fungo, the head coach of the Black Dragon Association, Photon's uncle, and also the number one martial arts master in Japan." Chen Zhen's eyes shot straight at an old man in a kimono opposite. Fungo Fungo sensed his gaze and nodded slightly at Chen Zhen to indicate.

"You two know each other?" Huo Tingen saw the interaction between them.

Chen Zhen said bitterly: "Mr. Funchetsu is not like other Japanese. He is an upright martial artist and takes care of me a lot in Japan. I just can't figure out why he participated in this competition."

After a little silence, Chen Zhen suddenly looked up and said resolutely: "When the competition is later, I will fight with Mr. Chuanyue, please!"

Chen Zhen knew that this competition was not his voluntary battle, but it was also about the image of the country. He could not act voluntarily in order to win, but he had to ask Funjo Fumi in person no matter what.

Huo Tingen patted his shoulder with knowledge and said, "Don't worry about the competition, leave the rest to us. What's more, you are not wrong. Since Fungo Fumio is the best Japanese master, it would be more appropriate to give it to you who has the strongest martial arts among us."

Zhang Xinyi also smiled and said, "Don't win too quickly, give me a chance to play."

Chen Zhen nodded gratefully.

At this time, Nong Jinsun attracted a disciple of the Jingwu Sect next to him and ordered: "Abiao, go and ask who the third Japanese person was."

The three Japanese players who participated in the competition have already taken the seat. Except for Takashi Fujita and Fumio Fumio, the third person is a young man with a deep look like a deep pool, holding a three-foot long knife in his arms.

A Biao nodded and left, and came back to report later: "Uncle Nong, I have found out clearly. This person is Miyamoto Saiki. It is said that he is a new master of the young generation of the Japanese Black Dragon Association. He came from Japan to participate in this competition."

Nong Jinsun asked, "How is his kung fu?"

A Biao shook his head and said, "I don't know that this man has never competed in public. He only knows that his weapon is the long sword in his hand."

Chen Zhen suddenly interrupted, "If I guess correctly, this Miyamoto Saiki is probably using a sword technique called "Yanhui". It is said that it was created by the swordsman Kojiro Sasaki in the Warring States Period in Japan. It is practiced to reach the highest level and can cut down the swallows flying in the sky. It is amazingly powerful. You must be careful."

"How about Tingen, can you deal with it?" Nong Jinsun asked quickly after hearing this.

Huo Tingen said confidently, "Uncle Nong, don't worry, I have confidence. The Huo family's sword technique is just right for the Japanese swordsmanship..."

At the same time, Fujita Takashi tilted his head and asked someone next to him: "Did you find out who that person is?"

"Yes." A Japanese officer saluted and stood up straight and replied, "It has been found that this person's name is Zhang Xinyi. He suddenly went to Jingwu Sect with Chen Zhen a month ago. The origin is a mystery. However, according to our insider, this person has only practiced martial arts for a month."

"Baga!" Fujita Takara suddenly grabbed his clothes and lifted it up, "You said that a person from the Jingwu Sect who had only practiced for a month came to participate in the competition."

"The subordinates... are incompetent, because this person is like a person who appears out of thin air. No matter how our people look up, we can't find out his origin."

"Why are you so nervous? Are you afraid of losing to him? But I heard that You are the number one martial arts master of our Japanese Army Department in China." Fumio Fumio next to him showed a sarcastic smile on his lips and laughed.

"Hmph! Mr. Chuanyue, I wonder if you have ever heard an old Chinese saying, "Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles." I will never allow any accidents in this competition that concerns my Japanese Empire's Asian strategy." Fujita pushed the Japanese officer away, staring at Fumio Chuanyue with his eyes as if he was a falcon. "But you said nothing wrong with that. I will definitely win this competition."

"That's good." Fumio Fumio retreated his gaze and entered into meditation like an old monk. "The competition is about to begin, so you should adjust your state first."

Fujita Takashi snorted coldly, and sat in his seat, closing his eyes to rest.

The competition was approaching, and the scene was still in chaos. The chaotic scene gradually calmed down with the loud scolding of the patrolmen.

An old Chinese man dressed in an official and gentry walked onto the competition arena and bowed, saying, "I am honored to host this competition between China and Japan. The two participating companies in this competition are the Shanghai Jingwumen Sports Federation and the Japanese Black Dragon Association Hongkou Dojo in China. Let us thank the two companies for their participation."

After the sound was enlarged by the microphone, thousands of people in the audience could hear it clearly, and applause suddenly burst into thunder.

The old man on the host paused and continued: "Although this competition is held in line with the spirit of friendly exchanges between the Chinese and Japanese martial arts circles, the sword is eyeless, and there will inevitably be accidental injuries in the game later. Therefore, both sides have signed a life-and-death case in advance. Any death or injury cannot be pursued. Do both sides have any objections?"

Seeing that no one on the court raised objections, the host nodded with satisfaction and announced loudly: "Since that's the case, I will read out the rules of the game. Jingwumen and Hongkou Dojo compete in a total of three games. The winner of the first two games is the final winner. Both sides of the competition fall out of the ring, admit defeat, or die to lose. Okay! Now the competition has officially begun!"

There is no fixed number of battles in this competition. The order of battle is that each side will give one person first, while the other side will select personnel to fight.

"Then, let me leave the first game to me!" Fumio Fumio suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly.

Fumio Fumio got out of the scene and slowly walked onto the ring under the gaze of everyone's attention.

On the other side, Chen Zhen nodded to Huo Tingen and Zhang Xinyi, and leaped onto the ring with a light run.

"Young man, we're meeting again." On the ring, Fumio Fumio took off his coat and clogs and put it aside, and said slowly.

Chen Zhen shook his head and said, "I just don't understand why Mr. Chuanyue wants to participate in this competition?"

Fumio Fumio was moving his muscles and said, "Although I can't stand some of their practices, I am also from the Black Dragon Society after all, and I can't help but refuse it from both emotion and reason, and I also want to see the determination of the Chinese."

"Determination?" Chen Zhen was puzzled.

"Yes, determination." Fumio Fumio said in a deep voice, "China is like a sleeping lion. No one knows when it wakes up. Japan is like a strong ant who wants to eat the lion. Although there is a possibility, there is a crisis of overturning at any time. China and Japan are both Asian countries. I don't want both countries to fight to lose both sides, but unfortunately, China is the biggest ** for most Japanese people now. If you want to stop them, the only way is to let them see the determination of the Chinese people."

"The Chinese...determination?" Chen Zhen murmured to himself.

There were sparse shouts sounding off the court at some point.

"Jingwu Sect, come on!"

"Chen Zhen, I will win!"

"Down with the Black Dragon Club! Defeat the Japanese! Long live the Chinese!"

...

The shouts were still scattered at the beginning, as if there were only a few people and dozens of people were shouting, but gradually, the number of people shouting was getting more and more densely. Whether it was civilians, wealthy businessmen, or senior officials, all stood up and shouted slogans loudly.

When everyone's shouts gathered into a sound, the roar of the sky seemed to penetrate the dome of the sports venue and pierced the sky.

"Long live the Chinese... long live! Long live! Long live!"

Fujita and others in the Japanese seats and foreign envoys changed color...

On the ring, the expression on Chen Zhen's face had become extremely solemn and solemn, and he said resolutely: "The determination of the Chinese will let you see it."
Chapter completed!