The next day, the summer cicadas squeaked and the blue sky was as clear as ink paintings.

At the Aiki Dokan, Chihiro walked through the wooden corridor and walked to the training ground.

At this time, the floor was already full of disciples, and Takashi Shibukawa was sitting cross-stop on the ground and greeted Chihiro who had arrived late.

"Good morning for young people."

"Hello, Mr. Shukawa."

His face was a little embarrassed, and he felt that he was sitting next to the thin old man quickly.

Shibukawa had a gentle smile and did not blame him. Instead, he asked how he would have had a break last night?

"It's okay..."

"It may not be peaceful these days. Remember to pay more attention to the crowds nearby, especially those with fierce looks."

The sudden outbreak of the death row crisis made them a little unexpected. Chihiro in the deep whirlpool could not help but worry.

"Yes!" He was stunned, then smiled and nodded: "I will pay attention to safety."

"By the way, is your Aikido going well?"

Shibukawa soon exposed this topic and turned to what he was most concerned about.

"Everything went smoothly. Aikido's leverage of power has made me a big step forward in understanding martial arts."

"Haha, it's just a self-defense!"

That being said, Shibukawa had long been betrayed his joyful mood with a smile on his face.

Praise the proud moves of various schools is a recognition of their martial arts status.

"Okay, let's have another competition today to check your proficiency."

"Of course it's OK."

As he said that, Chihiro stood up.

As a relatively difficult martial art, it took him a whole day to reach the point of perfection.

It's really difficult!

Angry shouts echoed in the gym, and the disciples competed with each other, and a hustle and bustle of martial arts filled the hall.

Takashi Shibukawa was tidying up his martial arts uniform, and Chihiro stood opposite him and waited patiently.

Suddenly, the latter saw the old hands and his expression moved slightly.

"Teacher Shukawa, I want to ask a question."

"Tell me." He wrapped his black belt around his waist.

"What does your understanding of Wu mean?"

As he finished speaking, Takashi Kaoru stopped moving and looked up at Chihiro with a serious look on his face.

"Have you reached this point?"

"Varied…"

"Haha, everyone has their own understanding, I can only say a little bit."

"Please let Mr. Shukawa inform you!"

Shibukawa's qi showed the smile of his elders: "The core meaning of Aikido is to overcome hardness with softness. I had thought about it at the beginning, and it was not until later that I returned to the right path."

"Chianxun, you are as young as I was before."

Qianxun’s bright black eyes were like ripples of water.

"Using softness to overcome hardness, leverage strength to fight strength, defeat the strong with weak, and defeat stronger with strong. This is my understanding of martial arts."

He slowly stretched out his palm. Although time left many spots of time, the spirit of Wei Wu was still vigorous.

Even though he was over seventy years old, he was still named the Martial Saint!

"I see……"

"I'm just sharing my experience. How to go on the final path depends on yourself."

Chihiro pointed his chin as if he was thinking.

Last night he tried to find that feeling, but he was always blocked by something and could not touch the root cause.

What is Wu?

Is it really just a simple punch and kick?

It was not until Takashi Kawakawa's remarks that Chihiro woke up from a dream.

Everyone has different understandings of martial arts, so naturally they have different meanings.

Then what is my martial arts?

With this doubt, Chihiro began to fight against Takashi Shibukawa.

"Be careful!"

Shichuan Gang laughed angrily, his voice was like a thunder. The disciples on the training ground also stopped and looked over curiously.

...

In the Tokyo Bay Area, the clear water surface connects with white clouds, and a huge cruise ship sails far away.

At Fan Ma Qianxun’s home, the wind chimes on the eaves sway in the wind, wandering in the wooden house where cherry blossoms are flying.

"It should be here, right?"

Sikorsky took out the photo, frowned and looked at it carefully, but hesitated.

"The difference between Fanma Chihiro and his father Yujiro is too big!"

It’s not just big, it makes people doubt life. Is there really a blood relationship between them?

"Forget it, no matter what I do, I'll do the main task first."

Speaking of this, he looked ugly.

I have always been domineering and domineering. When have I ever suffered such grievances?

"Fortunately it's not difficult. The other party is just an ordinary person. If there is a threat and intimidation, then Fanma Qianxun will not submit."

Sikorsky was active inside and wanted to vent all the humiliation Yujiro had imposed on him on his son.

He violently kicked open the wooden door, and he walked towards the hall with a vicious expression.

"Fanma Chihiro comes out for me!"

"Well, who are you?"

In the neat hall, Sikorsky did not see Chihiro, but saw a tall and mighty figure at the beech table.

The other party was extremely huge, like a little giant, especially when he stood up, his head was almost pressed to the ceiling.

Visually estimated to be above 2 meters and 3 meters!

The muscles on the body are strong and developed, and the terrifying sense of oppression makes people suffocate.

Sikorsky felt that the other party was not alone at all, but an ancient beast.

"You...you are Fanma Chihiro, aren't you?"

He looked at the photos and then at the burly man. The hard photos suddenly became weak.

Jack Vanma looked at him calmly, then twisted his thick neck.

"What's up?"

"Ha, I need you to go with me."

Sikorsky calmed down. His big size does not mean that his combat effectiveness is equally strong.

He is confident in his strength!

Upon hearing this, Jack swept across the tidy room, and then walked silently out the door.

"Let's go out and fight."

"Whatever you want."

In the summer yard of the cherry blossom trees, two strong men confront each other.

Sikorsky clenched his fists with a solemn expression on his face, while Jack's face was cold from beginning to end.

"start……"

Before the latter could finish his speech, Sikorsky raided a jab and slammed him hard in the face.

"Haha, you guys are so naive. You have to wait until you start!"

He laughed arrogantly.

It seemed that he had seen the other party's miserable situation. His fist light could even pierce through steel, let alone a mere flesh and blood body!
To be continued...