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As soon as Yang Chen landed, he squatted down and swept out the long stick in his hand.
The five or six Japanese ronin gathered in front felt as if their ankles had been cut off ruthlessly by the force of the wooden stick.
One by one twisted their ankles, and then they all fell to the ground, howling one after another.
Yang Chen straightened up, and savagely swung at the neck of the Japanese ronin who rushed forward first.
The guy felt that his entire neck was almost moved, so he took a few steps back when he was crooked, and fell directly to the ground.
That is to say, Yang Chen was merciful, otherwise the Japanese ronin's neck would have been severed.
Seeing that more and more Japanese ronin rushed out of the inner courtyard, Yang Chen didn't want to waste any more time.
He took the initiative to rush into the crowd, swung the long stick in his hand left and right, and targeted the necks, stomachs, chests, joints and other places of these ronin, making them lose their fighting power all at once.
The "bang bang" sound of wooden sticks hitting the scene can be heard endlessly.
Yang Chen didn't even blink his eyes, as if these dozens of Japanese ronin were all trash and couldn't bring him any pressure at all.
Miyamoto Musashi, who was watching the battle, had already forgotten the severe pain in his waist. His eyelids twitched violently as he watched his men fall to the ground one by one.
Before, he thought that his strength was even higher than that of Yang Chen, but now he has completely lost this ignorance.
From Yang Chen's shot to the end, it took less than 5 minutes.
Under the miserable howls erupting inside and outside the entire Budokan, Miyamoto Musashi saw at least nearly a hundred of his men lose their combat effectiveness and lay on the ground.
Some had their hands and feet torn off, and some had their nose bones burst and bleeding profusely.
What's more, he lay motionless on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Yang Chen saw the remaining dozen or so Japanese ronin standing there in fear, and didn't know whether to attack or run away.
These Japanese ronin looked at Yang Chen who was standing in the middle of the crowd, not even a little bit of his clothes were cut, and it was impossible for them not to be afraid.
Yang Chen looked coldly at the rogues, still holding the long stick in his hand, and said in Japanese, "If you want to talk about the rules of the world, I will tell you the rules of the world.
If you dare to smash my Huaxia martial arts gym, then I will smash your Dongying martial arts gym today!
hehe!Don't you Japanese claim to believe in the spirit of bushido and not afraid of death?
Dare to play tricks on my Chinese land, keep coming! "
Some of the onlookers could understand Japanese, and after explaining, everyone's blood boiled with excitement.
The long-lost sense of national pride was aroused again, and there was an urge to learn martial arts and join the army.
"Aren't you warriors of the Japanese Empire? Aren't you brave and fearless?
come!Come on! "
Yang Chen roared angrily, forcing more than a dozen Japanese ronin, including Miyamoto Musashi, to take a step back unconsciously.
Their hearts and chests are huge, and they are really afraid that Yang Chen will go crazy and rush up to kill him.
Miyamoto Musashi was scared, and now he was really scared. He didn't have the arrogance of a ninth-degree black belt in karate.
There is no way, the girl in front of me is not a human being at all, but a livestock!
Yang Chen swung the long stick in his hand, and suddenly took a step forward towards them.
The Japanese ronin confronting him in front took two steps back.
Miyamoto Musashi's eyelids were trembling, and Yang Chen forced him to the corner of the yard step by step.
At this time, he saw a subordinate on the ground who pretended to be down and slowly stood up from behind Yang Chen, as if he could sneak attack.
At the same time as he got up, the Japanese ronin picked up a Japanese sword from the ground and rushed towards Yang Chen's back.
"Justice beware!"
Yang Xiude and the others saw it clearly, and they were very anxious, so they hurriedly reminded them.
However, the back of Yang Chen's head seemed to have eyes, and he swiped the stick backwards without looking back.
The Japanese ronin was hit on the right side of the face, his face was twisted and deformed, a mouthful of blood spurted out along with a few broken teeth, he flew two meters to the left, and finally fell to the ground with his head tilted and passed out completely.
Yang Xiude and other people who helped to watch the excitement all heaved a sigh of relief.
Seeing that the last hope was gone, Miyamoto Musashi immediately opened his eyes wide and swallowed continuously: "Your, yours is not Chinese!"
Yang Chen was amused: "Old devil, I am not Chinese, what country is he from?"
"In China, it is impossible to have a warrior as powerful as you, and yours must be the blood of my Yamato nation that was exiled to China.
It must be so, there is only this explanation! "
After saying this, Miyamoto Musashi continued: "Before you make a big mistake, it's too late for you to stop now!
Recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors immediately, and return to our Yamato nation. On behalf of the Great Japanese Empire, I can forgive all your actions today! "
Yang Chen was stunned. He thought of ten thousand possibilities, but he never thought that the old devil in front of him had such a big brain?
Oh shit!its not right?
This guy is probably not from the island country, but from the Bangzi country, right?
How did you learn to be as brazen as a stick!
Bangzi said that Confucius belonged to the country of Bangzi, and Mencius also belonged to the country of Bangzi.
Is it only Lao Tzu who is Chinese?
No, what the hell is this old devil now saying that I belong to their island country?
Yang Chen sneered again and again, not wanting to waste time explaining to Miyamoto Musashi.
With a swing of his right hand, the long stick in his hand swept out with the sound of breaking the wind, and hit Miyamoto Musashi on the body.
The dozen or so Japanese ronin next to him could clearly see that when Miyamoto Musashi's head was thrown out with inertia, at least five or six teeth flew out.
His body, like a kite with a broken string, flew horizontally for more than three meters with inertia, hit the courtyard wall, and bounced back.
It is worth mentioning that Miyamoto Musashi is worthy of being a top [-]th-dan black belt in karate.
Despite being so seriously injured, he didn't faint.
After struggling a few times, he got up from the ground again.