In the eyes of Chinese people, this word is partly insulting and partly affectionate. But in China, calling someone a pig is not the most insulting thing. The most insulting thing is probably this sentence: I
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In Japan, the word pig is equivalent to the most insulting word in China. Japanese people who are accustomed to politeness think pig is the most insulting word. They will call the people they hate the most, the people they hate the most, and the people they despise the most as pigs.
: Stupid, dirty, inferior.
The pig in Yan Fenghuo's mouth has another meaning: pigs are born as a dish, and they are born to accept the fate of slaughter.
When he cursed the Japanese as pigs, all the private room doors in the restaurant opened, and all the guests came out and occupied the first and second floors. They all stared at Yan Fenghuo, who was covered in blood, with angry eyes.
Part of him was filled with righteous indignation, and part of him stared at the blood flowing out like a stream from the crack of the door, watching the blood flow down the wooden steps, exuding a strong smell of blood.
"Japanese, pigs!" Yan Fenghuo held two knives in his hands and laughed loudly: "If you don't want to admit that you are a pig in front of a Chinese, come up and tear me to pieces, crush me, crush me to ashes,
Peel off my skin and flesh layer by layer. Come on, hahahahahaha... Who is a pig? Who is not a pig, you will know soon. Great Japanese Yamato nation, come on, kill this person standing in front of you
Chinese people, either admit they are pigs or not. You are brave, you are meaningless, you are a proud and arrogant nation. The Chinese insult you, what are you waiting for? Kill him, chop him up, quickly
! You have to prove yourself, you have to maintain the dignity of the Japanese, you have to kill me, otherwise you will be laughed at, hahaha. Come on, you bunch of pigs, come on, you bunch of stupid pigs!"
If it was just looking for trouble, now it is a provocation. Iwamine Huo single-handedly provoked all the Japanese, and there are hundreds of Japanese here. Almost all of them can eat and entertain here.
To give you some background, let me ask you, how many people from the normal world would be in a restaurant where gangsters gather?
"Bagh Yalu! I'm going to kill you, China..."
"Whoosh!"
A watermelon knife flew out from Yan Fenghuo's hand, flying into the air with great ferocity and striking the howling Japanese man's chest.
Blood spurted out, and the Japanese fell to the ground, his body convulsing violently.
The killing was so swift and straightforward. After finishing the killing, Yan Fenghuo walked step by step towards the Japanese lying on the ground. Under everyone's gaze, he pulled out the watermelon knife and walked towards the open space in the center of the restaurant.
The bloody footprints were extremely clear, and the blood from the tip of the knife dripped down the blade.
"Pigs——" Yan Fenghuo made a cold voice, looked around, and said with a grin: "They are just for killing."
Everyone rioted, pulling out all kinds of knives, taking apart tables and chairs, picking up wooden sticks, and roaring towards Yan Fenghuo.
In an instant, Yan Fenghuo, who was standing in the center, was surrounded by hundreds of people, bearing the wrath of the Japanese, whether they were gangsters or poor people, men or women, older or younger.
This is like a Japanese yelling at someone after killing someone in China. Which Chinese person can hold back? I'm afraid even a seven-year-old child would rush over and tear this extremely arrogant Japanese to pieces.
Yan Fenghuo provoked the most fragile nerves of the Japanese people. He insulted the entire Japan and all Japanese people!
This is enjoyable, this can make people completely happy. When everyone comes to Japan for Sino-Japanese friendship and enjoys the courtesy that is looked down upon in their bones, Yan Fenghuo comes to provoke war and kill people.
I don’t need you to think highly of me or look down on me, I just know that I look down on you: a bunch of pigs waiting to be slaughtered!
"Ouch!!!"
A shrill wolf howl suddenly burst out from Yan Fenghuo's throat, and his face became ferocious and terrifying, especially his blood-red eyes, which were full of bloodthirsty killing, even more so than facing terrorists.
Bloody and crazy.
The two watermelon knives flew up and down, and puffs of blood shot out. Yan Fenghuo, who was surrounded in the middle, roared and chopped down one pig after another.
There is nothing superfluous in his movements, and he uses the simplest attack method to complete the killing needs. No one knows how long he can continue spinning in place, but everyone knows that every twisting and spinning movement of his will cause the machete in his hand to move.
Full of irresistible power, it will chop down a person.
In a short period of time, Yan Fenghuo was surrounded by severed limbs and Japanese lying in a pool of blood. And he himself was soaked with blood, like a man who had just crawled out of the Shura blood pool.
The devil comes out.
"ah!……"
"My hand, woo woo woo..."
"ah!!!……"
"Puff! Puff! Puff!..."
The screams were accompanied by the sound of the watermelon knife entering the body. Yan Fenghuo in the middle of the field did not show any signs of exhaustion. Instead, he became more and more excited, and his strength and speed became more and more powerful. He did not know any sword skills, but he knew
The only one is the perfect combination of strength and speed.
"Roar!" Yan Fenghuo roared violently and hit a Japanese man in the head with his knife.
The sharp watermelon knife entered the opponent's head, and with the support of violent strength and speed, it cut his head in half.
The blood from the brain gushes out at the same time, and the two halves of the head are weakly separated to the side. Although it is all plasma, you can clearly see the internal structure of the human brain: cerebrum, cerebellum...
There was a sharp sound of breaking wind behind him, and a samurai sword stabbed Yan Fenghuo sharply into the back of his heart.
Feeling this strong murderous intent, Yan Fenghuo turned sharply to the right, avoiding the knife. At the same time, the watermelon knife in his right hand slashed at the Japanese who was sneaking up on him under the action of inertia.
"Keng"
Flames flew everywhere, and the Japanese immediately put away their swords and switched from stabbing to slashing.
His movements are very agile, his techniques are very skillful, and his eyes are full of burning anger.
The katana slashed at Yan Fenghuo's arm at an extremely cunning angle.
It was the arm. The other party saw how strong Yan Fenghuo was, so he first had to make him lose his combat effectiveness. In other words, he didn't want the Chinese to die so quickly, and he had to be punished accordingly.
This is a master, at least a master with a knife. Because his changing moves made Yan Fenghuo feel defenseless: the angles were tricky and extremely cruel.
But Yan Fenghuo was extremely excited: he finally met a decent pig!
Yan Fenghuo uses cold weapons, but only sabers. He is relatively new to using long and wide cold weapons like the Watermelon Knife, and relies entirely on speed and strength to exert its own power. When he faces a master who uses long weapons, the shortcomings
It was immediately exposed.
If you don't understand the moves, it's difficult to judge and defend. You can only rely on your long-term fighting instinct to dodge.
There was a soft sound, and the samurai sword scratched Yan Fenghuo's ribs, leaving a bloody mark. But it was not fatal, it just cut through the flesh.
"Come again!" Yan Fenghuo raised his watermelon knife and roared.
The rotation speed of the body became faster, and the two swords on the left and right kept slashing at the Japanese who was using the katana.
"Keng! Keng! Keng!..."
The watermelon knife slashed at the katana sword, sparks kept flying, and powerful force pressed against the katana sword. It was transmitted to the Japanese arm through the blade, and then impacted his body. Under the impact of speed and power
, the Japanese couldn't take any action to counterattack, he could only hold up his katana to resist, resist, and resist again.
After hundreds of cuts, the power not only did not weaken, but became more violent. Just like a summer rainstorm, once it pours down, it will only become harder and harder, and it will never weaken. Even if it stops, it will not become a hairline.
The rain then stopped, but stopped suddenly.
The people next to him had no way to step forward, because Yan Fenghuo's constantly rotating body turned him into a terrifying meat grinder holding two knives. As long as he got close, he would be strangled by the light of the knife in an instant, and he would either die or die.
Broken hands and broken legs.
"roar!!!"
An extremely high roar burst out from Yan Fenghuo's throat, his body left the ground, and the watermelon knife in his right hand slashed at his opponent with the force of splitting Huashan.
This is the most powerful blow, and the power contained in it can be clearly felt from the light of the sword that forms a phantom like a white sword.
"Keng!"
The two knives collided, and a dazzling spark burst out. Where the blades met, the katana made of fine steel was abruptly broken into a gap.
Under this overwhelming force, the Japanese's right leg weakened and he almost knelt on the ground. But he held on tightly. He knew that this was the opponent's heaviest blow. As long as he held on to this blow, he would be able to defeat him immediately.
Launch a counterattack.
One sword, and one attached sword. The two swords combined together constitute one blow.
"Whoosh!"
The sudden and incomparable sound of breaking wind sounded, and Yan Fenghuo's left-hand sword struck, like lightning, like a thunderous strike in a thunderstorm.
The Japanese exhaled fiercely, and the veins on his face and neck popped out at the same time. He waved the katana in his hand vigorously, preparing to withstand the opponent's most violent sword. His limp right leg stopped again, and he used all the strength in his body to
On the leg, used on the knife.
"Keng!"
There was a collision sound, and the watermelon sword arrived as expected. It hit the samurai sword hard, and then flew out...
That's right, it flew away. Due to the action and reaction force, it flew away. It flew dozens of meters away and fell to the ground.
The Japanese's hands trembled, and his body was lowered a little lower again, but he immediately stood up straight, stared at Yan Fenghuo's trembling left hand like a poisonous snake, and slashed it with his backhand.
This is a sword that has been endured for a long time. There is no tricky angle or ruthless sharpness. It is just a sure blow that has been waited for.
But what he saw was Yan Fenghuo's smile, a smile like looking at a pig. There was no fear, no panic, only ridicule.