A bloodbath in major martial arts schools in Tokyo?
Trampling the Japanese martial arts world under your feet?
Ye Fan's words were like thunder, exploding in Mei Daizi's ears.
If you don’t say anything shocking, you will die!
For a moment, Mei Daizi's face turned pale and she was so surprised that she thought she was hearing hallucinations and couldn't believe her ears.
"Mr...Mr., are you telling the truth?" she asked tremblingly.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Ye Fan's voice was decisive, his words were like gold, and at the same time, he contained absolute confidence.
In a sense, he is not someone who likes to take the initiative to stir up trouble, and has always adhered to the "I will not offend others unless they offend me" approach.
But this time on his trip to Japan, he not only wants to recapture the imperial seal, but also has a mission. Xiang Lao wants him to shock the heroes, promote our country's prestige, and become Wu Qingyuan in the martial arts world.
So this time, he can no longer keep a low profile and be patient!
High-spirited and passionate, this is what a young man should look like!
Ye Fan has secretly made up his mind to trample the entire Japanese martial arts world under his feet with his invincible appearance!
The next day, early in the morning.
Under the leadership of Mei Daizi, Ye Fan came to the dojo where Shinto Wu Nian Ryu is located - the training hall.
The swordsmanship of Japan was passed down to China.
During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the Japanese State sent a large number of envoys to the Tang Dynasty to come to China to learn various aspects of knowledge. In this way, Kendo was spread to the Japanese State, and over the years, many schools were formed.
Among them, the three most famous ones are Beichen Itto-ryu, Kashin Akechi-ryu, and Shinto Mu-Nen-ryu.
Shinto Muken-ryu is a swordsmanship school founded by Fukui Heemon. It is said that Fukui Heemon suddenly realized a swordsmanship due to the power of God while meditating without all thoughts, so he named it "
Shinto has no thoughts."
Compared with the other two swordsmen, the swordsmanship of Shinto Muken-ryu pays more attention to the practicality in fighting. It overwhelms the opponent in terms of momentum. When fighting against an enemy, the power of one slash can often split the enemy into two pieces. It is so powerful.
Unparalleled.
The training hall has also become the holy land of swordsmanship in Japan, attracting countless swordsmen to yearn for it.
The current sect leader of the Shinto Muken-ryu, Gengoro Amano, is also a famous swordsman in the Japanese country. He has extraordinary strength and respected status. It is said that even the children of the royal family have learned swordsmanship from him.
Ye Fan used him for surgery, just in time to make a name for himself and become famous in one battle.
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The dojo of the training hall covers a very large area, equivalent to the size of several standard football fields. Amano Gengoro sat down and had hundreds of disciples and grandchildren.
Ye Fan strode into the dojo, while Mei Daizi was half a body behind, following closely behind.
It was still early, so there was no one around at the venue. There were only a few dozen disciples practicing chopping with bamboo knives.
After discovering these two "uninvited guests", someone immediately came over to greet them, with an evil look on their face, and shouted: "Stop! This is the holy land of swordsmanship. No one else is allowed to trespass. Leave immediately, otherwise don't blame us for being ruthless!"
Ye Fan heard this and said calmly: "I'm from China, and I'm here to cause trouble today! Tell your sect master, Gengoro Amano, to come out and see me!"
Although his voice was quiet, it seemed particularly harsh in the silence.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The next moment, everyone in the venue was staring at him, with undisguised hostility in their eyes. They were all staring at him with murderous intent, as if they wanted to eat him alive.
"You brat, what did you say? Are you here to cause trouble?"
The Taoist disciple had a stern look on his face, looked at Ye Fan up and down, then shook his head and said disdainfully: "Tch! Just you, you want to challenge the sect leader, are you tired of living?"
"I don't know where this wild boy came from. I don't know the heights of the world, but he came to our dojo pretending to be cool!"
"The sect master is a famous swordsman in the Japanese country. With his old man's strength, he can crush this guy to death with just a move of his fingers!"
"Hehe... In my opinion, he is just crazy and deliberately wants to die!"
"Boy, isn't it good to live? I've seen people seeking death, but I've never seen anyone seeking death like this!"
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For a time, many dojo disciples in the arena began to jeer at Ye Fan.
At this moment, a low and majestic scolding came from behind: "Do you want to be punished for not practicing sword practice early in the morning and making a lot of noise?"
Hearing this voice, everyone fell silent, turned around at the same time, bowed their heads and said respectfully: "Elder brother, we know we were wrong!"
The next moment, a tall figure walked out from behind.
Looking from a distance, I saw that the man was about thirty years old, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a black tight-fitting samurai uniform. He was tall and tall, with shoulders as broad as mountains, and his muscles were as strong as copper poured into iron, even if they were wrapped under the samurai uniform.
, you can also see the obvious outline, which is strong yet flexible.
And his hands were covered with thick calluses, which showed that he obviously had high attainments in the art of swordsmanship.
Even from a certain distance, you can feel the powerful aura on his body.
However, the most eye-catching thing is the sword at his waist, which is about three feet long. Although it is hidden in the sheath, it still reveals a fierce murderous aura. It is unknown how much blood has been stained, and the howls of resentful souls can be faintly heard.
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The burly warrior had a straight face, glanced at the whole place, and said in a deep voice: "What exactly happened?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple pointed at Ye Fan and shouted: "Senior Brother, this Chinese boy just made arrogant remarks, saying that he was coming to destroy the place, and that he wanted the sect leader to get out! That's why we are so angry.
of!"
"What? Is this happening?!" Upon hearing this, a piercing cold light flashed in the burly warrior's eyes, like a sharp blade being unsheathed.
"boom!"
The next moment, an astonishing force burst out from his body, overwhelming Ye Fan, like a huge wave, trying to crush Ye Fan.
However, Ye Fan didn't change his expression, completely ignoring this terrifying pressure, and said calmly: "Who are you?"
"I am the eldest disciple of the Amano Sect, Taro Watanabe! Boy, are you from China?"
"That's right!" Ye Fan said proudly.
"snort!"
Hearing this, Taro Watanabe laughed ferociously and said: "You Chinese people are the weakest. You were called the Sick Man of East Asia back then. You are no match for our great Japanese empire! As for the Chinese warriors, they are also rubbish. You can't even carry your master's shoes."
You don’t even have a share! There’s no need for Master to take action, just let me deal with you!”
"If you are looking for death, I don't mind squeezing the ants to death!" Ye Fan said lightly, with an understatement that completely ignored Taro Watanabe.
Such contempt completely ignited the anger in Taro Watanabe's heart, making him feel that he had been greatly humiliated.
"Hmph... What a loud tone! How dare a mere Chinese to be so arrogant in the training hall! In that case, I'll let you experience the swordsmanship of Shinto Mu-Nen-ryu!"
With that said, Taro Watanabe suddenly pulled out the sword from its sheath and pointed the blade directly at Ye Fan.
In Japanese kendo dojos, warriors often choose bamboo swords for sparring, because bamboo swords are light and flexible, have less destructive power, and can reduce the risk factor.
Further up, there is the wooden sword, which is hard, inflexible and powerful. If you fight with all your strength, it may break the opponent's hands and feet. Therefore, when using wooden swords to compete, both parties will wear protective gear.
But now, Taro Watanabe directly pulled out the sword forged from fine steel, cutting iron like mud, piercing gold and cracking stone.
He obviously had murderous intentions and wanted to make Ye Fan's blood splash on the spot and die.
This is a military training hall. Even if a Chinese warrior dies, the Japanese officials will not pursue it, but will help hide it.
For a time, the atmosphere in the venue was tense and extremely tense, and a war was about to break out.
Seeing this scene, other disciples also fanned the flames and said:
"Come on, Senior Brother, give this Chinese boy some color and see if he dares to be arrogant again!"
"Hehe...Chinese kung fu is rubbish, it can't compare to Japanese swordsmanship!"
"It would be too easy to kill him directly. Let's just cut off his hands and feet and let him live in pain for the rest of his life!"
Hearing these words, a hint of cruelty appeared on Taro Watanabe's face, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he had already secured victory. He looked at Ye Fan from a distance and said arrogantly: "Shina boy, my subordinates will not kill unknown people.
Tell me your name!"
"snort!"
Ye Fan sneered and said lightly: "You are not worthy of knowing my name!"