"I have great respect for Mr. Duanwu, but it is a cowardly act for you to allow your subordinates to shoot at bayonet-fighting soldiers. People like you are not worthy of becoming samurai at all. This is the biggest difference between you Chinese people and us Japanese.
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In broken Chinese, Isao Konoe denounced Danwu for allowing his subordinates to shoot.
After Danwu sneered, he shouted angrily: "I disagree with Mr. Isao Konoe's words. If this is a competition between China and Japan, I will respect your bushido spirit.
But not here! And you are not here to compete. You are bandits who came to China to kill and plunder.
As for the robbers, all we can do is kill you. And we will not hesitate to use any means or methods.
You Japanese will eventually pay a heavy price for what you have done!"
"Baga Yalu! Ignorant Chinese people, don't you know that the Imperial Japanese Army is here to rescue you from the hands of the Western powers?"
"Put away your good intentions! The Chinese people don't need anyone to save them. The Western powers? The Western powers are in the concession. Do you Japanese dare to invade?
Compared with the Chinese, you are the real cowards. The swords in your hands only dare to be used against the weak and the unarmed innocent people. You are not worthy of the title of 'warrior' at all!"
"Baga, you are dead!"
Konoe Xun became angry, brandished his sword with both hands, and struck at Danwu.
This move is almost identical to Taro Yamamoto's move.
"One sword style?"
Danwu disdains that if he can kill a Yamamoto Taro, he can kill another Konoe Isao.
The sword touched Konoe Isao's katana lightly, and with the help of this force, he quickly turned 360 degrees to the right.
When the turn was completed, Danwu had appeared behind Konoe Isao, and with the help of the power of rotation, the knife in his hand swung horizontally, directly taking Konoe Isao's head.
"hold head high?"
The Dragon Boat Festival knife was swung horizontally halfway, and there was a flash of silver light in the corner of his eyes, and a cold light swept from his lower abdomen.
Konoe Isao, an old devil, was indeed very skilled in swordsmanship. He made a judgment just as Danwu turned around.
He turned around and moved forward, slashing the sword from the bottom up towards Duanwu's lower abdomen.
Duanwu instinctively retreated, but even so, after the sound of cracking brocade, Duanwu's white shirt was still cut with a big gash.
The left side of his chest felt cold, and Duan Wu knew that he had been stabbed, but the injury was not serious, because there was no blood when the sword scratched his left cheek.
The shirt was cut diagonally by Isao Konoe's knife.
The shirt drooped to both sides due to gravity, revealing the white bandage on Dragon Boat Festival.
There were blood stains everywhere on the bandage, and the largest amount of bleeding was under the left rib.
Isao Konoe was stunned on the spot. He didn't expect that Danwu was still directing the battle despite being so seriously injured.
Such endurance impressed him.
Isao Konoe stopped his attack and said: "I take back what I just said, you are not a coward. However, I have seen through your moves, you are no match for me.
Or you can kill Taro Yamamoto with this move.
But you can't kill me. Because my swordsmanship is at the eighth level. Not to mention in China, even in Japan, there are few people who can be my opponent.
If you still value your life, it's not too late to surrender now.
We, the Imperial Japanese Army, keep their word. The position of commander of the Shanghai Security Regiment is still yours!"
"I don't know where your confidence comes from. But I want to tell you that your so-called swordsmanship is nothing at all. Today I will show you how fragile your swordsmanship is."
Danwu had a cold face and did not care about Konoe Isao's charity. He wanted to use the most tyrannical gesture to tell the little devil in front of him that Chinese martial arts were the authentic martial arts.
Charge head-on, holding a sword with both hands, and the moves are more like Itato-style moves.
But Dragon Boat Festival was faster, and with this knife strike, it arrived in the blink of an eye.
Isao Konoe was so surprised that he didn't even have a chance to move the Dragon Boat Festival's sword. He could only block Danwu's blow with his sword.
Clang!
The two sharp blades intersected, making a sound of metal colliding.
Isao Konoe took half a step back. He was actually slightly weaker in strength, and his body was pushed back thirty degrees.
"Bagaya road!"
Isao Konoe became fierce and used his hands hard, hoping to reverse the decline.
Duan Wu had no expression on his face, holding the knife in both hands and pressing down with all his strength.
The bandages on his body gradually collapsed due to the expansion of muscles. The wounds on his body also opened one by one.
But Duanwu didn't realize it, just like those wounds didn't happen on his body.
In his previous life, he had been tempered by his twenty-year military career. He had a rock-like heart and extremely strong endurance.
If an ordinary person suffered an injury like his, he would never dare to get out of bed and move around unless he stayed in the hospital bed for ten days and a half.
But at this time during the Dragon Boat Festival, they were still fighting. And they were fighting with a Japanese swordsman.
"Baga, are you a monster?"
Dragon Boat Festival's iron-blooded nature frightened Konoe Isao. He let out a horrified roar.
Click!
Konoe tried his best to repel Dano's sword, but at this moment, Konoe's sword suddenly made a sound like glass breaking.
Isao Konoe used an ordinary sword, but Dano used Taro Yamamoto's katana.
The sharpness of this knife is beyond imagination. With one strike, a person can be cut open.
"Damn it, Nagaso Yakotetsu!"
Isao Konoe was a little helpless because what Dano held was one of Japan's famous swords, Nagaso Yako Tetsu.
Nagasoya Kotetsu was made by the master swordsmith Kotetsu. This sword is sharp enough to cut through the human body. Even if it is used to chop people, the damage caused to people will be higher than that of ordinary samurai swords.
Isao Konoe tried to ask Yamamoto Taro for this famous sword several times, but Yamamoto refused. However, it fell into the hands of Danwu.
His sword was about to break, and the Kotetsu blade that could cut off his body would also be cut on him.
Isao Konoe quickly said: "Mr. Danwu, I think we should have a fist and foot competition, right?"
"late!"
Danwu said coldly, holding the knife in both hands and pulling it down. The Kotetsu instantly cut off the knife in Konoe Isao's hand.
The Torakiri fell and struck Konoe Isao directly on the shoulder.
"ah!"
Isao Konoe screamed in pain, and managed to hold Kokiri between his neck and his shoulders. Then he dropped his sword and tightly grasped Kokiri's blade with both hands.
In an instant, blood flowed from Konoe Isao's hands, but he still refused to let go. Because as soon as he let go, his right arm, as well as his right shoulder, would be chopped off by the Dragon Boat Festival knife.
The pain in his hands and the severe pain in his shoulders made the old devil's body tremble continuously.
And the shadow of death also struck his heart.
The old devil finally showed a timid expression, and he gasped: "Duan, Mr. Duanwu, do you think that you defeated me with the advantage of weapons, is this the behavior a warrior should have?
As a warrior, you should let me go and let me recover from my injuries, and then we can compete again.
I swear on my honor as a samurai of the Japanese Empire that I will definitely hold a fair duel with you!..."