Ma Xingkong threw away his rice bowl, rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the Japanese who was trying to trip him up.
Yoshio Okamoto was born in a family of bank employees in Kochi Prefecture and is the eldest son. He studied at the Hiroshima Army Regional Infant School and the Army Infant School. He is also a freshman who entered the Imperial Army Military Academy with Ma Xingkong this year. Yoshio Okamoto has been in the army since he was a child. Advocating warriors is also the reason why he resolutely chose the path of being a soldier.
Ever since he entered the military academy as a child, he has worked hard to make progress, and has always been the best in all his grades. He was admitted to the Imperial Army Military Academy as the number one in Japan. Yoshio Okamoto is different from ordinary Japanese, he is not short and fat. , but more like a Chinese, Zhang is tall and thin. Training since childhood has turned this guy into a person who will not admit defeat. Ma Xingkong is provocative, which is what he wants.
"Okay! How about we go out and compete if you have the guts?" Okamoto Yoshio took Ma Xingkong's wrist and stared at him with both eyes.
Fighting between students is allowed in this school. The first principal of the Military Academy, Soga Youzhun, liked wolves very much. When observing wolves, he discovered why a pack of wolves is an animal that scares even tigers. The first is because they are united and disciplined, and are willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of the collective. The second is because they have a well-organized hierarchy. This hierarchy is slowly established through ordinary fights. The strong ones are good at fighting. Wolves naturally have high status, otherwise they become low-level. High-level wolves have priority when eating food, which ensures that the wolves in the pack who are good at fighting are more ferocious.
It is precisely because of this that fighting among students is regarded as a necessary competition by Soga Yoshun, and only those with strong bodies are the materials for outstanding officers.
Ma Xingkong and Yoshio Okamoto fought each other and walked out of the cafeteria. All the students eating in the cafeteria followed them. Of course, the boundaries between Chinese soldiers and Japanese soldiers were still so clear, cheering for the people in their respective camps.
"How do you want to fight? A fight of fists and kicks or weapons?" Ma Xingkong asked Okamoto Yoshio as he took off his coat, revealing the white shirt underneath, while rolling up his sleeves.
"To tell you the truth, I am a seventh-dan in kendo and a ninth-dan in karate. You can choose between them!" Yoshio Okamoto also showed no sign of weakness.
Ma Xingkong smiled: "It's just better than Qida, so karate is more powerful, so let's compete with fists and kicks! I've only learned a little bit of Chinese Kung Fu, I don't know if I can beat you!"
On the top of the high mountain, Masao Inoue was looking down with a telescope. He recognized at a glance that the two people in the crowd were the two students he thought were the best in this class. Usually they didn't like each other, but today they finally They started a fight so blatantly that he really wanted to know the outcome.
The crowd dispersed into a circle. Both of them said harsh words. It was already too late to find the stairs at this time. Even if they couldn't be beaten, they still had to go up, not to mention that Ma Xingkong still had two brushes. Yoshio Okamoto Bowing, Ma Xingkong clasped his fists. The two sides opened up their stance and got closer.
The crowd was extremely quiet, watching the two people in the field. The two people were getting closer and closer. The moment their hands touched, Okamoto Yoshio took the lead and suddenly punched Ma Xingkong in the face. It was coming. Ma Xingkong turned his fist into a palm and faced Okamoto Yoshio's fist, protecting his face. He stretched his other hand forward and dug into Okamoto Yoshio's armpit. He twisted his body and caught it. An arm of Yoshio Okamoto.
"Okay!" A burst of warm applause immediately erupted from the Chinese soldiers.
Seeing that Yoshio Okamoto's right arm was captured, he twisted his body and hit Ma Xingkong's head with his left elbow. Ma Xingkong had no choice but to let go of Yoshio Okamoto's right arm and stretched out his hand to block. Unexpectedly, Yoshio Okamoto suddenly used his left arm and hit him with his left hand.
Like a mirror, it probed towards Ma Xingkong's throat. The two sides went back and forth, fighting like a tiger.
"Inoue-kun, who do you think can win between the two of them?"
Masao Inoue was watching with enthusiasm when someone suddenly spoke and he quickly put down the telescope. Next to him, a middle-aged man wearing a traditional Japanese samurai uniform with a sword in his waist was holding his arms and watching the competition at the foot of the mountain.
"It turns out to be Ono-kun!" Inoue Masao nodded slightly: "You are an expert, why did you ask me? Let me tell you, it should be Ono-kun's favorite protégé Okamoto who will win, right?"
Ono Jiro, the current head of the Japanese Kendo Nakawa Itto-ryu, is also the kendo instructor of the Imperial Army Sergeant School. The Nakawa Itto-ryu, Beichen Itto-ryu, Yuishin Itto-ryu and other Itto-ryu factions all belong to the One-sword style. Just because of the founder
People softened different moods and techniques, creating a branch school. Ichiro Matsumoto, who was killed in the Noyama Village of Tsutenwei, was actually a disciple of Beichen Ittoryu. And now Yoshio Okamoto who is fighting with Ma Xingkong
He is Ono Jiro's beloved disciple.
Ono Jiro shook his head slightly: "I don't think so, although it seems that Okamoto has the upper hand now. That student's boxing skills are simple and old-fashioned, and every move has a lot of stamina. Over time, Okamoto will be defeated!"
Inoue Masao nodded slightly: "Ono-kun is indeed very discerning. Did Ono-kun see what tricks that student used?"
Ono Jiro said calmly: "If I guessed correctly, it should be Chinese martial arts. As for what boxing techniques it is, I don't know. China is really a mysterious place. I really want to visit it! I can compete with martial arts masters.
It’s also a good thing!”
"Haha..." Masao Inoue chuckled: "Don't be too anxious, this opportunity will come soon!"
Sure enough, as Jiro Ono said, after thirty moves, the more Okamoto fought, the more he felt that he lacked confidence. Before he took action, Ma Xingkong had already prepared a defense, and this defense also included offensive changes that he had not expected. As long as he took action
, either being restrained or almost being restrained.
"Okay! Brother, just beat him like this! Harder!" the Chinese soldiers shouted happily, with joy on their faces. Looking at the Japanese, they also kept cheering for Okamoto Yoshio: "Okamoto-kun can't give up.
Hold on! Hit him!"
Mu Yunchen was still in the crowd, but his mind was not on the competition. He was becoming more and more dissatisfied with Ma Xingkong. Such a character could not do what he did. He turned his head and looked around, suddenly
A figure flashed before his eyes and disappeared behind a house in the student dormitory.
Mu Yunchen followed him in a flash, and the two of them disappeared into a forest not far away. All of this happened to be seen by Masao Inoue, who was standing at the top using a telescope to watch the competition between Ma Xingkong and Yoshio Okamoto.
It was clear. The two were walking very fast, and he didn't see who it was clearly, but this sneaky behavior still caught his attention.
"Baga!" Inoue Masao waved, called a soldier and said: "Go down immediately, everyone gathers!"