At this time, Fujiwara Tada saw this and couldn't help but say angrily:

"Lin Hongfei, how dare you hurt a Japanese warrior in front of me. I will use the samurai sword in my hand to make you feel endless pain!"

"Stop fucking, you'll be quick to do it!" Lin Hongfei was too lazy to talk nonsense and responded directly!

At this time, Wu Qiusheng, Lu Xiwa and others also walked out of the crowd. The four of them lined up in different directions, and reached into their arms with their right hands to hold the handle of the gun. Once there was anything abnormal between Tadatta Fujiwara and the Japanese people, they would immediately draw their guns and shoot.

Lin Hongfei looked around and said, "Everyone, I am fighting with Tadashi Fujiwara today. I wonder who is willing to be our witness?"

Lin Hongfei said these words in Mandarin, English, French, etc. one after another. This action made everyone amazed, thinking that this person was so proficient in foreign languages.

As soon as this was said, a few middle-aged men with yellow hair, with high noses and yellow hair, stood up immediately, spoke different languages, and said excitedly: "I do, I do!"

Even in the West, duels are already rare, but these big noses are still very keen on such things.

So as soon as Lin Hongfei spoke, they couldn't wait to stand up.

Just now, when Chen Fengchang and Qian Minghe took Lin Hongfei to talk to others, Lin Hongfei also met some foreigners.

He looked at the people who stood up, including embassy counselors, Ocean Bank managers and other top figures.

Lin Hongfei invited an embassy counselor from England, named Charles, as a witness, which made the counselor very excited. He had watched many duels when he was a child and had long wanted to be a witness!

With the witnesses, the duel between the two sides began!

"Swish!"

Tadashi Fujiwara quickly pulled out his samurai sword, and his slender and curved blade reflected a dazzling light under the light.

"This samurai sword is an adult gift from my grandfather!"

"At the beginning, he wore this samurai sword and led the team to land in Lushun Port. After many years, it can finally show its sharpness on this land!"

Tadashi Fujiwara looked at the samurai sword in his hand with a fanatical admiration, and then he turned to glared at Lin Hongfei and said:

"Come on, let me see what skills you have and how dare you go against me!"

Lin Hongfei held the eight-sided Han sword in his hand and threw the scabbard in his hand to a fan watching, then waved to Tadashi Fujiwara: "Okay, I'll let you take the move first!"

When Tadao Fujiwara heard this, he moved his feet quickly, and the samurai sword in his hand rushed towards Lin Hongfei!

This sword came in a fierce manner, and it was obvious that it had only been after years of kendo training.

The Japanese people next to him suddenly applauded: "It is worthy of being a child of the Fujiwara family. Tadashi's kendo is far superior to his peers!"

"That's right, it's even similar to some kendo masters."

"Haha, I don't know what courage this Republican man has to do to duel with Zhong Taijun."

"He will pay the price of blood!"

At this moment, two figures in the duel open space quickly intersected each other. At the moment of staggering, accompanied by the sound of clothes tearing, a stream of blood spurted out, splashing on the smooth floor, forming a picture of plum blossoms!

"ah!"

Several female relatives were immediately scared and screamed, unable to help but cover their eyes.

At this moment, Lin Hongfei turned around, with no scars on his body, but the eight-sided Han sword in his hand kept dripping blood.

Opposite, Tadashi Fujiwara looked shocked, and a wound that ran across his body appeared on his chest!

"What, Zhong Taijun was actually injured by that person from the Republic of China!"

"How is this possible!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"That man from the Republic of China must have used some vicious moves!"

At this time, Lin Hongfei said disdainfully, "If I use some more strength, you will be split into two by me!"

"ah!"

Tadashi Fujiwara was so angry that he was injured by Lin Hongfei as soon as he fought. In front of so many people, he suddenly felt completely disgusted!

Without any hesitation, Tadashi Fujiwara waved his sword forward again, Lin Hongfei's sword danced, dodging Fujiwara Tadashi's attack, and the sharp blade left a scar on his back!

"Baga!"

Tadashi Fujiwara was too old to look polite. After being slashed by Lin Hongfei in succession, he had completely exposed his fierce face.

“Hohuh!”

The samurai sword waved through the air and made sounds of breaking through the air. Tadao Fujiwara launched fierce attacks again and again on Lin Hongfei like a mad dog.

However, Lin Hongfei avoided this attack again and again. The sharp eight-sided Han sword was like a lingchi knife used by the executioner, leaving wounds of varying lengths and blood flowing through the body of Tadao Fujiwara!

But after a short while, more than a dozen cuts of Tadashi Fujiwara's clothes were cut, and the blood kept gushing out completely soaked his clothes, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood!

Looking at Tadao Fujiwara's unlucky virtue, Lin Hongfei raised the eight-sided Han sword in his hand and said sarcastically: "I'm going to be the Japanese swordsman, and I'm going to be the master of the swordsmanship, what a fool!"

"Do you know what weapon this is?"

"Eight-sided Han Sword!"

"The ancestors of your Japanese swordsmanship!"

"Sun Mo's sons dare to take out the things that he has made to show off in front of me. Who gives you the courage?"

"Baga!"

Tadashi Fujiwara cursed, then endured the severe pain in his body and rushed towards Lin Hongfei again.

Lin Hongfei was not in a hurry. He cut his flesh and blood for Tadashi Fujiwara one after another. Although he was not as happy as Ling Chi, he felt relieved when he saw the blood stinging all over his body.

At this time, Lin Hongfei flashed and the eight-sided Han Jian left a wound on Tadao Fujiwara's buttocks.

"This is called Xiaodao's butt, I'll open your eyes!"

Lin Hongfei took a few steps back, stabilized his body, and said something cheap.

Tadao Fujiwara's mentality was completely destroyed. He found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not hurt Lin Hongfei, but instead left many wounds on himself.

Now, the blood that is constantly oozing out has caused him to have signs of excessive blood loss, and the constant vertigo on his brain is eroding his awakeness and mind.

"I can't lose!"

"I am a child of the Fujiwara family, and I must not discredit the family!"

"ah!"

Tadashi Fujiwara roared, with a hideous and painful expression, and frantically swung his samurai sword at Lin Hongfei.

"Come again?"

"Then let you go!"

Lin Hongfei sneered, pulled out several sword flowers in his eight-sided Han sword in his hand, and then suddenly slashed at the samurai sword in Tadashi Fujiwara's hand!

"clang!"

"Click!"

Accompanied by the crisp collision, the samurai sword in Tadashi Fujiwara's hand was cut off by the eight-sided Han sword.

"My knife!"

Seeing this scene, Tadashi Fujiwara's face turned pale, and he seemed to have lost his soul, and he was stunned in place.

The Japanese people around were even more shocked. The Fujiwara family's sword was actually broken. For a samurai, it was no less than losing his second life!

Lin Hongfei sneered, then raised his long sword and stabbed straight at Tadao Fujiwara's vital point!

Seeing that the sword tip was about to pierce Tada Fujiwara's heart, a figure suddenly rushed out and then threw Tada Fujiwara to the ground.

Lin Hongfei stabbed the sky with a sword, then moved his body, waved the eight-sided Han sword again, and attacked the ground.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound of metal collision, a fifty-year-old man wearing traditional Japanese costume drew a knife to block Lin Hongfei's long sword.

"Mr. Lin, you have already won, why do you still have to take human life?"

"Such cruel means are inconsistent with your country's etiquette of repaying grievances with kindness!"

"I hope Mr. Lin can abide by the traditional etiquette of your country!" said the fifty-year-old man with a cold expression.

"Sorry, I don't have the quality and don't understand what it means to repay grudges with kindness!"
Chapter completed!