"Who is the owner here?" Before Yang Guang could answer, a very different Chinese voice sounded.

When I turned around and looked around, I saw several stout Asian people coming up from the stairs, but their expressions were not friendly.

The person in front of me was in his thirties, with a beard and a strong build, and he was holding a bright red invitation card in his hand.

"I am." Uncle Yang stood up proudly.

"I am entrusted by the owner of our Huanwu Shinto Kendo Hall, and I hope to make an appointment with you to discuss martial arts."

"Our Huanwu Shinto Kendo Gym has just opened nearby, so our gym owner would like to visit the surrounding Asian martial arts comrades and jointly promote our Asian martial arts in this land." The man in front of him said respectfully in awkward Chinese.

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Yang Guang, a member of the team and a native of Japan, looked at these people with interest.

I didn't expect that the scene I saw on the movie actually happened.

This is a newly opened kendo gym that wants to step on other people's shoulders to get to the top.

Yang Guang didn't know that all kinds of martial arts came to the United States to grab stalls and land, and it was extremely normal to compete in the gym. Even Chinese martial arts sects were quarreling with each other all day long.

"Okay, I'll let you host set a date, I'll take it," Master Yang said calmly, since ancient times he never gave in to those who kicked the hostel.

"As the challenging party, you should decide the date." The man in front of him bowed fiercely and said.

Master Yang tapped the table gently, thinking about the days of the competition.

"No need, just today," Yang Guang suddenly interrupted, "tell your host to get here."

I will set off again in a few days. How could I miss such a thing, Yang Guang thought to himself.

Several people looked at each other, especially the Japanese, who looked very angry when they heard Yang Guang's arrogant words.

"Yang Guang" The uncle frowned and looked at Yang Guang with questioning eyes.

"Uncle, I have been practicing spear skills for a while. Just to test the results, I will fight in your place."

"This" Master Yang hesitated quite a bit.

Japan's Kendo is not as famous in the world as Japan's Judo.

But in Japan, kendo is much more important than judo. It can be said to be the mainstream martial art. Even ninjas and so on are branches of kendo.

Japan's swordsmanship is very fierce, and its combat power completely surpasses judo.

And since the other party dares to come to play in the gym, he must have some strength, but Master Yang is afraid that Yang Guang will suffer a loss.

"You are worthy of competing with our master. How about you let me, Ota Heishichiro, try your kung fu?" The strong man in front of him took off his suit and said fiercely.

He also seems to have a fiery personality.

"It's a little narrow here. I'll go out and compete." After Yang Guang finished speaking, he pulled out a spear and went down first.

Since they were practicing kendo and used guns, how could they do it with bare hands?

Yang Guang would never do such a stupid thing.

"Okay." Shichiro took a Japanese samurai sword from the person behind him and followed him.

Master Yang saw that Yang Guang was not competing with the opponent's gym leader, so he had no objection. He still had some confidence in Yang Guang's martial arts.

There is a small square downstairs, with major roads on both sides. It is a lively time now, with people and cars coming and going.

Yang Guang held a spear and was more than ten meters away from Ohta Heishichiro. They looked at each other angrily from a distance.

All the foreigners who were practicing boxing in the martial arts gym came down to watch the fun, and the pedestrians and vehicles on both sides of the road also stopped.

Even many Chinese businessmen in the Chinatown across the street knew that there was a martial arts competition here, so they put down their work and ran over.

After a while, the two people fighting were surrounded by people from three levels inside and three outside, and even the traffic was blocked.

The two stout foreign cavalrymen were not interested in directing traffic, so they squeezed through the crowd to watch.

This is what Yang Guang wants.

"Ha" "Ah"

The two shouted at the same time and rushed towards each other.

Ohta Heishichiro, holding a sharp samurai sword on his shoulder, walked forward quickly sideways.

Yang Guang held a spear in front of him and ran a few steps. When he saw that the distance was almost there, he suddenly jumped into the air more than three meters high.

As Ohta Heishichiro ran, he had to raise his head and look down at Yang Guang, his expression already blank.

The foreigners on the three floors around were also stunned. The world high jump champion couldn't jump so high. It seems that the Qing Gong in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" is not fake.

Although Yang Guang learned more gentle marksmanship from Master Yang, he had no intention of using it on this person.

Yang Guang in the air poured all his strength and the aura of heaven and earth into his hands, and then suddenly swung the three-meter-long big gun towards Ota Heishichiro's head.

During the rapid swing of the spear, it actually made a hissing sound as it shot through the air.

Heishichiro saw the lightning-fast spear swinging down, but he had no time to dodge because both sides were rushing forward quickly.

At this moment, he was holding the samurai sword at his shoulder, and he moved the long sword horizontally, intending to block Yang Guang's attack.

"Pah!" The head of the spear and the samurai sword hit each other, making a huge sound of gold and iron.

Ohta Heishichiro felt an incomparable force coming from the katana, so much so that he could not grasp the handle of the sword, and the katana was shot to the ground.

However, the force of the spear continued unabated, and it hit his shoulder again in an instant.

Heishichiro felt that his shoulder was broken, and the huge force brought by the spear made him unable to stand, and he knelt directly on the ground.

Then his throat felt sweet, and he leaned forward again, spitting out a mouthful of blood and lying on the ground.

With just one move, Yang Guang was completely victorious. (To be continued.)

ps: It has been very hard to write recently, because it involves more information about daily life than the plot of fantasy.
Chapter completed!