November 26, 1938, is bound to become a day that Shanghainese will never forget!

On this day, Shanghai’s long-lost arena competition begins!

Jang In-gyu vs. Yano Yaoichi!

China versus Japan!

On this day, Jing'an Temple was bustling with people.

On this day in Shanghai, people are excited!

The referees of the competition are Wan Longxin and Kimura Ayumi, the head of the Japan Joint Chamber of Commerce in Shanghai!

This was also arranged by Kawamoto Kojiro.

He didn't want this competition to have anything to do with the Japanese military forces.

"Kawamoto, we meet again."

Meng Shaoyuan walked up to him with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Meng."

Kawamoto Kojiro also said politely: "It's great to see you here. Please sit down."

"Please, please."

The two people sat down, and Kawamoto Kojiro said seemingly casually: "Mr. Meng is so bold. You are in a high position now. As the person in charge of the military command in Shanghai, you actually show your face like this. Aren't you afraid that someone will assassinate you?"

"I'm not afraid, I'm really not afraid." Meng Shaoyuan replied very seriously: "Have you forgotten that this is a public concession?"

"so what?"

"This is my Shanghai!"

Kawamoto Kojiro said "Oh": "Then, I leave my safety to Mr. Meng."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Meng Shaoyuan clearly felt something different.

Since Kenji Doihara came to Shanghai, reorganization was carried out quickly. Japanese young officers came to power and took over Japan's intelligence work in Shanghai as quickly as possible.

These young officers have obviously changed the situation in which the Japanese intelligence agencies in Shanghai were in trouble with each other, full of contradictions, and even lifeless.

For example, this Kawamoto Kojiro, although he was defeated by himself many times, he was never discouraged.

Even when faced with humiliation, he remained very calm.

"Mr. Meng is Chinese. You must be optimistic about Mr. Zhang Renkui in this competition, right?"

"Yes." Meng Shaoyuan suddenly blinked: "It's not interesting just to watch, how about we take a small gamble?"

"gamble?"

Kawamoto Kojiro was startled, then smiled and said: "We all know that Mr. Meng is rich in Shanghai, is he also interested in small gambling?"

"Flies and mosquitoes are all meat." Meng Shaoyuan answered without hesitation.

Kawamoto Kojiro was a little embarrassed: "But I don't have any money with me."

"Hey, you Japanese don't bring any money when you go out? Are you used to eating for free?" Meng Shaoyuan was a little dissatisfied, and his eyes immediately fell on Kawamoto Kojiro's wrist: "How about we bet on watches?"

"Ah?" Kawamoto Kojiro really didn't expect that Meng Shaoyuan would even bet on this: "Mr. Meng's is a Longines watch, which is worth more than my watch. I'm afraid..."

"I told you, flies and mosquitoes are all meat."

"Okay then." Kawamoto Kojiro felt helpless: "The competition is about to begin."

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"There are no rules in this competition. Whoever falls first will lose!"

The referee explained: "Do you understand?"

"Understood."

"Then you can get your weapons."

Yano Yaoichi's face looked very ugly.

He stretched out his hand and a Japanese sword was handed to him.

He slowly pulled out the sword and carefully handed the scabbard to his subordinate.

He held the handle of the knife with both hands: "Mr. Zhang, where is your weapon?"

Zhang Renkui smiled faintly and stretched out his hand: "Knife!"

Sun Qingsheng came over and handed the cloth-covered weapon into Zhang Renkui's hand.

Zhang Renkui pulled the cloth cover.

A gleaming scythe appeared in front of everyone!

This scythe has been with Zhang Renkui for most of his life. He fought on the battlefield and killed people without calculation. There seemed to be faint traces of blood on the blade!

Zhang Renkui grew up in a poor family and started herding cattle for the landlord's family when he was less than seven years old. Although Zhang Renkui was born black, strong and honest, he was not interested in hunting and killing. When he was not herding cattle, he would sneak to Shenyang alone. In a private school in Zhuangcun, I hid outside the window and eavesdropped on the lectures of an old scholar from the same clan.

Later, the old scholar was moved by his sincerity in studying and took him into a private school. However, Zhang Renkui had not been studying in the private school for long when a sudden disaster broke his desire to study wholeheartedly.

One night, the old scholar's home was robbed by bandits, and the whole family was killed.

Seeing the tragic sight of his mentor's family lying dead in a pool of blood, Zhang Renkui's bloody nature was aroused. This bloody nature made him see the world clearly. It is too difficult for an honest person to survive in troubled times. He can't save his life just by reading the books of sages.

In this way, Zhang Renkui picked up the signature weapon of his life, the sickle! He made a vow to practice martial arts, become a strongman, kill all the bandits in Teng County, and avenge the blood of his old mentor from the private school.

Zhang Renkui has a cousin named Shen Ranqing, who is a rare martial arts generalist in the Lunan area. He is especially knowledgeable in Zhaquan and Xingyiquan.

Zhang Renkui picked up the sickle, and after finding his cousin, he determined with the sword and kowtowed to become his master. This study lasted fourteen years. After he learned martial arts, his neighbors gave him a nickname: "Zhang Da Sickle".

In the fifteenth year of Guangxu's reign, 25-year-old Zhang Renkui took part in the Teng County Wuxiucai Examination under the guidance of his cousin, "Practice martial arts to serve the country, and a martial artist must have a good reputation." With his excellent martial arts, Zhang Renkui came out on top and won a resounding award. "The number one Wu scholar".

After that, through the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, Zhang Renkui became an army general from a martial arts scholar.

This scythe has never left him!

"I heard that Mr. Zhang's sickle skills are extraordinary, and I am honored to learn from him today!" Yano Yaoichi said with murderous intent: "Mr. Zhang, are you really unwilling to serve the Empire of Japan?"

Zhang Renkui stood proudly holding a sword: "I am an upright Chinese, how can I serve Japan!"

"Then you can die!"

Yano Yao firmly grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and his hands actually trembled slightly.

Jang In-kui is not so old that his eyesight is dim.

What's going on? This Japanese seems a little impatient?

He would not know that at this time, Yano Yaoyi's mind was filled with the scene he saw at Shengdong Hotel.

His wife was naked and hugging a man.

What a shame!

This is the greatest shame for a man!

"The competition begins!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, there was thunderous cheers in front of the ring.

"Come on Zhang Renkui! Come on China!" The voices are endless!

"go to hell!"

Yano Yao roared, raised his Japanese sword, and without even the slightest preparation, he rushed straight towards Zhang Renkui!

Nakajo flow knife technique:

Zizhai cuts with one knife!

Full of momentum.

Unfortunately, I exerted too much force and my steps were a little sloppy.

Zhang Renkui sidestepped and struck with the sickle!

A "dang" sound.

The sickle and Japanese sword collided briefly and quickly, and then quickly separated.

The two passed each other and changed positions.

Yano Yao stared at Zhang Renkui with blood-red eyes like a vicious wolf.

"good!"

As the two swords clashed for the first time, cheers erupted from the arena again.

Who is that?

As soon as Yano Yao changed his position, he suddenly saw that under the ring, standing in the front row, were Riko and her man!

Li Zi seemed to be avoiding his gaze.
To be continued...