Chapter 109: Kicking the Hall

  Ryūtō Street is the most famous old street in LSK, with many wooden buildings built during World War II that have been well preserved. The street is lined with assembly halls, martial arts gyms and fitness centers, and the dojo of the Ittoryu school is located in the middle of this street.

  Ito Ittoryu, although it has the character for "knife", is actually a Japanese sword school. It was founded by Ito Ittosai, a master swordsman of Japan, and later developed into one of Japan's mainstream martial arts schools.

  Staring at the entrance with a gleaming sign that read "One Knife Flow" in three large characters, Han Yu's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he stepped inside.

  The two students at the entrance had already noticed him, and when they saw him coming over, someone immediately helped open the door for him, then someone slightly bowed and respectfully said: "Hello, sir!"

  Han Yu didn't even glance at the two of them, and walked straight in. At this time, he had a small mustache stuck to the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows raised slightly upwards, and his whole person seemed to have matured by five or six years. With every step, a natural and effortless air of majesty flowed out from him.

  He did so, first because he was curious about that Shao Yang, and secondly because of his deep-seated disgust for the Japanese.

  He had always been happy to take care of Japan-related matters along the way.

  Of course, on the premise that it won't bring any trouble to himself. He doesn't want to have hundreds of Japanese assassins following him every day when he goes out, so he made some adjustments to his appearance and became a completely different person from before!

  The two students at the door opened their mouths and looked at his back with a silly gaze, seeing for the first time a Z countryman who was so arrogant in the martial arts hall.

  After passing through a narrow and long wooden screen, I saw a spacious martial arts training ground with an area of hundreds of square meters. The noise in my ears suddenly became loud, and I saw nearly a hundred young people wearing white uniforms, divided into three groups, some practicing fist and footwork, others wielding wooden swords, and still others engaging in throwing and shouting exercises, creating a lively atmosphere.

  Apart from dozens of Japanese coaches and a dozen or so team members, the rest were all people from Country Z, which made Han Yu's eyes flash with a faint hint of anger and a soft sigh.

  Right next to this Iaido dojo is a Yang-style Tai Chi martial arts school. Although I didn't go inside, just looking at the entrance, I could feel the chilliness inside.

  He originally thought that young people today couldn't bear hardships, but he didn't expect them to run here.

  Why don't you learn the good martial arts of Country Z, but instead follow a group of dwarfs to learn what kind of crappy swordsmanship? Don't they know what blood is flowing in their bodies?

  If their ancestors who fought to the death with the Japanese back then were to see them, they would be so angry that they'd jump out of their graves. These unfilial descendants are unbearable!

  As I walked along the empty road of the martial arts arena, a beautiful woman with a sweet appearance, wearing a short skirt and stockings, came over. She bowed slightly to Han Yuwei and smiled sweetly, saying softly: "Sir, are you looking for someone or here to observe and learn?"

  Han Yu just glanced at him and then shifted his gaze back to the court, nodding: "Take a look. Is it okay?"

  "Of course, you can, but I still suggest that if you have time, you might as well take some time to learn it. Firstly, it can strengthen your body and mind. In modern society, the competition is so fierce, without a good body and energy, it will be very difficult. Moreover, even if you achieve success and fame, you need to have a strong body to enjoy it."

  The girl blinked ambiguously, having seen many people who had gradually climbed to the ranks of successful people while working here. In their previous struggles, they couldn't avoid being drained by the temptations of tobacco and alcohol, and now they want to make up for it, but each one is hindered by their pride, often making excuses when they come in! Money from such people is naturally the easiest to earn.

  She flashed a faint smile and continued in her gentle voice: "Secondly, learn some skills to defend yourself. You never know when you might need them. Please, this way, let me introduce you to the history of our martial arts school. The Ichimonji style has a history of over 300 years, it's one of the rarest martial arts styles in the world...

  Han Yu let out a loud laugh, "Three hundred years, is it really that long?"

  "It's alright, you don't need to introduce it to me anymore. I'll just go and experience it for myself. If I feel like it's doable, then I'll sign up to learn this Ichimonji style too, no big deal!" Han Yu said with a light smile.

  "Feeling? Okay, wait a minute." The girl smiled and had previously also suggested that someone come on stage to feel the difficulty. He took Hanyu as such a person, so he hurriedly went to tell a Japanese coach a few words, and the coach immediately looked at Hanyu.

  Before long, the girl ran over and excitedly expressed the news that the coach had already agreed to. Han Yu walked over with a calm face, the young man opposite him was a third-degree black belt in karate, and even in this dojo, he was considered a top-notch player.

  "Sir, I'll do my best to attack you!" said the proud Japanese coach after bowing.

  His students had already stopped moving, standing aside with a look of watching the excitement. While others were still training, apparently not paying attention to this matter.

  Han Yu raised an eyebrow on purpose and said in surprise: "To you?"

  "Alright, use your fists and hit me with all your might!" The coach's Chinese was a bit awkward, at least it sounded that way to Han Yu. He didn't want to hear any more, so he swung out his fist: "You'd better be careful then!"

  That Japanese coach had an arrogant face and even had the opportunity to say to his students: "You all take a good look!"

  As he spoke, he looked at Han Yu's fist and moved his hands forward, preparing to block his way.

  Just then, Han Yu's fist suddenly accelerated and shot out from his sealed hand. Under his shocked gaze, it ruthlessly smashed into his chin.

  Pfft!

  The unlucky coach's body was thrown backward, still in mid-air, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he fell to the ground, fainting away. His hands were still making a blocking motion.

  After a brief silence, a burst of noise suddenly erupted, accompanied by a woman's shrill scream...

  "What's going on?" The Japanese coaches reacted quickly, and more than a dozen of them rushed over. When they saw their companion lying on the ground, their faces suddenly turned ugly.

  "Sir, are you here to cause trouble?" a tall and somewhat stout Japanese man said coldly to Han Yu.

  "It was him who made me punch with all my might, I didn't expect him to be so vulnerable. If I had known earlier, I would have used less force!" Han Yu shook his head and sighed.

  The Japanese opposite him was so enraged that his nose twisted, and he shouted loudly: "Nonsense! With the skills of Beicheng Jun, how could you defeat him?"

  "How am I supposed to know?" Han Yu rolled her eyes and said lightly: "Probably because he's too weak."

  "Ah!" The Japanese saw him turn around and walk away, and like a toad, he jumped up and punched his back.

  Han Yu let out a cold hum, and although he didn't turn his head back, the sound of his hum was accompanied by a ruthless kick that struck the opponent's chest. Seeing fresh blood, Han Yu coldly said, "The sword path of Yidao, is it really meant for people to launch sneak attacks from behind?"

  "Bagua, gather around!" A coach from Japan finally reacted and as soon as he spoke, the coaches and students around him immediately sprang into action.

  Just then, a stern shout rang out: "Halt!"

  Everyone stopped moving, Han Yu followed the sound and looked over, only to see a 20-year-old young man walking over with several calm Japanese men. Apparently, the master and the real boss had arrived.

  As expected, the young man walked up to Han Yu and scanned his body with a glance before bowing slightly and saying: "I am Liu Sheng Cang, the master of this humble abode. My men are rough and impolite, please forgive their transgressions!"

  "If you know they're so rough, why let them come out and be coaches? Isn't that misleading the students?" Han Yu narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "And knowing it's misleading the students, yet still deceiving people here, I think it's time to shut down!"

  The young man named Liu Sheng Shallow Grass was taken aback, his face gradually darkening as he stared at Han Yu, slightly furrowing his brow and saying: "Sir's meaning doesn't seem like you're here to make friends, but rather to challenge the master!"

  "Ah, finally a sensible one! You've been pretending to be refined for half the day, but you're suffocating me!" Han Yu smiled slightly and said bluntly: "That's right, we're here to challenge the master!"

  Yeah, book friend Old Jin has become a dad, what great news! When the baby is 100 days old, I'll add an extra chapter to celebrate for you! Hehe, here Little Wolf wishes Old Jin a happy and fulfilling life...