April 29th, misty rain.

Between a mountain and river in the suburbs of Tokyo, there is a huge temple like a temple. There is a plaque that is a bit old, with three large Japanese characters on it:

Preaching hall.

The Order Hall is the largest jujitsu dojo in Japan founded by the famous Japanese jiu-jitsu artist Kana Jigoro during the Meiji Restoration period of Japan, and is also a core of Japanese martial arts.

If there is a genre battle between karate, judo, especially modern judo, was almost created and promoted by Kanajigoro. In 1946, as the host country of the Olympic Games, Japan could add a competitive project. The Japanese government truly pushed the judo competition to the world stage. Since then, judo has become popular all over the world as a world-class fighting. In Japan, judo is also the largest martial arts school.

If we want to describe the status of the preaching hall, it is probably the Shaolin Temple in China.

At noon, it was still drizzling in the sky. A dark car quietly turned into the quiet landscape. Qin Mu leaned on the window and looked at the surrounding scenery. Tang Zichen didn't say a word, sat in the driver's seat, steadily holding the steering wheel.

"Look at these beautiful mountains and rivers, but unfortunately, we are so ugly." Qin Mu suddenly said with a smile.

Since Tang Zichen became familiar with him two days ago, he actually found that this person was a little dark-hearted. When he heard his pretending words, he just rolled his eyes in the rearview mirror.

The two of them came to the gate of the Taoist temple. Before they could knock on the door, they heard the gate, which was about two meters high, open itself. A large passage appeared in front of Qin Mu, leading directly to the interior of the Taoist temple.

The two of them are very skilled and brave, and ignore them, step over the threshold, and walk into the dojo of the stadium.

As soon as I entered the door, my eyes suddenly became clear, and the dojo, like a giant gymnasium, appeared in front of me.

Countless slight breathing sounds came and fell into Qin Mu's ears one by one. Tens of thousands of people gathered in the entire Taoist temple at this time.

However, they were divided into several large square formations, each with its own unified costumes, kendo, judo, karate, nindo, and even Qin Mu saw many small schools that had never heard of before.

They sat on the ground around the huge dojo. The thousands of people were motionless and all looked solemn.

Thousands of people just sat quietly without making a sound. Although it was quiet, the pressure it put on people was unprecedentedly amazing.

This is not only the essence of the gyasuites, but also the entire Japanese martial arts community, here.

When they saw Qin Mu walking in, they seemed to have rehearsed. They took out a white turban from their chests and tied them to their heads. The same three words were all on them: Yamato Soul.

Faced with Qin Mu's strength, these warriors gave the answer with silence:

Even if the body is destroyed, martial arts will not die!

Their entire spirit and temperament seemed to be melted into a piece of meditation, giving the invading enemies the most resolute resistance. Although they did not say a word, their murderous intent was expressed in their eyes without missing a word.

Qin Mu and the others, facing the malice that was coming, felt as if they had fallen into the Nine Nether Hell. Millions of evil ghosts were looking at them, wishing they could eat their flesh and drink their blood.

Just now, a faint singing sound came from the room. Dozens of men in priest uniforms gently shook the magic weapon in their hands and sang the soul-suppressing song that Yunlang sang that night.

I saw a man in a white Taoist wardrobe with the Yamato Soul turban on his head, walking forward, handed Qin Mu a document, and said in pure Chinese: "I Igayuan, today I will give you a place in the gym, and ask Mr. Zhang to fight!"

Behind him was a group of people dressed like him and looked tragic. They also held the document in their hands, bowed together, and handed it to Qin Mu.

When Qin Mu looked, he saw that it was written on it: "Fair competition, life and death are not up to date."

Iga Yuan continued: "There are 63 martial arts masters in Japan. Please give me advice. We will fight with Mr. Zhang separately. After one game, if we unfortunately lose, and after Mr. Zhang is resting, I will be able to compete again. We have arranged residences for the two of you. This competition is not limited to the length of time."

"Only, when we win by chance, or if we are collectively broken, the end is the day."

At this moment, the thousands of disciples behind him suddenly shouted: "I'll wait for death, Yamato! I'll wait for life, Yamato!"

Tang Zichen was shocked when she saw this scene. She had tried her best to overestimate the influence of the Japanese Bushido spirit on warriors. When she saw this scene, she truly understood why Japan had become a learner of Chinese civilization to a promoter of the martial arts spirit. Even now, in the world, the influence of Japanese martial arts is to some extent stronger than Chinese martial arts.

She had already realized in her heart that unless Qin Mu could kill everyone in this battle, as long as this martial arts spirit that was threatened by Qin Mu spread, Japanese martial arts would definitely have a day to rise again.

Tang Zichen couldn't help but look at Qin Mu with concern. Such a battle was no longer a competition between people, but a duel between one person and a nation.

People will be destroyed when they die, but a nation can never be said to be defeated as long as it is still alive.

But when Qin Mu suddenly laughed, he said, "The Master said, 'The Tao is there, even if there are thousands of people, I will go!" Today I finally understood what kind of style this is. Since you want to compete in martial arts, why should you come one by one!"

After saying that, he picked up the brush handed over by Igayuan, walked to a white courtyard wall in the dojo, and wrote a few big words on his wrist, and saw the above book:

Life and death have destiny, and the way of heaven is better.

He turned to the people sitting on the ground and said, "If you want to compete with me, just sign the wall, I'll wait!"

After saying that, he wrote the words Zhang Wei in a flash.

However, Iga Yuan's face changed drastically and he said gritting his teeth: "Mr. Zhang is so arrogant, can you tell how can one man win a thousand troops?"

Qin Mu suddenly turned to look at him, laughed again, and said, "Only you, Japan, are there people in Japan? If I die today, I will have people in China who avenge me. If one generation fails, there will be another generation. The way of heaven will eventually be repaid. Do you know how long did I wait for this moment?"

"The descendants of Yan and Huang never forget their kindness and grudges. After you truly atone for the thousands of dead souls, the blood and tears that we passed on from generation to generation will flow dry."

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