Chapter 35: Sword Fighting

Lieutenant Fujita was furious and found out that it was a Chinese man after a long time. He pretended to be a pig and slapped himself twice. The lowly Chinese insulted the soldiers of the Japanese Empire in public, which was something that could not be tolerated no matter what.

"Bageya Deer" Lieutenant Fujita cursed, but his Japanese vocabulary was poor, and he just went back and forth, just like the words "Bageya Deer". He was just a louder voice, but even compared to the voice, he could not compare to the hateful Chinese man.

Chen Zikun held a wine glass in one hand and put his hips on his other hand. He spoke in an authentic Kansai accent, and his saliva flew everywhere, making Fujita Yuki's mouth speechless and unable to return it.

Everyone in the dance hall covered their mouths and laughed secretly. A Japanese officer was scolded by a Chinese in Japanese so much that he could not speak. What a funny thing this is. If you contact the Japanese's embarrassment at the Paris Peace Conference, it makes people feel that it is similar.

"It's fine if the Japanese cannot speak English well, but they can't even speak the language of their own country." Lin Changmin said lightly, which immediately caused a burst of laughter around him.

Lin Huiyin asked in a low voice: "Dad, does this person speak Japanese very well?"

It was still my daughter who knew her, Lin Changmin nodded slightly: "His Japanese is quite authentic. If he only heard about it, he would definitely be considered Japanese."

Lin Changmin once studied at Waseda University in Japan for seven years. His Japanese proficiency was so good that his words were naturally very convincing. Lin Huiyin and Lin Wenjing looked at the Chinese young man who was scolding Japanese officers and couldn't help but feel awe.

There were many officials and scholars who were studying in Japan at the scene, and they all nodded secretly, thinking that this young man must have had the experience of studying in Japan.

If they knew that this young man had fluent Japanese in his Kanto horse thief's nest, he would have been shocked.

Lieutenant Fujita's companions surrounded him with drunken eyes. They were all wearing military dresses and sabers. They originally wanted to store the sabers in the cloakroom on this occasion, but the soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire kept their swords away, so they all carried them on them. Now their eyes were red, and they pressed the hilt of the knife, which meant that they would slash this reckless person with one knife.

No one came forward to persuade him. Everyone in the social circle liked the excitement. Europeans and Americans always had mixed up with the disputes between Japanese and Chinese, so the European and American diplomats present also watched the changes. The hotel manager was very anxious and tried to come forward to persuade him, but was frightened by the sharp eyes of the Japanese.

Xiao Shunzi is completely crazy now and is huddled in the corner and dare not show up. He is no longer hoping for his future. Anyway, his job will definitely be ruined. His only hope is that Da Kunzi will not cause too much trouble, and it will be bad if he splatters blood in the Six Kingdoms Hotel.

There were several diplomats from the Japanese embassy at the scene, but they were too lazy to care about this nostalgic business. A few days ago, Chinese diplomat Gu Weijun showed off at the Paris Peace Conference, while their Japanese diplomat Baron Makino was completely disgraced because of his poor speech, so these diplomats were happy that the soldiers took revenge on their behalf.

"Bastard, I want to duel with you!" Lieutenant Fujita took advantage of the time when Chen Zikun was tired of scolding him and drank water.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to do this. I'll practice with you today." Chen Zikun threw away the wine glass, took off the dress and top, and pulled off the curtain cloth that was used as a scarf.

There was a whisper in the dance hall, and the Japanese-speaking people translated their conversation into various languages ​​and spread it. The gentlemen widened their eyes, the ladies covered their chests and shouted my God, and their little fan shook quickly.

It is a blessing that we can still see duel scenes in the 20th century. Everyone feels that today is not in vain.

But some Chinese people secretly say that China is a weak country. Not only is its national strength weak, but its quality is far inferior to that of others. The physique and barbaric spirit of Japanese soldiers are well known worldwide. These semi-civilized guys take a bath in cold water in winter and like to eat raw fish. When they suffer setbacks, they use a knife to cut their belly open. How can I, a humble gentleman in China, be able to defeat Japanese soldiers armed to their teeth?

But some Europeans and Americans who were afraid that the world would not be in chaos had already opened up the place. A large open space was set aside in the center of the dance hall for them to make duels, and the musicians spontaneously played Spanish bullfighting.

"If you apologize now, I can consider forgiveing ​​you." Lieutenant Fujita glanced at Yao Yilei who was trembling beside him, and felt that it would be better to show some gentlemanly demeanor.

Before Chen Zikun could speak, Yao Yilei jumped up: "Don't apologize, beat him to death! Beat this little Japanese to death."

Fujita Katsuki was furious and glared.

Yao Yilei hurriedly hid behind Chen Zikun, showed her little head and made a face that looked at Fujita Yuki.

"Ms. I'm not allowed to apologize, so don't find a way out for yourself." Chen Zikun also sneered.

Fujita felt a little fever on his face. He quickly took off his short top, took off his sabre and held it in his hand, and pointed at Chen Zikun: "You can choose a weapon."

Chen Zikun said to everyone in the dance hall: "Who borrows a brother's sword envoy?"

"I!" The Beiyang general who had greeted Chen Zikun responded and quickly walked to the cloakroom to pick up his sword.

Everyone recognizes that this is the hottest figure today, General Xu Shuzheng, Deputy Director of the Beiyang Army, and Chief Think Tank and General Duan.

Xu Shuzheng took the sword and threw it to Chen Zikun in the air: "Catch the sword!"

Chen Zikun caught it, pulled out a piece of sword body, and couldn't help but praise: "Good sword!"

The general's sword is a natural extraordinary thing, with a sword hilt wrapped in golden silk, a sword body with exquisite patterns, a scabbard made of stainless steel, and a layer of warm yellow cowhide on the outside.

Fujita Yuki slowly pulled his sword out of the sheath. Although his sword looked like a Western command knife, it was completely different in essence. It was just a Japanese sword strip with a Western knife outfit. Although the Fujita family was not considered a family, it was also a serious samurai. This knife was passed down by his great-grandfather, and there was even a name called Kikuto Maru.

The companion brought a glass of strong wine over. Fujita Yuki's face tightened and poured the strong wine on the blade. The clear wine flowed down the sharp blade, giving people a gorgeous and cruel feeling.

"This knife is ready to see blood." Some people whispered.

Lin Wenjing couldn't help but grab Lin Huiyin's hand, and she was very worried for the uncle she had just met.

"It's okay, we will definitely win." Although Lin Huiyin is a few years younger than Lin Wenjing, she is much calmer. Instead, she pats her sister's palms to comfort her.

Seeing these Japanese people looking serious, Yao Yilei, the initiator of the whole incident, couldn't help but be a little scared. She raised her toes and bit her ears at Chen Zikun: "If you can't beat us, just run away, my car is outside."

Chen Zikun didn't say anything and squeezed his eyes at her.

Yao Yilei felt her heart beating wildly.

Fujita Yuki had already set his posture, holding the knife in both hands, spreading his feet forward and backward, and the standard Japanese kendo started.

Chen Zikun also drew out his sword and played a few sword flowers casually. Some people who had a little research on Chinese martial arts at the scene were shocked. Isn’t this the Taiyi Xuanmen sword technique of the Wudang Sect?

"Let's get in the fight." Chen Zikun hooked up at Fujita Yuki.

"Ah~~" Fujita Yuki raised his Japanese knife and rushed over with a strange cry. Everyone's nerves tense, staring at the field with wide eyes, while some ladies with weak willpower closed their eyes and muttered words in their mouths, praying that there would not be any bleeding incidents.

Lin Wenjing even closed her eyes and didn't dare to look, but Lin Huiyin widened her eyes and tiptoed, for fear of missing any details.

Xiao Shunzi hid in the corner holding a string of Buddhist beads, with a cross hanging around his neck, and kept muttering, "The Buddha God, the Supreme Lord, Guanyin, will you bless Da Kunzi, don't have any trouble."

Seeing Fujita rushing over, Chen Zikun wanted to cut his throat with a sword, but then he thought that because this dog-dream life affected Xiao Shunzi's work, he made a decision in a flash. With a lightning flash, he tripped under his feet, and Lieutenant Fujita immediately fell and ate his shit.

It is no wonder that today's Japanese soldiers are no longer learning kendo as before. Their energy is mainly focused on gun shooting and staff business, and they can only practice assassination techniques in cold weapons. Although Fujita Hiroshi was not drunk, it does not mean that his mind is very clear. After drinking, his reaction ability will definitely be much worse than usual, so he was caught by Chen Zikun's move.

Chen Zikun didn't give him the chance to get up. He kicked the knife in Fujita's hand away and then stepped on his back hard.

"Baga, the sword path is so abandoned. Just with your ability, you want to challenge me. You should be enlightened!"

Fujita was scolded so much that he couldn't speak. He really lost and lost.

A burst of thunderous applause broke out in the dance hall. Although there was no wonderful sword fighting scene, the ending of defeating the enemy with one move was in line with everyone's expectations. The Chinese, European and American people all applauded, but the faces of several Japanese diplomats became ashen.

"Hi, you can do it." Yao Yilei jumped excitedly, and the little star was almost in her eyes when she looked at Chen Zikun.

"I mean little." Chen Zikun shook his eyes at Yao Yilei again, actually mocking her for not recognizing her, but it made Miss Yao feel a different ambiguous feeling.

The trouble is very bad, and if the trouble continues, his identity will be exposed. Chen Zikun picked up his coat and was about to escape from the scene. When he unfolded his dress and top and put it on his body, Yao Yilei was going crazy. This windy man was really handsome beyond imagination. His waist was so flexible and powerful, his legs were so long and strong, and his eyes were so shining and cynical.

Miss Yao, who has always been fascinated by others, is now confused by others.

Chen Zikun put on his coat and threw the sword back to Xu Shuzheng: "Thank you, General."

Then he was about to leave, and suddenly the hotel manager walked over surrounded by several Japanese diplomats and Indian guards.

"Sir, can you check out your invitation?" said the British manager politely.
Chapter completed!