"You...you...why haven't you left yet?" Sato stared at the person in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.
"I would like to leave, but Sato-san is so kind to you. I can't even leave even if I want to!" The visitor calmly walked to the opposite side of Sato and sat down.
"Okay, okay, okay," Sato said three more good words in succession, the shock on his face fleeting, "Date-kun, you are indeed the best spy in the empire!"
The person who came was none other than Geng Chaozhong. Not long after he walked out of Hua Xiong's house in Gudi, he noticed a large number of people gathering in this direction. He was heartbroken and simply sneaked back into the Mitsui Iron Works!
"No, it's not the empire, it's China," Geng Chaozhong corrected Sato's mistake, "Of course, I have to thank you. If you hadn't sent everyone out, I wouldn't have walked into this first floor.
Easy!" Geng Chaozhong chuckled, but his sharp eyes did not miss Sato's every move.
"I was wrong, I was wrong again," Sato sighed, "You are always walking in a blind corner of your mind, and I can't figure you out."
"It doesn't matter, I'm afraid you won't have to worry so much in the future." Geng Chaozhong smiled, a bit sarcastically.
"Date-kun, you are my subordinate. I have always known that your skills are very good, but I have never really seen it. It seems that I have a chance today." Sato also had a sarcastic smile on his lips.
"Oh?" Geng Chaozhong looked at Sato, who had already loosened the buttons on his collar and twisted his neck.
"I didn't hear the gunfire, and I'm afraid you didn't dare to shoot either," Sato slowly took off his coat, revealing the rugged muscles on his body, "Then, let's have a duel between men today!"
Bang!
A short knife was thrown to the ground by Geng Chaozhong, with a bit more respect on his face, "It turns out that Sato-san is also a master, but are you proficient in Aikido? Or Jiu-Jitsu?"
"In the eleventh year of Taisho, I became a disciple of Mr. Morihei Ueshiba, and I was the first disciple of Reigen Aikido." Sato's expression was solemn and proud. "In the seventh year of Showa, I was one of the eight professors at the Tokyo Imperial Dojo.
One of the artists."
"Nice to meet you. It turns out that I am a disciple of Master Morihei Ueshiba." Geng Chaozhong's expression also became serious.
Morihei Ueshiba was the founder of Japanese Aikido. He was officially established in 1922, the eleventh year of Taisho. This kung fu was deeply loved by Japanese soldiers and could be said to be the most popular kung fu school within the Japanese army at that time.
But Geng Chaozhong didn't expect that Sato was also immersed in this and was the first disciple of Morihei Ueshiba!
"What about you, Date-kun?" Sato tightened his belt, "Until now, I don't even know your name."
"Geng Chaozhong, studied under Baji Grandmaster Huo Diange." Geng Chaozhong took off his military police uniform, revealing the white vest underneath. His seemingly thin torso was compact and dense, and seemed to contain an explosive power.
"Huo Diange, the martial arts instructor of Emperor Datong?" Sato was stunned, "I met him when I was in Manchuria."
"Not bad," Geng Chaozhong threw his clothes aside, cupped his fists towards Sato and said, "Sato-san, thank you for your continued trust."
"I can become an Imperial Major General before I'm forty, thanks to your help, Mr. Geng." Sato bowed slightly.
The two people's eyes crossed each other, and there was a cold smile on the corners of their mouths.
"Hey!"
Sato kicked out, but instead of kicking Geng Chaozhong, he kicked the desk behind him. The desk was hit hard by Sato, and the thick wooden board immediately tore apart and slid backwards.
It didn't stop until it hit the wall.
"This way the space will be larger." Sato put his feet back and sneered.
Geng Chaozhong's pupils shrank slightly. Sato's power was unexpectedly strong. It seemed that his status as the first disciple of Aikido was not in vain.
"Does your foot hurt?" Geng Chaozhong took a breath and looked at Sato's right foot curiously.
"Baga..." Sato's eyes flashed fiercely, his left foot suddenly stopped, and his body suddenly pressed forward - he finally took action!
"Hai! Come on!" Sato lunged and punched, hitting two heavy blows in succession. The punch was fierce and fast, hitting Geng Chaozhong's jaw and temple directly.
Although Aikido also emphasizes on attacking later, its first attack is equally fast and fierce!
The wave of air hitting his face was suffocating, but Geng Chaozhong did not take a step back. He stretched out his palm and patted it down gently. Sato's two heavy punches instantly changed their direction and became insignificant.
"Hey!" Another whip kick, Geng Chaozhong swiped his palm and blocked Sato's fatal blow again.
Sato missed three consecutive strikes and quickly retreated, hoping to avoid Geng Chaozhong's counterattack, but Geng Chaozhong did not take action, but quietly observed Sato's every move.
"I heard that Bajiquan is a fierce boxing technique." Sato was a little surprised by Geng Chaozhong's reaction.
"Well," Geng Chaozhong nodded and rubbed his fists, "I just want to see the difference between the Aikido of this era and what I know."
"In this era, what's the difference?" Sato's eyes flashed with confusion, but he immediately realized that this was probably Geng Chaozhong's words that deliberately disturbed his mind.
"Go!" Just when Sato was stunned for a moment, Geng Chaozhong took action.
A fist rushed towards Sato's cheek like a thunderbolt. The speed was so fast that it completely exceeded Sato's imagination. Sato's hair stood on end, his body shrank, his head tilted violently, and the fist barely hit Sato's eyes - but
This is already the limit of this punch's power!
Sato smiled slightly and was about to strike back, but the fist that was already at the end of a powerful crossbow suddenly turned into a palm. He bent forward and pecked Sato's eyes fiercely. Sato was horrified and shrank back again.
The palm of his hand was raised slightly, and there was a soft "pop" sound, brushing across Sato's cheek.
"Baga!" Sato was furious.
This attack was weak, but the soft sound was like a slap on Sato's face. Sato could no longer bear it, cursed, and grabbed Geng Chaozhong's right hand that was being withdrawn.
He caught it easily.
Because Geng Chaozhong’s right hand did not retract at all...
Sato was slightly startled, but he didn't have time to think about it. He exerted force with one arm and pulled Geng Chaozhong into his arms - this was the instinct of a Aikido warrior, because Aikido itself was born out of jujitsu.
Wrestling is his basic skill!
Next, he will carry Geng Chaozhong's arm to his shoulder, and then with a slight twist, the opponent's arm will be broken. Finally, it will be a big back-cross to win - Sato has a ferocious smile on his face.
call!
Things were not as Sato thought. The moment he pulled the opponent's arm, Geng Chaozhong suddenly jumped up and wrapped his feet around Sato's arm like an octopus. Sato had never seen such a weird move before.
He shook his hands violently, trying to get rid of Geng Chaozhong's entanglement, but it was too late!
Geng Chaozhong made a magical flip in the air and rode on Sato's shoulders. Sato couldn't help but fall to the ground, and what covered his face was the opponent's huge buttocks!
"Kala!"
Sato, who had lost all sight, felt a sharp pain. His right arm, which was strangled by Geng Chaozhong's legs, was completely out of control of his body!
Immediately afterwards, there were several more crisp sounds of broken bones, and Sato's eyes went dark. He wanted to scream, but his face was completely covered by the opponent's buttocks, and he could hardly make any sound; he wanted to struggle, but only
He could maintain a barely balanced balance with his left hand; he wanted to fight back, but the only thing he could hit seemed to be the opponent's buttocks.
The intense humiliation and frustration made Sato's heart seem to fall into a bottomless abyss. He never expected that the opponent did not use any traditional Chinese martial arts at all, but used a kind of Japanese jujitsu, but it was definitely not Japanese jujitsu.
wrestling skills!
The light suddenly appeared, and Sato finally saw Geng Chaozhong's eyes looking back, but at this time, he had lost any strength to resist. In this short moment, Geng Chaozhong had dismantled all the joints of his right arm.
It was smashed, even the knuckles of the palm were not spared.
"This is not Bajiquan, you are lying to me..."
Sato lay on the ground and looked at Geng Chaozhong desperately.
"Well, I'm sorry, I lied to you again." Geng Chaozhong nodded seriously.
"Haha," a sad smile appeared at the corner of Sato's mouth. Although he still had a left arm that could be used, he had lost the courage to win. He stared into Geng Chaozhong's eyes and asked angrily: "Can you tell me, you
What type of jujitsu is this?"
"Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu was born out of Japanese Jiu-Jitsu," Geng Chaozhong explained seriously, "Want to learn? I can teach you."
