Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Chapter 151 Madness (The Killing Begins! Requesting Monthly Tickets!)
Nobunaga Sato shut up and waited quietly for the remaining people from Chen Zhan's side to come out and sign.

Huo Diange and Zhao Yuting came out and signed their names.

Xiong Hanshan stepped forward, and the imposing man with the iron tower walked out from behind and signed his name.

That leaves only one spot.

Everyone looked at Chen Zhan, because it was agreed that they would follow his arrangements completely.

Chen Zhan didn't speak. Gong Ruomei walked over from a distance and just arrived. When she got closer, she exchanged a glance with Chen Zhan.

Write your name on the contract of life and death.

The onlookers gasped in surprise. Gong Ruomei was quite famous in Fengtian. The matter involving the old master Gong Baotian and his senior brother Ma San had caused quite a stir, and everyone knew about it.

Hayato Mitsui had previously wanted to challenge Miyako Takarazuka, so he naturally knew about her and was acquainted with Miyako Wakame.

His gaze shifted slightly, not looking at Gong Ruomei, but towards the distance, at the three-story teahouse in the old town of Fengtian Middle Street, which overlooked the entire martial arts arena.

The teahouse has been surrounded by the Northeast Army.

On the third floor of the teahouse, through the opening and closing wooden windows, several men in military uniforms were watching the stage.

Chen Zhan also sensed the gaze on him, turned his head and saw the three people he had met on the train on the way here: the staff officer surnamed Yang on the left, Yu Zhihao on the right, and another young man on the right.

A young man, not yet thirty, stood guard in the middle, his brows furrowed as he scrutinized the stage.

Chen Zhan met his gaze, neither of them backing down. Sparks flew in the air as their eyes met, each with their own thoughts.

But only for a moment, Chen Zhan shifted his gaze. There was an old man on the second-floor terrace eating something, his eyes occasionally drifting in this direction. Chen Zhan's spiritual sense was so sensitive that he could distinguish the strength of different people's gazes.

It was noticed instantly.

The old man also saw Chen Zhan, glanced at him for a moment, then turned back to continue eating.

On the third floor,
The young man said to Staff Officer Yang beside him, "Is he the newly appointed leader of the Fengtian martial arts world?"

The middle-aged man replied, "Young Marshal, yes, he is the grand-disciple of Xingyi master Liu Lanqi. He just returned from the south recently, and we met briefly on the way."

"Oh? Is that the guy you mentioned? The one who single-handedly killed dozens of bandits and saved the three of you?"

"Yes, it's him."

"He doesn't seem as composed as Grandmaster Gong. Can he fight?"

"Compared to Grandmaster Gong," Staff Officer Yang dared not say, but Yu Zhihao beside him said, "Yes, he is stronger than Grandmaster Gong. Young Marshal, you'll know once you see it."

"Alright, let's see. The Japanese outside the city aren't making any moves, are they?"

"No, they're all keeping an eye on things, young marshal, don't worry."

"Where's Tanaka?"

"This...who knows where he is? I bet he's hiding somewhere. That old fox is far more cautious than the dead Fujiwara."

Chen Zhan turned around and contacted Staff Officer Yang beforehand. Yang had agreed to help maintain order during the competition, but that was all.

The details of how they subsequently killed Tanaka Taro could not be revealed.

That would be contrary to the Northeast Army's policy of maintaining stability, and would have the opposite effect. Chen Zhan would not expect the other party to help him.

After withdrawing his gaze, he no longer felt any other special gaze. It seemed that Tanaka Taro had not yet arrived, otherwise, with his keen senses, he would not have been completely unaware of it.

Mitsui Hayato nodded, and Sato Nobunaga and Chiba Eijiro each led their men forward to sign the life-and-death contract.

Only one card remained, and it was of Mitsui Hayato.

“You don’t need to sign it. No one can pose a threat to you,” Nobunaga Sato said.

“That’s right, you don’t need to do anything, Lord Hayato!” several others said.

But Mitsui Hayato shook his head and said, "Rules are rules. Everyone must abide by the rules I set."

With a few quick strokes, he signed his name.

Everyone else uses Japanese names, but he writes his name in Chinese.

"Then let's begin officially, Mr. Chen."

When Mitsui Hayato extended his hand, Chen Zhan did not extend his hand, but instead clasped his hands in a fist salute. Handshakes have never been a Chinese etiquette.

In the martial arts world, the proper greeting is the cupped-fist salute.

At this moment, the camera kept clicking, taking more than a dozen photos in a row.

The expressions of both the Chinese and Japanese people on stage were captured clearly.

The two men, one extending his hand and the other clasping his hands in a fist salute, had a smile on their faces, while Chen Zhan remained expressionless.

Behind the two men, their respective warriors stood ready, swords drawn and bows raised.

This photograph, which captured the moment, circulated widely afterward and is considered the beginning of the complete rise of Chinese martial arts.

This was also Chen Zhan's first official appearance as the leader of the martial arts world.

The beginning of his fame that spread throughout the world!

There were no other special events afterwards.

Chen Zhan led his men back to the Chinese side. The facilities prepared by the Japanese were quite good, with tables and chairs in good condition, and the location provided a clear view of the arena where the two sides were dueling.

The rules of the martial arts competition are very simple: those who have signed a life-and-death contract can go on stage, and one person from each side will compete at a time.

It's okay to admit defeat.

But before it starts, once you concede after the fight begins, it depends on your opponent. It's normal for them to lose control, since they've said they'll fight to the death.

"Master, shall I go first?" Xiong Hanshan volunteered.

Chen Zhan waved his hand, "No rush, let them come out first. If those three people make a move, you'll die if you go up there."

Compared to Chen Zhan's caution, Mitsui Hayato paid little attention, closed his eyes in thought, and left the arrangements to Sato Nobunaga.

Sato Nobunaga naturally wouldn't let him go first, and he wasn't afraid of Chen Zhan and Tian Ji's horse racing strategy; both sides knew that the main event was yet to come.

He nodded to a samurai behind him, and a voice called out from behind, "Hey!"

He unfastened the sword from his waist, presented it to Sato Nobunaga with both hands, and turned to walk towards the stage.

When Chen Zhan saw his opponent enter the arena, he glanced at him and could tell at a glance what level his opponent's skill was.

“You can all handle this, Old Bear.”

"it is good!"

Xiong Hanshan stood up. He was a two-meter-tall iron tower man, but his figure was very agile. Chen Zhan had been guiding him to practice the tiger form and monkey form, and he had made progress in just over ten days.

He wasn't a novice; with his foundation at the peak of internal strength, it would be easy for him to develop a feel for it.

So now, with his broad shoulders and thick waist, he's not as bulky as before. Once on stage, Chen Zhan didn't instruct him to kill the other man; he could just assess the situation.

The Japanese samurai didn't speak Chinese, so he tried to clasp his hands in greeting. Since his words were unintelligible, Xiong Hanshan simply clasped his hands and said, "I'd like to learn from you."

Take action immediately.

Chen Zhan's thoughts and gaze were not on the stage at all; together with Ye Ningzhen behind him, they kept scanning around.

Because we haven't been able to find Tanaka Taro.

He personally instructed that this martial arts competition would be held, and he also said that he would participate.

But so far no one has been seen. If Tanaka Taro doesn't come, Chen Zhan's plan will all fall through. It's impossible to bomb the headquarters directly. The Fengtian Kwantung Army headquarters covers too large an area. Even if they break through the blockade of Japanese soldiers and enter the depths, they may not be able to find Tanaka Taro's location.

Ye Ningzhen exchanged a glance with him, understood his meaning, and quietly left behind him. At this moment, everyone's attention was on the stage, and no one noticed.

On stage,

Xiong Hanshan was tall and strong, but he was more agile than the Japanese samurai opposite him. The difference in their strength was huge, and after a few moves, Xiong Hanshan was beaten and forced to defend himself.

He was quickly caught by Xiong Hanshan in a "bear hug".

A cruel smile appeared on his fierce face.

"Heh heh, die, you little devils!"

An old bear hugs, and kills in its arms!

Just like Chen Zhan did that time, he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, causing the blood and energy in his arms to suddenly expand, and a tremendous force was applied to his body.

The Japanese samurai in his arms emitted a series of cracking sounds from his muscles and bones.

Amidst horrified gazes, the Japanese samurai let out a bloodcurdling scream as his internal organs were crushed. From the outside, his arms were twisted inwards, and blood gushed from his mouth.

Lying on the ground, still struggling, it was clear he wouldn't survive.

A huge boom erupted from the left side of the arena.

"Good! Good! Well done!"

"That's incredible! Our Fengtian martial arts world has a worthy successor."

Ordinary people didn't know who came from beyond the Great Wall; anyway, killing Japanese people made one a martial arts master in Fengtian.

Silence reigned on the Japanese side. Mitsui Hayato remained silent, his eyes closed.

"Someone, take him away for treatment," Sato Nobunaga said calmly.

The result is self-evident; there was no referee, and the outcome was clear at a glance.

Xiong Hanshan stepped off the field and laughed, "Hehe, this Japanese soldier is no match for me. He's basically dead. I've crushed a lot of his internal organs."

Chen Zhan nodded. He knew this was just an appetizer, not the main point, and the Japanese didn't care about these dead soldiers.

The Japanese players continued to take the field.

According to the rules of the competition, the winner can stay on stage and continue to challenge the loser. If Chen Zhan wanted, he could even be the first to step onto the stage and challenge the last person directly.

But tacitly, neither China nor Japan did that.

The reasons are roughly the same: how can growth occur without bloodshed?

Chen Zhan could protect them this time, but he couldn't avoid going to the battlefield forever. Once the war broke out, none of these people would be spared, especially those in the north.

The flames of war spread, and no one was spared.

However, he must avoid using hidden force against neutral force, as it would not only damage morale but also be tantamount to suicide.

Another warrior came up on stage. Chen Zhan glanced at him and saw that his skill level was much higher than the previous one, but that was all.

Both Zhao Yuting and Gong Ruomei can handle it.

After exchanging a few words, Zhao Yuting made his move, unleashing a thunderous attack with the ferocity of Bajiquan, aiming for a swift victory.

It has long been praised as "Tai Chi brings peace to the world through literature, and Bajiquan brings stability to the world through martial arts."

It emphasizes a direct, forceful approach and explosive power.

With a wide stance, arms bent and elbows raised, elbows thrust like spears, the Japanese samurai opposite him were not some good-for-nothings coming to their deaths. He put his hands up in a cross shape, following the path of Aikido.

But Zhao Yuting's elbow strike was powerful and fierce, and he couldn't withstand it, being thrown back several steps.

Zhao Yuting, not one to back down, strode forward and pursued relentlessly. Switching to his right hand, he raised his elbow and thrust it upward, using the strength of his shoulder and arm, along with the downward force of his body, to make his elbow strike out like a thick iron pestle, accompanied by a "crack" sound as it struck his opponent's ribs.

"Pfft~"

He coughed up blood and flew backward, landing on the edge of the ring. He didn't fall off the steps, but he broke his ribs and injured his lungs. It wasn't very serious, but he couldn't fight anymore.

But Chen Zhan could tell that Zhao Yuting had held back and dared not go all out; otherwise, the Japanese wouldn't have been able to stand up again.

Chen Zhan was very displeased. He dared not be ruthless towards the Japanese. No matter the reason, at worst he was too soft-hearted and would never amount to anything.

Zhao Yuting should have never seen blood on his hands. By saying he has never seen blood, he means he has never killed anyone!

Thirty years old, never seen blood, this is the end of my life, there's no going back.

The essence of Chinese martial arts is to kill to improve one's skills. In ancient times, when two armies clashed, the soldiers under the general's command would charge into battle. If they survived a few battles amidst a vast army, they would inevitably improve their skills.

He could charge freely on the battlefield and kill enemy soldiers every time. If he lived for a year, he could at least become a captain. Even without military merit, his martial arts skills were enough.

This is the tempering of the battlefield. Chen Zhan also blossomed from the bloodshed, which is why he has the strength he has today.

A top-level boxer wouldn't dare to kill a Japanese person; that's about it.

Then, the Japanese samurai got up and stumbled off the stage.

Standing in front of Mitsui Hayato, he rattled off a bunch of Japanese, and Chen Zhan understood the last sentence.

"I swear to serve His Majesty the Emperor to the death."

The Japanese soldiers had often heard about killing people before, and they specifically asked Ye Ningzhen about it.

He drew the katana he had previously given to Sato Nobunaga, and with a backhand thrust, plunged it into his chest. Blood gushed from his mouth, and he uttered a few syllables before collapsing to the ground.

He committed seppuku!
Mitsui Hayato waved his hand, and the men carried him away.

Throughout the entire process, Mitsui Hayato remained expressionless, leaving Chen Zhan's group somewhat bewildered. Was defeat a condition that required seppuku?

On the contrary, the Japanese and Japanese samurai fell into a kind of frenzy.

"I swear to serve His Majesty the Emperor to the death!"

"I swear to be loyal to you to the death!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)