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Chapter 25 Your weakness is the fucking excuse!
A person is already dead once they are in the air.

Chen Zhan's impact nearly tore Qian Yebai in half, his internal organs, meridians, and acupoints were crushed as if by a stone mill, leaving his internal organs a blurry mess!
At that moment, Oda Izumi stared blankly at the corpse before him.

Miyagi Nagaharu's death could be explained; he died in a duel, and he could take revenge later.

Chiba Shiro's mentorship and family background.
He can't bear it, and he has no way of bearing it.

Huo Dongge, who was in the audience telling Chen Zhan to consider the bigger picture, was also stunned. He wasn't surprised that Chen Zhan didn't give him face, but he felt that Chen Zhan didn't seem like someone who would disregard everything and was unreasonable.

Since the killing occurred in public, the Japanese were powerless to do anything about it.

But after today, who knows how many people will be purged and oppressed!

Especially Chen Zhan himself!
"Good fight!"

"He deserves to be beaten, he deserves to die, hahahaha."

"Brother, your martial arts skills are excellent. Which martial arts school do you have? I'll take my son there tomorrow."

"That's impressive. This is the true successor of Master Huo. He's got guts."

The martial arts practitioners in Tianjin knew that disaster was imminent, and some people of certain status also understood that things would not end well.

But ordinary people and onlookers don't think that way. They simply know that Chen Zhan represents the Jingwu School and Huo Yuanjia, and that he killed and defeated the Japanese.

Those who kill invaders deserve praise.

No matter what the consequences are, no matter how terrible they are, can they be worse than that night twenty-nine years ago?

This principle is often understood better by those at the bottom.

Chen Zhan shook his hands; the prolonged outburst had left him feeling a bit sore and stiff. He strolled off the stage.

"Oh, Brother Chen, you're in for a world of trouble."

Huo Dongge sighed deeply.

Chen Zhan glanced at him, shook his head, and felt listless and bored.

Huo Yuanjia was fearless throughout his life, yet he had a son who was always hesitant and indecisive.

"You should leave the city as soon as possible and head south; it's better there," Huo Dongge said when Chen Zhan remained silent.

"Didn't I already tell Brother Huo beforehand?" Chen Zhan said, taking the initiative to speak when he saw Huo rambling on.

"What?" Huo Dongge didn't understand for a moment.

But then he remembered that Chen Zhan had said before he took the stage that he would kill them all.

As for the trouble, Chen Zhan was aware of it, but did it matter?
Chen Zhan understood what Huo Dongge and other martial artists were thinking.

But the problem is, can you really live in peace and harmony if you are extremely cautious and make every concession?

This is a ridiculous idea.

Don't talk about looking at things from the perspective of a prophet. Although Chen Zhan came from a later era and knew about the later brutality and inhumanity of the Japanese, this era was no longer the late Qing Dynasty.

How many years has it been since the Eight-Nation Alliance invasion?

Back then, the Qing government also considered ceding territory and paying indemnities, making concessions in every way in an attempt to maintain its precarious rule.

But what?
They stormed the capital in one night, burning, killing, and looting. Do you expect me to reason with them? Do you expect me to explain why?

Do we need a reason to invade you and plunder you?

Your weakness is your only excuse!
If you're weak, we'll beat you, we'll kill you!
The more you give in, the more they will bully you!
Chen Zhan could certainly consider the overall situation and prevent the Japanese from launching an attack, but the problem is that they have already been bullied to the point of being humiliated this time. What about next time?

Who will protect the Jingwu Men's plaque next time?

Who comes after Jingwu Men?
It didn't take the Japanese long to completely ruin the reputation of Tianjin's martial arts community.

What comes after the martial arts world? Is it the common people at the bottom of society, or the high-ranking officials in the government?

At that time, who will consider the overall situation?

Chen Zhan was too lazy to explain this to Huo Dongge; his overall situation was not his own.

Chen Zhan's overall strategy was to kill, to kill until he was afraid, to kill until he was terrified.

The Japanese launched a full-scale invasion of China not because of any one person or event failing to perform well in the overall situation, but because they felt they had accumulated enough power to sweep across China in a short time and occupy this land of five thousand years of glory.

This unprecedented change in five thousand years is something no one person can change, but Chen Zhan will do his best to contribute.

At this point, the Japanese also realized what was happening and started shouting various curses in incomprehensible Japanese, though some of them were familiar.

Chen Zhan glanced over, and the other person immediately shut up.

"Hahaha, that's awesome, that's awesome!" Amid cheers and shouts, Chen Zhan laughed heartily and left the crowd.

Of course, he was focused on himself. Although there were many people around, he couldn't guarantee that the Japanese wouldn't go crazy and launch a sneak attack.

As soon as he left, someone immediately followed him from a distance, fearing that Chen Zhan might run directly out of the city.

This grand event has now come to a close.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation.

Oda Izumi, who was standing on the second floor of the teahouse, was stunned for a short while before a Japanese samurai called him away.

The martial arts figures dispersed, most of them following Huo Dongge back to the Jingwu School. Although Huo Dongge was injured, the Jingwu School was not unable to accommodate these people.

However, they returned to the Jingwu School's headquarters.

People from the Bajiquan sect and some local small sects in Tianjin did not come.

Duan Wu noticed that Chen Zhan had not followed.

Chen Zhan was probably not from Tianjin, as there is indeed no Sun-style Tai Chi school in Tianjin.

Most importantly, Chen Zhan didn't have a single Tianjin accent.

If you're from Tianjin, this is almost impossible.

This shows that he no longer wanted to cause trouble for the Jingwu School. Huo Dongge sighed again, feeling deeply incompetent. If he had his father's martial arts skills, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

The crisis Chen Zhan faced was naturally much more intense than that faced by other martial artists and members of the Jingwu School.

The Japanese will definitely try every means to kill him, resorting to any extreme measures; it will no longer be a mere martial arts contest.

Assassinations, backstabbing, poisoning, and ambushes will all be common occurrences.

So perhaps Chen Zhan's decision not to return to Jingwu School was truly out of consideration for him, and he couldn't bear to implicate him.

Actually, he was overthinking it.

Chen Zhan lost interest. Two days of contact with the martial artists of the Jingwu School had already made him feel bored. Perhaps it was due to the limitations of the times, but he wouldn't blame them. However, he was unwilling to associate with them either.

Chen Zhan found a secluded inn near the North Wharf, where merchants and porters who travel by water usually rested.

There were only two single rooms, and he didn't care about the environment; he went in and fell asleep immediately.

He wasn't actually very sleepy or mentally exhausted, but his muscles and bones were a little sore, and he was sure he would face a series of chases and assassinations later on.

Conserve your energy and prepare for the future.

While Chen Zhan was fast asleep, a storm was brewing throughout Tianjin.

At the Sanwu Martial Arts Academy, Huo Diange sat at the head of the table.

The hall is filled with core disciples, including Zhao Yuting and Sun Yulong.

Gao Zhenbei is still recovering in the hospital, but his condition is stable. He lost an arm, so recovery is the only option.

However, the focus of their discussion was not him, but Chen Zhan.

"Yu Ting, your challenge to him will probably have to be put on hold. He is now the target of everyone's hatred, and the Japanese side will send countless people to assassinate him."

“We have a personal grudge against him, but now that there is a national grudge, we shouldn’t add fuel to the fire.”

Huo Diange saw it clearly: the Sanwu Martial Arts Academy could openly compete with the Japanese, but it dared not offend them too much.

With a large family and business, there are too many things to worry about.

Chen Zhan disregarded all of this, regardless of the consequences, and he himself was the one who would bear the brunt of the anger. For this alone, he deserves our respect.

"With foreign enemies at hand, we must unite. Yu Ting understands." Zhao Yu Ting naturally understood that it was indeed not appropriate to bring up the martial arts competition at this moment.

"As for Junior Brother Gao? I'll go there again tomorrow; he'll understand," Sun Yulong said.

Huo Diange nodded, got up and walked into the courtyard. It was just past noon, and the weather was even colder and gloomier. The sun was nowhere to be seen, and the sky was full of dark clouds.

"Crackle~Crackle~"

A few claps of thunder were followed by a downpour.

Without any warning, a torrential downpour began, startling the birds on the eaves and creating a curtain of rain.

"A storm is brewing; after today, the waters of the nine canals in Tianjin will become even deeper."

(End of this chapter)