All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

He felt the pain in his ankle growing stronger. Looking at the young man opposite him, he felt a sense of fear for the first time, just like when he was a child learning martial arts and facing his master. That insurmountable power was deeply etched in his mind.

At this moment, he clearly realized that he was no match for the young man in front of him!

Bai Jiaxuan didn't want to drag it out any longer. He slowly approached the middle-aged man, preparing to deliver a truly fatal blow. "Your legs are tough, then I'll kick your head. I see your temples are bulging and throbbing, like they're covered in patina. I'll see if I can kick them open with one kick!"

Bai Jiaxuan stared at the middle-aged man's head, a sinister and cruel smile appearing on his face. The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, and he took another step back.

Bai Jiaxuan took a step forward, and the middle-aged man took a step back. Finally, the middle-aged man was forced to retreat to the edge of the arena, with nowhere left to go.

Bai Jiaxuan's smile finally became undisguised, revealing his pearly white teeth.

When the middle-aged man opposite him saw those teeth, it was as if he saw a great demon king opening his blood-red maw at him. Finally, he stopped hesitating.

With a crisp snap, he clasped his hands together, his expression one of utmost respect, and quickly knelt before Bai Jiaxuan, his head resting firmly on the floor, shouting loudly.

"I admit defeat, I submit. I, Yun Chuan Zheng Yi, am truly convinced of Chen Zhen's abilities. Chinese martial arts are far superior to our Japanese martial arts. I beg for my life!"

Yun Chuan stuck out his buttocks, raised his hands, and pressed his head tightly to the floor, not daring to look at Bai Jiaxuan even once. He was as respectful as if he were worshipping an ancestor. With this bow and the cry of begging for mercy, the whole place became as quiet as death.

When Yun Chuan Zheng Yi knelt down, Bai Jia Xuan was stunned, as were the people on the dueling platform, and the audience below were dumbfounded!

Bai Jiaxuan's killing intent, which had just surged forth, instantly plummeted to the bottom. The Japanese's nature of bullying the weak and kneeling to the strong was indeed ingrained in their bones. How could the other party be so shameless? Should he still kill them or not?

The other party was bowing down so respectfully, it seemed a bit beneath him to kick their head now. Chinese people have always valued magnanimity and inclusiveness, and Bai Jiaxuan never expected the other party to pull this stunt.

According to the rules of the martial arts competition, even if one of the opponents shouts that they have surrendered, Bai Jiaxuan can still kill them all. But rules are rules. If someone kneels down and calls you "Dad," saying things like "I surrender, Dad, don't kill me," can you really bring yourself to kill them in front of so many people?

Bai Jiaxuan hesitated!

However, Fujita Tsuyoshi, who was lying on the ground convulsing, heard Kumokawa Shoichi's shameless remarks. His face turned red, his eyes widened, and his veins bulged. He clenched his fists tightly.

Yun Chuanzheng, a legendary martial arts master from Japan, was specially transferred from the Black Dragon Society in Northeast China to Shanghai by the higher-ups of the Japanese government for this competition, just in case!

However, Fujita never expected that the legend of Japanese martial arts, the pride of Japan, would shamelessly kneel down and beg for mercy and admit defeat. This was absolutely intolerable to Fujita, who had been raised with the spirit of Bushido since childhood.

Fujita Tsuyoshi supported his body as if he were sacrificing his entire life. He bit his tongue, his face contorted with rage, and used all his strength to stand up.

He raised his chest, his face covered in blood, and blood was still spitting out of his mouth, but it was as if he was sacrificing his last breath to deliver the final fatal blow to Bai Jiaxuan.

He wanted to tell the world that Japanese martial arts were absolutely no less than those of the Chinese. He spread his arms, leaped into the air, and pounced on Bai Jiaxuan.

From the moment he stood up to the moment he leaped, it took almost two seconds. Many people in the audience witnessed this and gasped in surprise. Huo Ting'en and Wang Zhiqiang also saw it and shouted almost simultaneously.

"careful"!

Bai Jiaxuan reacted even faster than they expected. The moment he heard the exclamation, he barely turned around to check what was going on. Instead, he turned around and kicked Fujita Tsuyoshi hard from top to bottom in the head, who was already right in front of him.

As Fujita was pressed down by the kick, his kneecap shattered the instant it hit the ground, and he immediately knelt on the floor. The force was so great that the floor cracked with a snap.

Fujita Tsuyoshi froze, his head being crushed by Bai Jiaxuan's leg, his throat bursting open instantly, his head being forced into his chest, and flesh and blood gushing out from his throat.

Fujita Tsuyoshi looked like a throatless, big-headed doll, his head squeezed right in the middle of his chest, blood splattered all around him.

Fujita's eyes were still wide open, and the pain and anger on his face created a terrifying human figure art.

Upon hearing the sound of flesh being squeezed, Yun Chuan, who was sticking his butt out, trembled all over. He didn't even dare to lift his head, keeping it pressed firmly against the ground, and didn't dare to say a word!

Finally, many of the ladies in the audience gasped in horror and then fainted. The scene that the high-ranking officials and dignitaries who had been expecting a bloody spectacle seemed to exceed their limits. Many of them felt their stomachs churning and began to vomit violently, holding onto their seats.

Bai Jiaxuan also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the kick had released all the pent-up anger in his heart. He looked at Yun Chuan Zhengyi, who was sticking his butt out, and ignored him. He then shouted at Sun Lutang.

"Master Sun, announce the results!"

Upon hearing Bai Jiaxuan's shout, Sun Lutang regained some composure. Looking at Bai Jiaxuan, a complex emotion flickered in his eyes. He quickly nodded, walked to the center of the arena, glanced at Yun Chuan Zhengyi on the ground, and then shouted to the surrounding area.

"I hereby declare that the Jingwu School has won this duel!"

As soon as Sun Lutang finished speaking, many audience members stood up, as if their souls had been struck by lightning and they could no longer bear the oppressive atmosphere of the place. They stood up and walked out of the theater.

As some people stood up, most others followed suit and rushed out. A few remained seated, staring blankly at the arena.

Some people's eyes were on Bai Jiaxuan, while others were still recovering from the shock and sat there, staring blankly.

Seeing that the audience had begun to leave, Bai Jiaxuan took a deep breath, glanced at Yun Chuan, who was still sticking his butt out, and then turned back to shout at Huo Ting'en.

"Ting'en, I'm leaving now. See you next time!"

After saying that, before Huo Ting'en could say anything, he took a step and leaped off the dueling platform, quickly disappearing into the crowd and vanishing at the exit.

Chapter 33

On the train back, Bai Jiaxuan changed into an ordinary gray overcoat, and like the others, wore a black round hat. He bought a second-class seat, casually sat by the window, and gazed at the scenery outside in silence.

His attire, combined with his dark complexion, made him look just like any other small business owner about to travel far away for business.

But no one would know that just two hours earlier, he had kicked Fujita Tsuyoshi to death, forced the legendary Japanese martial arts master Unkawa Masakazu to kneel and call him "father," and demonstrated the true might of the Chinese people.

Little did he know that from that day forward, his alias, Chen Zhen, would cause a sensation throughout Shanghai and subsequently shock the entire land of China.

If Bai Jiaxuan could stay in Shanghai for just one more day, he would see his news published in countless newspapers the next day.

Chen Zhen's name will also be etched in the wheels of history like a mark.

One of the photos has become a unique symbol of this era.

It captured the most exciting moments, inspiring countless young Chinese people to forge ahead despite their hardships.

In that photo, Bai Jiaxuan raised his leg and kicked Fujita Tsuyoshi so hard that his head turned into a giant doll.

Behind him, the image of Japanese martial arts master Masakazu Unkawa kneeling with his buttocks sticking out was also captured in the photo. That scene was secretly photographed by a reporter and is now permanently recorded in history.

This photograph, along with the information about Chen Zhen in the newspapers, was bought back and destroyed by the Japanese over the next thirty years at great expense, but it eventually became a piece of history.

On this day, Chen Zhen's fame spread throughout Shanghai, making him a legend in the hearts of the Chinese people of Shanghai.

But from that day on, his figure completely disappeared from everyone's sight. Countless people searched for him, but no one knew where he went.

The next time his name appears in Shanghai, it will mark the beginning of another legend.

Bai Jiaxuan looked out the window and fell into deep thought. This trip to Shanghai was not very long; including the time spent traveling, only a month had passed.

But this month has been quite eventful for me. I met Tianjin on the train, rescued Li Yi at the secret service building, and beat up the Japanese in the martial arts arena. I did all of these things as I pleased.

The name Chen Zhen will likely become a thorn in the side of the Japanese sooner or later. Whether it's rescuing Li Yi or kicking Japanese Army Colonel Fujita Tsuyoshi to death on the dueling stage, he will have already incurred the wrath of the Japanese.

I reckon my name will eventually appear on the Japanese devils' kill list, and they might go to great lengths to investigate my identity.

However, Bai Jiaxuan bet that they would ultimately gain nothing. Perhaps no one but himself would believe that Chen Zhen, who had turned Shanghai upside down, was actually a farmer from Guanzhong.

To avoid risks, Bai Jiaxuan not only changed his clothes but also deliberately changed buses several times and took a longer route, ultimately managing to avoid any further trouble.

After a long and dusty journey, taking ten days to finally reach Kaifeng.

Lu San and Zheng Mang had been waiting here for four days. During these days, they had also finalized transportation arrangements with a caravan that regularly traveled to Chang'an.

Lu San and Zheng Mang didn't actually know what the goods being transported were, but Bai Jiaxuan had already instructed them to say that the goods being transported were valuable machinery and equipment, and that the caravan should only be responsible for transportation; other matters could be discussed when he arrived.

When Bai Jiaxuan met Lu San and Zheng Mang, the two were holed up in a hotel, sharing a room and eating a few steamed buns every day.

Bai Jiaxuan was both amused and exasperated when he saw this. He had given Lu San several hundred silver dollars, which Lu San had packed into three layers of bags and then placed at the bottom of a burlap sack, as if afraid of revealing his wealth.

It's understandable to have a poor person's mentality, but perhaps this kind of honest and kind character will become increasingly rare in the future.

Bai Jiaxuan was also speechless. He then booked a room at the hotel and took the two of them out for a nice meal.

After resting for two days, Bai Jiaxuan finally received his goods: fifteen large wooden crates, all tightly sealed and covered with tarpaulins. The wooden boards were painted with numbers and English words, with the gun models and quantities clearly written on the English.

Bai Jiaxuan looked at the English text with a strange expression. Fortunately, not many people in the country understood English at the moment, especially in this remote inland area.

Bai Jiaxuan quickly inspected the fifteen boxes and immediately beamed with joy. Although he didn't know the quality of the goods inside, the quantity alone made him very satisfied.

There were 105 rifles, 35 pistols, and 5 machine guns, all of them Maxim heavy machine guns. The remaining wooden crates were full of bullets, and the number of bullets was no less than the number he had reported.

Bai Jiaxuan remembered the favor Boss Huang had done for him, and with this batch of weapons, he felt more confident.

These boxes were heavy and could only be lifted and loaded onto the carriage by the workers. Many workers were curious about the contents of the wooden boxes, but Lu San and Zheng Mang watched the crowd warily to prevent them from causing damage.

Bai Jiaxuan didn't open the caravan to inspect the goods. After the caravan loaded the goods, he left Kaifeng and headed towards Chang'an.

Bai Jiaxuan was generous with the goods for this trip, treating the caravan crew to good food and drink along the way. Everyone was curious about what was in the boxes, and Bai Jiaxuan explained with a smile that they were oil presses and other machines bought from a distant place.

The group was skeptical, but fortunately, the caravan was an established brand and valued its reputation, and they didn't cause any trouble along the way.

Although everyone guessed that the machines inside were very valuable, no one believed that they contained guns and weapons. If they had known that, even if the caravan had a hundred times the courage, no one would have dared to transport them.

The journey from Kaifeng to Chang'an was hundreds of miles long and would take more than a week. Bai Jiaxuan was constantly on edge, fearing that he might encounter bandits or robbers.

In those days, almost every county town had numerous bandit gangs of varying sizes around it. It was unavoidable; such situations existed in every dynasty at the beginning of a chaotic era.

Bai Jiaxuan spent 500 silver dollars on this transportation, of which 200 silver dollars was for shipping and the other 300 silver dollars was for security.

The caravan was accompanied by ten guards, six of whom carried Hanyang rifles and the other four carried old-fashioned muskets, which looked quite intimidating.

In reality, it wasn't as dangerous as Bai Jiaxuan imagined. These caravans that regularly traveled along fixed routes had connections with various forces along those routes.

Perhaps a large portion of the security fee Bai Jiaxuan paid was toll money.

Bai Jiaxuan's heart was in his throat the whole way, but thankfully his worries were unnecessary and the journey was uneventful.

They did encounter several groups of bandits and scouts along the way, but the caravan flew its own flag, and after some negotiation by the caravan leader, they eventually got through the journey peacefully.

In other words, those bandits didn't know that the goods in the carriage were guns and ammunition. If they had known that there were also heavy machine guns, they might have been shocked!

Three days ago, Bai Jiaxuan had already sent Lu San back to Bailuyuan on horseback.

These caravans only went as far as Chang'an. They'll have to figure out how to get the remaining hundred-plus miles themselves.

Bai Jiaxuan had no choice but to send Lu San back to fetch help.

To be honest, Bai Jiaxuan originally did not plan to transport this batch of weapons to Bailuyuan, but he was short-handed and could only trust Lu San and Zheng Mang. The three of them had no way to move the weapons into the mountains.

Bai Jiaxuan could only try to transport the weapons back to Bailuyuan first, and then find a way to smuggle them out later.

Upon arriving near Chang'an, they saw more than a dozen donkey carts and horse-drawn carriages parked by the roadside. Lu San, seeing the caravan from afar, waved and called out to Bai Jiaxuan.

The farmers driving the donkey carts also saw Bai Jiaxuan on horseback, and many of them shouted and called out to their clan leader.

Bai Jiaxuan saw many familiar faces in the crowd, and a sense of relief welled up in his heart. After nearly two months of back and forth, he was finally almost home!

Bai Jiaxuan smiled and stepped forward to greet everyone, but soon he thought of something and asked with a smile.

"Why haven't I seen Lu Zilin?"

Upon hearing his words, everyone's faces fell, and their expressions became somewhat unnatural.