activa-t Chapter 87 You also know Jiu-Jitsu?
Chapter 87 You also know Jiu-Jitsu?
Chapter 87 You also know Jiu-Jitsu?
The long street fell silent for a moment. Then, a cacophony of sounds erupted.
The first among the group of Japanese ronin couldn't hold back any longer: "The Chinese are all talk and no action!"
"Let him see the true meaning of Bushido!"
"Mr. Yagyu, let me go and kill him!"
Several older ronin squinted and whispered among themselves, "He has no advantages in the industry, is he courting death?"
"Chinese people love to bluff; they'll probably collapse at the slightest touch."
The Chinese and foreign merchants and bystanders whispered among themselves: "Young man, you'll suffer for acting rashly."
"Pah! Serves them right for being dogs to foreigners! They'd be better off dead!"
"Their Chinese martial arts are all show and no substance; in a real fight, they'd be no match for them. Foreign guns are the real deal."
"Police officers without guns, fighting with people? What a joke."
In the French Concession, Deputy Director Dupont's face was ashen. He managed to utter, "That madman! He's trying to cause a diplomatic incident!"
The French police officer behind him shrugged: "It's good to teach him a lesson. Easterners always overestimate their own strength."
The Annamese police officers watched blankly, as if it were none of their business.
Behind Zhou Xing, even his own people were feeling uneasy.
Zhong Ding's palms were sweaty. He wasn't worried about Zhou Xing, but he was worried about himself being implicated later.
Chen Qi stared intently at the circle behind his glasses, a stirring emotion welling up inside him. He didn't speak, but simply gripped his notebook even tighter.
Only Hans remained expressionless, the muzzle of his shotgun slightly drooping, his finger resting on the trigger guard.
The Chinese constables, guns at the ready, showed no fear on their faces, but their hearts pounded. They trusted Zhou Xing's guns and slaps, but to draw a circle and let him shoot? This—
Yagyu Muneaki's face twitched a few times, and finally he slowly took a breath, turned his head and whispered something in Japanese.
"Hi!"
A young man dressed in a dark blue kendo uniform bowed deeply and stepped forward from the crowd; his name was Kobayashi Kaiharu.
With a calm expression, he walked to a spot three zhang outside the circle, knelt down facing Zhou Xing, placed his hands on his knees, and bowed deeply in respect.
His movements were meticulous, and he performed a perfectly standard sitting bow.
The katana at his waist was laid horizontally in front of him.
Seeing this, Zhou Xing also clasped his hands in return.
Just as he clasped his hands together and brought them to a close—
Kobayashi, who was kneeling, moved!
His seated posture was like being shot out by a powerful bow, suddenly lunging forward!
With his right hand pressing down on the hilt and his thumb flicking open the latch, the blade flashed halfway out of its sheath, and he used the momentum of his forward charge to spin around and slash!
The blade flashed like a cold moon, slicing diagonally upwards across Zhou's neck! So fast that only a blurry streak of light remained!
Iai·Bafu!
The sword-drawing technique! The iaido slash! The real killing move is made during the moment when the opponent's mind is most relaxed, when they exchange polite greetings.
This is not a martial arts contest; it's a killing technique.
Exclamations erupted! Some of the Japanese ronin were already grinning maliciously.
Zhou Xing did not lower his clasped hands, and his upper body remained in a slightly forward-leaning posture of courtesy.
But his lower body moved.
With the left foot as the pivot, the right foot, like a scorpion's tail, lifts up from the hem without warning!
With his toes pointed straight, like a short spear or a long whip, he aimed directly at Kobayashi's right knee, which was completely exposed when he lunged forward to draw his sword!
This kick was extremely insidious, extremely dangerous, and extremely fast!
It is that style of hiding a flower under a leaf, the upper body as still as a mountain is the "leaf", and the lower body is the deadly groin teasing is the "flower"!
"Snap!"
The sound of bone cracking was crisp and clear.
Kobayashi's momentum abruptly halted, his right leg buckled, and with a scream, he fell to the side, his sharp slashing blade naturally missing its mark.
The knife in his hand clattered to the ground, and he rolled on the ground clutching his twisted knees.
From drawing his sword to falling to the ground, it was only a single breath.
The long street suddenly fell silent.
Zhou Xing then lowered his clasped hands and glanced at Xiao Lin curled up on the ground: "Sitting upright and bowing, then suddenly unleashing a slash. Trying to launch a sneak attack but unable to conceal the killing intent, utterly incongruous."
Yagyu Muneaki's eyes twitched suddenly. The shouts of the ronin behind him caught in his throat.
That kick was too tricky and too ruthless, specifically targeting the supporting leg when the opponent was exerting force. It was a complete surprise attack, striking first despite being the one who attacked later, and was even more superior.
The buzzing from the crowd at Huamin Middle School grew louder, and several students' eyes lit up. Deputy Director DuPont frowned.
The second one to come up was Gosuke Oyama.
This man was as strong as a bear, half a head taller and a full size wider than Zhou Xing.
He yelled "Hey!" and ripped off his kendo uniform, revealing his bulging muscles. He strode into the circle and spat on the ground: "You Chinese pig, I'll squeeze your guts out of your ass!"
Before he finished speaking, he let out a low roar and pounced like a mad bear!
With arms outstretched, he displayed no martial prowess whatsoever; it was a pure street brawl-style grappling move, exuding a ferocious and savage aura as if he wanted to devour someone alive.
A murmur rippled through the long street.
Zhou Xing stepped out with Bagua steps, his waist and legs twisting lightly as he glided away. At the same time, his left hand, like a whip, lashed out at the opponent's open ribs.
If this blow lands squarely, the hidden force penetrating it would be enough to make this brute curl up on the ground.
But the mountain changed its move very quickly. Its seemingly out-of-control, forward-leaning body suddenly twisted its waist and hips with a dexterity that was not in line with its size!
Using the momentum from the forward lunge and the force of twisting your waist, bend your right leg behind your supporting leg!
At the same time, he suddenly pulled back his outstretched arms, drew an arc in the air, and shoved Zhou Xing's shoulders and back with heavy force!
This push and pull, devoid of any fancy tricks, is extremely insidious and practical.
The purpose was crystal clear: not to hurt anyone, but to make Zhou Xing lose his balance and fall out of the circle!
This burly man had a rough appearance but a meticulous mind. Knowing that Zhou Xing was skilled, he didn't care about winning or losing; he was only determined to push Zhou Xing out of the circle.
Zhou Xing felt a chill run down his spine, and he could already sense the source of the force through his listening skills.
[River Spirit Appearance] was activated, and the left leg that was pinned down suddenly went limp, and with an almost boneless suppleness, it shrank inward and twisted!
Surprisingly, it followed the force of the other party's sweep and wrapped itself around them like a vine!
Xingyi Snake Form - Snake Coiling Roots!
He has been studying Xingyi these past few days. Because he has no basic boxing stance, among the twelve forms of Xingyi, he has the deepest understanding of the snake form, which is in line with the flexible and changeable form of the River Demon.
Da Shan felt a soft, slippery sensation on his leg, as if he had stepped into a mud pit. Instead of moving the other person, his leg was locked by a soft, twisting force.
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and his hands, which were pushing, turned into grabs, suddenly snapping at Zhou Xing's waist, trying to throw him over in mid-air!
Judo Throwing Technique: Double-Handed Liu!
Zhou Xing's waist was restrained, and his body was about to rise into the air.
In that instant, his left leg, which was wrapped around Da Shan's right leg, tightened suddenly. With a twist of his waist and abdomen, he leaped up, his whole body like a giant python coiling around a tree. Using the force of the other's lift, he spun upwards. His right arm, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, burrowed into Da Shan's armpit from an extremely tricky angle. His five fingers, like hooks, gripped the space between Da Shan's shoulder blades tightly!
[River Demon Appearance] was activated again, and the joints of the shoulders, elbows, wrists, and legs cracked and popped, unleashing an astonishing twisting force throughout the body.
Xingyi Snake Form - Snake Entangling the Body!
It takes the form of a snake, coils around the snake, and seizes any opening to bite!
Da Shan felt as if his whole body was locked up, with a tingling, numb, and stinging pain penetrating his bones, and his strength rapidly draining away from half of his body.
"open!"
The mountain roared, veins bulging on its forehead, as it tried to tear Zhou Xing apart with brute force.
Zhou Xing pressed close to his side, like a giant python coiling around its prey. His waist and hips suddenly jolted, and the fascia and joints throughout his body tightened sharply, eventually converging on his entangled limbs.
"Snap!"
The two muffled thuds were almost simultaneous.
A sound came from the right knee joint of the mountain, which was locked behind its back; another sound came from his right shoulder blade, which was pinned down.
The bones were bent, and the white bone fragments pierced the skin.
"what!"
A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.
Da Shan's expression instantly contorted into a ferocious grimace. His body swayed, his hands trembled, and he collapsed to his knees.
Zhou Xingsong released his grip, landed lightly, and took two steps back.
Da Shan rolled to the ground, clutching his deformed arms and legs, and looked up in pain: "Your... judo!"
Zhou Xing looked at the mountain and said calmly, "Jujutsu? You steal the grappling and tendon-splitting techniques from your Chinese ancestors and call them jujutsu? That's going against the natural order."