They came all the way from elsewhere just to see with their own eyes how Li Yao would defeat the Japanese.
In no time, a large crowd surrounded the Qinglong Martial Arts School, making it extremely lively.
"Mr. Li, keep it up!"
"Mr. Li, you must fight for the honor of the Chinese people!"
"Mr. Li, you're a great guy!"
"..."
The onlookers cheered for Li Yao.
Many of them were from Wuguan Street.
However, fearing the power of the Japanese, they dared not utter any overly aggressive words.
The Japanese troops brought by Miura used Type 38 rifles with bayonets to form a cordon to prevent unrest.
After setting up the formation, Miura said meaningfully, "Mr. Li, since you are the best fighter in Foshan, how about you take on three of them by yourself?"
Li Yao glanced at the Japanese samurai behind Miura, smiled, and asked, "General Miura, how many samurai did you bring with you?"
Miura smiled and said, "Thirty in total."
Li Yao smiled and said, "Alright, then I'll take on thirty!"
Miura was slightly taken aback, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
Sato then mocked in broken Chinese, "The sick man of East Asia, how dare you overestimate yourself!"
Miura smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Li is indeed a man of great courage. I admire you. I will grant your wish."
He then spoke in Japanese to the thirty Japanese samurai behind him.
The thirty samurai all said "Hai!" to Miura in unison.
Then, they surrounded Li Yao in perfect unison and bowed to him at a ninety-degree angle in perfect unison.
Li Yao looked around, cupped his hands in greeting to the Japanese samurai, then assumed a Wing Chun "asking for directions" gesture and said, "Come on!"
A group of Japanese samurai immediately swarmed forward, surrounding Li Yao like dumplings.
Li Yao moved like a ghost, rushing towards the two warriors in front of him, leaving only a blur in his wake.
A straight punch in the shape of the sun!
His fists, like firecrackers, exploded in the chests of the two Japanese samurai, causing them to spit out blood.
With a wave of his arm!
His two arms, like steel pipes, struck the heads of the two Japanese samurai on either side, making their heads buzz and their vision blur.
There's a wind behind us, an enemy is attacking!
Big flash!
Li Yao moved with lightning speed, dodging the punch from behind. At the same time, he grabbed the opponent's wrist and performed an over-the-shoulder throw, slamming the Japanese samurai towards another samurai charging towards him from his left front.
The two Japanese samurai huddled together, rolling like gourds into the crowd of onlookers.
Four more Japanese samurai pounced on them simultaneously from the front, back, left, and right.
Eleven legs swaying like lotus leaves in the wind!
Li Yao's right leg spun rapidly in place, like a windmill.
Bang bang bang bang!
Four Japanese samurai were swept away by Li Yao's right leg.
"Amazing!"
"Well done!"
"Well done!"
"Mr. Li is awesome!"
"..."
The onlookers clapped and cheered, their applause ringing out.
Miura's expression grew increasingly grim, and his eyes gleamed with an unpredictable light, making it impossible to fathom his true thoughts.
In the blink of an eye, a large group of Japanese samurai lay on the ground, screaming and wailing incessantly.
Now, it's time for Li Yao to reap the rewards.
"Ding! Successfully picked up 'Luck Point', Luck +2!"
"Ding! Successfully acquired the 'Physique' attribute, Physique +3!"
...
"Ding! Successfully picked up a 'gift pack', please check it!"
"Ding! The gift pack has been successfully opened. Congratulations, host, you have obtained the martial art: 'Karate'!"
Chapter 12 Escape Plan, The Founder of the Golden Pen Sect (Revised)
This time, Li Yao defeated thirty Japanese samurai and gained quite a few attributes.
Moreover, he unexpectedly acquired the martial art of 'karate'.
In an instant, the martial arts techniques of Japanese karate flashed through his mind like a movie.
Now, his comprehension is getting higher and higher, and his understanding of martial arts is becoming more and more profound.
Therefore, he quickly grasped the essence of Japanese karate.
The only thing he lacks is practical experience in karate.
Just as Li Yao was secretly calculating his gains, the scene erupted in excitement.
"Mr. Li has won!"
"Mr. Li is awesome!"
"Mr. Li is the best!"
"Well done, Mr. Li!"
"..."
The Chinese present cheered and applauded Li Yao.
Finally, someone was able to stand up for the Chinese people in front of the Japanese.
Miura and Sato's faces turned even more ashen.
They didn't expect Li Yao to be such a good fighter!
Sato even drew his gun, intending to shoot Li Yao dead.
However, Miura glared at Sato, who jumped and quickly released his hand that was about to draw his gun.
Miura forced an awkward smile and said to Li Yao, "Mr. Li, you really are a good fighter!"
After saying that, he gave Li Yao a meaningful look, and a mysterious smile appeared on his lips.
He then turned around, got into a military vehicle, and drove off with a roar.
Sato, along with thirty bruised and battered Japanese samurai and a large group of Japanese military police, slunk away.
Once the Japanese had gone far away, everyone present cheered wildly, crowding around Li Yao and applauding him.
Li Yao, however, was not as excited as these people.
Because Li Yao knew that the world was often unusually calm before the storm.
He simply couldn't believe that Miura would let it go so easily after he had utterly defeated thirty Japanese samurai.
Miura definitely has more tricks up his sleeve!
I fear that when the time comes, the situation will change drastically, and a terrifying bloodbath will ensue.
Just then, a notification sound rang in Li Yao's mind.
Immediately afterwards, a mysterious smile appeared on Li Yao's lips.
A perfect plan quickly took shape in his mind.
Li Yao then persuaded the excited onlookers to leave.
Then, he returned to the martial arts school and solemnly said to Liang Xiang, "Liang Xiang, you must leave Foshan immediately and go to Hong Kong."
Liang Xiang was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Why? Master, why do you want me to leave Foshan?"
Li Yao said, "Today I defeated thirty Japanese samurai. Do you think Miura will let this go so easily?"
Liang Xiang was very clever. After thinking for a moment, he understood Li Yao's meaning and shook his head, saying, "Definitely not!"
Li Yao patted Liang Xiang on the shoulder and laughed, "That's why I need you to leave Foshan, otherwise you'll be implicated!"
Liang Xiang immediately exclaimed excitedly, "I'm not afraid of being implicated. Wherever Master is, I'll be there!"
Li Yao was deeply moved. Foshan had fallen, and almost all of his disciples had left, except for Liang Xiang, who remained by his side. This disciple had not been taken in vain.
However, precisely because Liang Xiang was a good apprentice, he was even less willing to let Liang Xiang take risks with him.
Therefore, Li Yao earnestly advised, "Liang Xiang, you are a good disciple, but you are still very young and have a long road ahead of you. I don't want you to take risks with me and go to Hong Kong to avoid trouble. You should also carry forward the Wing Chun and Shaolin Twelve-Road Tan Tui that I taught you."
Liang Xiang shook his head violently and said, "No, I'm not leaving!"
Li Yao's face darkened, and he shouted, "Don't you listen to your master?"
Liang Xiang shook his head again and said, "This disciple dares not!"
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he suggested, "Master, why don't we leave Foshan together and go to Hong Kong!"
Li Yao glanced outside and chuckled, "Do you think I can leave the martial arts school safely right now?"
Li Yao knew very well that there must be many of Miura's sentries outside the martial arts school. As soon as he showed any sign of leaving Foshan, he would be shot dead by one of the sentries.