Liang Xiang insisted on staying by Li Yao's side, so Li Yao stopped trying to persuade him.
On this day, Li Yao was practicing boxing at the martial arts school.
Bang!
Suddenly, the door of the martial arts school was kicked open.
Immediately afterwards, a group of Japanese people stormed into the martial arts school.
The leader was a Japanese man dressed as a military officer, followed by a large group of Japanese people.
Li Zhao was also among these Japanese people.
However, at this moment he was no longer the imposing Foshan policeman, but a humble Japanese translator.
Li Zhao looked at his former master, Li Yao, with an extremely awkward expression.
The officer looked Li Yao up and down, his expression extremely arrogant.
Then, the officer rattled off a whole bunch of Japanese.
Li Zhao, somewhat hesitant to meet Li Yao's gaze, lowered his head slightly and translated for Li Yao: "This is Colonel Sato. He is here on the orders of General Miura to invite you to the military headquarters for a martial arts contest."
Li Yao glanced at Li Zhao and said, "Tell him that if Miura wants to fight me, he should come and invite me in person."
Li Zhao's expression tightened, and he quickly lowered his voice to advise, "Master, they are Japanese, we can't afford to offend them."
Li Yao's face darkened, and he said sternly, "Just tell him what I want!"
Helpless, Li Zhao had no choice but to convey Li Yao's meaning to Sato in Japanese.
Upon hearing this, Sato's face turned cold. He immediately pulled out a Mauser pistol and pressed it against Li Yao's forehead, muttering something in English.
"Master, watch out!"
Liang Xiang, who was standing nearby, exclaimed in surprise.
However, just as Sato drew his gun and pressed it against Li Yao's forehead, Li Yao also made his move.
Li Yao reached out and grabbed Sato's 'turtle box', simultaneously pushing the barrel with his thumb, causing it to bend upwards immediately.
Sato was terrified and immediately pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The Mauser C96 exploded.
At the same time, Li Yao reached out and grabbed Sato's throat with his five fingers.
All the movements were completed in a single instant.
By the time the Japanese behind Sato reacted, Sato had already been taken hostage by Li Yao in front of him.
These Japanese soldiers raised their Type 38 rifles, their dark gun barrels aimed at Li Yao.
A major battle is about to break out!
Li Zhao was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.
Sato broke out in a cold sweat.
He hadn't expected Li Yao to be so strong; he had bent the gun barrel with just a push of his thumb.
He hadn't expected Li Yao to be so fast. Before he could react, Li Yao had his throat gripped.
At that moment, he clearly felt that the hand of death was gripping his neck, ready to take his life at any moment.
Suddenly, a stern shout came from outside the door.
That was said in Japanese, which Li Yao couldn't understand.
However, he guessed that the Japanese word probably meant "stop".
Immediately afterwards, a Japanese man dressed as a high-ranking military officer walked in.
Li Yao noticed that the Japanese man had an unusually cold expression and was dressed very smartly.
All the Japanese present bowed respectfully to this person.
Li Zhao scurried over eagerly, bowing and scraping as he led the way.
Li Yao guessed that this person should be the highest-ranking Japanese general in Foshan, General Miura.
General Miura rattled off a long string of Japanese.
Then, Li Zhao was about to start translating.
Li Yao suddenly raised his palm to stop Li Zhao, and said to General Miura, "You must be General Miura. I don't believe you don't speak Chinese. Since you have come to our land, speak our language."
General Miura was slightly taken aback. He clearly understood Li Yao's words, but he hadn't expected Li Yao to say such a thing.
At this moment, Sato excitedly spoke a long string of Japanese, and from his expression, it was clear that he also understood Chinese.
Clearly, he was trying to persuade General Miura not to speak Chinese.
Unfortunately, General Miura ignored Sato.
Speaking in broken Chinese, he said to Li Yao, "Mr. Li, you are the most courageous Chinese I have ever met. If all Chinese were like you, your land would not have been occupied by us."
Li Yao gently shook his finger and said calmly, "General Miura, you are wrong. There are many tough Chinese people, not just me. You just haven't seen them yet. Also, there is an old Chinese saying, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.' Although you have occupied a lot of our land now, we will take it all back one day. And that day will come soon."
General Miura burst into laughter, as if he had heard a utterly absurd joke.
He clutched his stomach, pointed at Li Yao, and laughed uncontrollably.
The other Japanese people also joined in the laughter.
Li Zhao stood to the side, unsure whether to cry or laugh, feeling extremely awkward.
As for Li Yao, he simply looked at Miura calmly, as if he were looking at a clown.
After a moment, Miura stopped laughing.
Miura resumed his cold expression and said to Li Yao, "I've heard that Mr. Li's martial arts are the best in Foshan. I'm very interested in Chinese martial arts, so I'd like to invite you to spar with our great Japanese samurai."
Without hesitation, Li Yao replied, "Sure, I'm also very interested in your karate. However, if you want me to spar with your Japanese samurai, then please have your samurai come to my martial arts school to spar!"
Miura stared intently at Li Yao and slowly uttered, "Are you sure?"
Li Zhao was sweating profusely and kept giving Li Yao meaningful glances, hoping that Li Yao would not go against the Japanese.
Li Yao ignored Li Zhao. He was not afraid of Miura's direct gaze and returned it with a calm and composed look, chuckling lightly, "Bring it on!"
Miura saw a strong sense of confidence in Li Yao's eyes, which made him even more interested in Li Yao. He wanted to know what Li Yao's abilities were that gave him such strong confidence.
After staring at each other for a long time, Miura suddenly turned and left, leaving behind the words, "You wait!"
Chapter 11 Striving for National Glory, One Against Thirty
General Miura left the Seiryu Martial Arts School.
Furthermore, he left behind the message: "Do not be rude to Mr. Li."
This statement was clearly directed at Sato and other Japanese people.
If you think that General Miura was soft-hearted, then you are wrong.
Who knows what kind of wicked scheme Miura is really up to?
Li Yao released Sato.
Without the Grim Reaper's hand choking him, Sato felt as if he had been reborn.
He twisted his neck and straightened his uniform.
He then glared fiercely at Li Yao before leaving the Qinglong Martial Arts School with the remaining Japanese.
Li Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and secretly gave Li Yao a thumbs up.
Immediately, he eagerly followed the Japanese.
Liang Xiang spat fiercely at Li Zhao's retreating figure and cursed, "Traitor!"
Li Yao shook his head slightly and said, "This can't be blamed on Li Zhao. After all, he has a whole family to support!"
Liang Xiang still said disdainfully, "Even so, there's no need to be a lackey of the Japanese."
Li Yao said, "Actually, Li Zhao didn't do anything bad. He was just a translator for the Japanese. After all, he's your junior brother, so don't be too harsh on him."
Liang Xiang nodded and said, "Yes, Master."
Then, with an expression of admiration on his face, he said, "Master, you were amazing just now. That General Miura actually listened to you completely."
Li Yao shook his head and reminded him, "Prime Minister Liang, you must not be fooled by Miura's hypocritical behavior. He is not obedient to me, but is harboring evil intentions. He may reveal his wolfish true colors at any time."
Liang Lian quickly adopted a humble and eager-to-learn attitude, saying, "Master sees things very clearly; those Japanese are just a pack of wolves that can't be tamed."
Li Yao nodded: "Good to know."
Liang Xiang's eyes darted around, and he asked, "Master, you just told Miura that we Chinese can take back the land occupied by the Japanese, is that true?"
Li Yao said, "Of course it's true. At most, it won't take more than seven years for the Japanese to surrender, and then we will be able to reclaim the territory occupied by the Japanese."
It was now 1938.
Seven years later, Japan surrendered, and the War of Resistance against Japan ended in victory.
Liang Xiang was greatly puzzled, not understanding why Li Yao was so certain that Japan would surrender, and even more so, why he was so certain about the timing of the surrender.
So he asked curiously, "Master, why are you so sure that the Japanese will surrender in seven years?"
Li Yao smiled mysteriously and explained, "Actually, besides Wing Chun, I am also very proficient in fortune telling. I have already predicted that the Japanese will surrender to us in seven years."
Liang Xiang, however, was somewhat skeptical of Li Yao's statement.
However, seven years later, when Liang Xiang, who had settled in Hong Kong, learned of the Japanese surrender, he immediately gave two thumbs up and said with admiration, "Master, you are truly a genius!"
The next day, General Miura led a large group of Japanese samurai to the Seiryu Martial Arts School.
Because the martial arts school had limited space, Li Yao led Miura and the other Japanese to an open area in front of the school.
Just yesterday, the news that "Wing Chun master Li Yao will fight a Japanese samurai" spread like wildfire throughout Foshan.
Therefore, many people gathered in front of the Qinglong Martial Arts School today.