novelbest Chapter 141 I Have No Quality
Chapter 141 I Have No Quality
At this time, Fujiwara Tadata saw this, and couldn't help being furious:
"Lin Hongfei, how dare you hurt a Japanese warrior in front of me, I will use the katana sword in my hand to make you feel endless pain!"
"Stop fucking Bibi, you can do it quickly!" Lin Hongfei didn't bother to talk nonsense, and replied directly!
At this time, Wu Qiusheng, Lu Xiwa and the others also came out from the crowd. The four of them lined up in different directions, and they stretched their right hands into their arms to grab the handle of the gun. If there was anything unusual between Fujiwara Tadata and those Dongying people, they would immediately Will draw a gun and shoot.
Lin Hongfei looked around and said, "Everyone, I am dueling with Fujiwara Chuta today. Is there anyone willing to be our witness?"
Lin Hongfei uttered these words one after another in Mandarin, English, French, etc. This action made everyone startled, thinking that this person is so proficient in foreign languages.
As soon as this remark came out, several middle-aged men with tall nose bridges and yellow hair stood up immediately, speaking different languages, and said excitedly: "I am willing, I am willing!"
Even in the West, duels are already very rare, but these big noses are still very keen on this kind of thing.
So as soon as Lin Hongfei spoke, they couldn't wait to stand up.
When Chen Fengchang and Qian Minghe brought Lin Hongfei around to talk with people, Lin Hongfei also met some foreigners.
He looked at the people who stood up, many of them were embassy counselors, managers of Ocean Bank and other prominent figures.
Lin Hongfei invited an embassy counselor from England named Charles to be a witness, which made the counselor very excited. He had watched many duels when he was a child, and he wanted to be a witness for a long time!
With witnesses, the duel between the two sides begins!
"Shh!"
Fujiwara Chuta quickly pulled out his samurai sword, and the slender and curved blade reflected a dazzling light under the light.
"This katana sword was a coming-of-age gift from my grandfather!"
"At the beginning, he wore this samurai sword and led a team to land in Lushun Port. After many years, it can finally show its sharpness on this land again!"
Fujiwara Chuta looked at the samurai sword in his hand with fanatical admiration, then he turned to glare at Lin Hongfei and said:
"Come on, let me see what skills you have, how dare you fight against me!"
Holding the Eight-faced Han Sword, Lin Hongfei casually tossed the scabbard in his hand to a fan of onlookers, and then waved at Fujiwara Tadata: "Okay, I'll let you make the move first!"
When Fujiwara Tadata heard this, he quickly moved his feet, and slashed towards Lin Hongfei with the samurai sword in his hand!
This saber is fierce, and it looks like the posture that can only be obtained after years of kendo training.
The Dongying people next to him immediately applauded: "As expected of a child of the Fujiwara family, Mr. Zhongtai's swordsmanship has far surpassed his peers!"
"That's right, even comparable to some sword masters."
"Hehe, I don't know how courageous this Republic of China person is to dare to fight Zhong Taijun."
"He will pay the price in blood!"
At this moment, the two figures in the duel open space quickly intersected each other. At the moment of staggering, accompanied by the sound of clothes being torn, a stream of blood spurted out and splashed on the smooth floor, forming a picture of plum blossoms!
"what!"
Several female relatives were frightened and screamed, and couldn't help covering their eyes.
At this moment, Lin Hongfei turned around. There was no scar on his body, but the Eight-faced Han sword in his hand was dripping with blood.
On the opposite side, Fujiwara Tadata was shocked. On his chest, a wound across his body suddenly appeared!
"What, Mr. Zhong Tai was actually injured by that man from the Republic of China!"
"how can that be!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"That man from the Republic of China must have used some vicious moves!"
At this time, Lin Hongfei said disdainfully, "If I use more strength, you will be split in half by me!"
"what!"
Fujiwara Tadata became angry from embarrassment, and was cut by Lin Hongfei as soon as they fought, and in front of so many people, he suddenly felt ashamed!
Without the slightest hesitation, Fujiwara Chuta swung his sword forward again, Lin Hongfei swung his long sword, while dodging to avoid Fujiwara Chuta's attack, the sharp blade left a scar on his back!
"idiot!"
Fujiwara Chuta no longer had the polite appearance he had before. After being hacked by Lin Hongfei consecutively, he had completely exposed his ferocious face.
"Hoohoo!"
The samurai sword waved in the air, and Fujiwara Chuta, like a mad dog, launched fierce attacks on Lin Hongfei again and again.
However, Lin Hongfei dodged every attack this time. The sharp Eight-faced Han sword was like the Ling Chi knife used by the executioner, leaving a series of bleeding wounds of different lengths on Fujiwara Chuta's body!
After a short time, Fujiwara Tadata's clothes were cut into more than a dozen cuts, and the continuously gushing blood completely soaked his clothes, and there was a pungent bloody smell in the air!
Seeing Fujiwara Chuta's unlucky behavior, Lin Hongfei raised the Eight-faced Han Sword in his hand, and said sarcastically, "Return to the Dongying Sword Art, return to the Master of Sword Art, fart!"
"Do you know what weapon this is?"
"Eight-faced Han Sword!"
"The ancestors of your ancestors of Dongying Kendo!"
"You dare to take out the stuff of my grandson's life and make wild gestures in front of me. Who gave you the courage?"
"idiot!"
Fujiwara Tadata cursed, then endured the severe pain all over his body, and rushed towards Lin Hongfei again.
Lin Hongfei was not in a hurry, he just cut and bled Fujiwara Tadata with his sword after sword. Although it was not as happy as Ling Chi, seeing his blood pricked all over his body made people feel at ease.
At this time, Lin Hongfei dodged, and the Eight-faced Han sword left a wound on Fujiwara Chuta's buttocks with his backhand.
"It's called stabbing the butt with a knife, open your eyes!"
Lin Hongfei retreated a few steps, stabilized his figure, and said a cheap word from his mouth.
Fujiwara Chuta's mentality was completely broken. He found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hurt Lin Hongfei, but instead left himself with many wounds.
Now, the oozing blood has already given him signs of excessive blood loss, and the constant dizziness in his brain is eroding his sobriety and sanity.
"I can't lose!"
"I am a child of the Fujiwara family, and I must not discredit the family!"
"what!"
Fujiwara Chuta let out a roar, and with a ferocious and painful expression, he frantically waved his samurai sword and rushed towards Lin Hongfei.
"Again?"
"Then let's see you on your way!"
Lin Hongfei sneered, and pulled out several sword flowers from the Eight-Faced Han Sword in his hand, and then slashed at the samurai sword in Fujiwara Chuta's hand!
"clang!"
"Crack!"
Accompanied by the crisp collision sound, the samurai sword in Fujiwara Chuta's hand was cut off by the eight-faced Han sword.
"My knife!"
Seeing this scene, Fujiwara Chuta's face turned pale, and he froze in place as if he had lost his soul.
The surrounding Dongying people were even more horrified. The treasured sword of the Fujiwara family was broken. For a samurai, this was no less than losing his second life!
Lin Hongfei sneered, then raised his long sword, and stabbed straight at the vital point of Fujiwara Chuta!
Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce Fujiwara Chuta's heart, a figure suddenly rushed out, and immediately threw Fujiwara Chuta to the ground.
Lin Hongfei pierced the air with a sword, then turned his body, swung the Eight-faced Han Sword again, and attacked the ground.
"clang!"
There was a clear sound of metal collisions, and a man in his [-]s wearing a traditional Japanese costume drew a knife to block Lin Hongfei's long sword.
"Mr. Lin, you have already won, why do you still want to take someone's life?"
"Such a brutal method does not conform to the etiquette of your country's [repaying grievances with virtue]!"
"I also hope that Mr. Lin can abide by the traditional etiquette of your country!" The fifty-year-old man said grimly.
"Sorry, I don't have the quality, and I don't know what it means to repay grievances with virtue!"
Lin Hongfei sneered, and then swung his long sword, ready to drive away this obstructive guy!