Fighting Fujita Go

When morning came, a group of people started exchanging pleasantries at the entrance. Chen Zhen was also there.

"With those two going together, I'm not worried at all," Sun Quan's voice drifted from afar.

"Chen Zhen, Ting'en. Wait up, I want to go too. I heard Fujita Go is very strong. More people means more backup," Yang Xuan called out from a distance.

Huo Ting'en turned back and said, "This is a duel between our Jingwu School and Fujita Go. It's not really appropriate for you to be there. Besides, you've only been practicing martial arts for a few days, you won't be able to help."

At this moment, Li Shuwen's lean and wiry body slowly walked over. "Ting'en, let Ah Xuan go with you. I have confidence in my disciple. It'll also be a good experience for him. If there's no danger, Ah Xuan won't make a move."

"Alright, Ah Xuan, just follow behind us then." Since Li Shuwen had spoken, Huo Ting'en could only nod.

"Okay, elder brother." They were all young. Because Yang Xuan was more cheerful and talkative, the journey wasn't as somber as it would have been. Moreover, being young, they quickly started chatting.

As they got to know each other, Yang Xuan realized Chen Zhen was a bit of a simpleton. Not unintelligent, but not very good at expressing himself.

Huo Ting'en was even more straightforward, a simple person by nature, burdened by the weight of the school master, honor, and the Jingwu School, a poor soul on the verge of collapse.

As they spoke, they arrived at the Hongkou Dojo. As expected, the traitor was Ah Qiang, who was shot dead by Fujita Go.

Fujita Go, an arrogant opponent, waved his hand at his subordinates. "Don't come in without my command."

Fujita Go arrogantly said to Huo Ting'en, "If you lose, I'll give you this plaque." Suddenly, a plaque bearing the words "Sick Man of East Asia" appeared.

It was then that Yang Xuan truly felt the sorrow of this era. Burning with rage, Fujita Go was definitely going to die today. It seemed there were many Japanese soldiers in China, and he could have a good time killing them later.

Changing the subject, Huo Ting'en could no longer hold back and attacked. He leaped up, attacking the center, but was immediately knocked back by a heavy punch from Fujita Go. Huo Ting'en sprang up like a carp and charged forward again, fiercely striking Fujita Go's upper and middle sections with heavy punches.

Fujita Go, holding the plaque in one hand, countered with the other. He completely ignored the heavy punches landing on his body.

Fujita Go retaliated with a punch, an elbow strike, and a straight kick, knocking Huo Ting'en to the ground. He then forcefully slammed the plaque towards the fallen Huo Ting'en.

According to the story, Chen Zhen should have intervened at this point, but Yang Xuan couldn't hold back any longer. He directly intercepted the plaque with one hand and shattered it with a palm strike.

Without another word, he executed a shoulder bump, charging towards Fujita Go. This was Yang Xuan's first full-power attack since arriving in this world. His Telekinesis, which had gradually increased to 300 kilograms, was attached to his entire body, along with the strength of four men and the peak power of hidden energy, all unleashed.

With a bang, Fujita Go was sent flying outside the martial arts hall as if hit by a car.

Yang Xuan gave him no chance to get up. He lifted his foot and unleashed the Eight Extremities Fist's "Six Elbows," striking precisely where Fujita Go was. Since Fujita Go's back was to Yang Xuan, it perfectly broke his spine, rendering him unable to stand.

However, Yang Xuan didn't know this. After all, in his original world, China was a military power and had never been so insulted.

Yang Xuan ran over and straddled Fujita Go. He infused his fists with Telekinesis and forcefully pounded Fujita Go's head. After all, when fighting, you hit people in the face; every hit to the face is a critical blow.

After a long while.

"Stop hitting him, he's dead," Chen Zhen's voice came from behind.

At this point, Yang Xuan, his anger subsiding, saw Fujita Go's face covered in blood, his eyeballs burst, and his head caved in.

Yang Xuan, realizing what had happened, felt a wave of nausea. In his original world, he hadn't even killed a chicken, let alone a person. He immediately threw up in the garden. Unfortunately, he had just eaten before leaving, so he ended up spitting out bile.

Afterward, things unfolded just as in the original story. Ah Qiang became the scapegoat.

Upon returning to the Jingwu School, he reported all the details of the incident to his master.

"Master, my stomach still feels terrible," Yang Xuan said, his face pale.

"Kid, killing someone for the first time feels like this. It'll get better with time," Li Shuwen comforted him.

"I originally wanted to pass down my signature skill, the Liuhe Great Spear. But it's a shame you don't like spear techniques," Li Shuwen said regretfully.

"Uh, Master, I really don't like spear techniques, nor do I particularly like using swords. I prefer heavy weapons like sabers or axes," Yang Xuan said apologetically.

"Alright, Ah Xuan, I've finished my business here and plan to return to my hometown in Cangzhou. Do you want to come with me?"

"Master, your disciple has been out for some time. I plan to go home and visit my parents."

"Alright. My old home is in Wangnanliang Village, Yanshan County, Cangzhou, Hebei. If you go there and mention my name, you'll be able to find my home," Li Shuwen said.

"Okay, Master. After I bid farewell to my parents, I will definitely come to see you," Yang Xuan replied.

Yang Xuan felt his luggage here was of no use. After packing it up, he casually gave it to a beggar and browsed the street stalls for anything he could buy, as he still had about 14,000 silver yuan left to spend. In his real life, he wasn't exactly well-off.

"Customer, it's you! Have you got more good items to pawn?" the shopkeeper asked solicitously.

That's right, Yang Xuan had come to the same place where he'd sold his watch before. "Shopkeeper, do you have any antiques?"

"Yes, yes. It depends on what kind the customer likes," the shopkeeper smiled.

"I have 14,000 silver dollars here. I like paintings. You can pick out some other things for me." As he spoke, he casually placed his hand on the counter and applied a little force. When he removed his hand, a palm print about a centimeter deep was left. "Remember not to try and fool me with fakes, or else, hmph."

"Understood, understood." The shopkeeper's eyes narrowed. This person was not simple. He quickly found a few good items. "Customer, here are the items."

He was back in the alley where he had come from.

"System, return."

With a blink of his eyes, the environment changed drastically. He was back in his company dorm. He glanced at the clock. Ha, less than an hour had passed.

Too excited, he clenched his fist, feeling the immense power within. Alas, it was only early morning. There was nothing he could do but wait until tomorrow.

He fell asleep with a smile, and the night passed uneventfully.

Because he had been practicing martial arts, Yang Xuan woke up very early. He called the landlady.

"Hello, landlady. I'll be away for a few days. Yes, yes, I can work the computer shift at night. Mm, okay," Yang Xuan replied over the phone.

Since the company sold furs, there wasn't much business in the summer. On duty, they mostly just watched to see if any customers came to buy clothes out of season. So, taking time off was especially easy.

Yang Xuan did some research online. After all, he had never been involved in the antique business before. He chose a relatively well-known auction house.

Fushide Auction House.

After a simple tidy-up, he took a taxi to Shanghai. Yes, you read that right. A taxi. Although Yang Xuan had his own car, he still got a headache thinking about the "Magic City" where Fushide was located. The traffic routes were like a spiderweb, and the subway made him dizzy. Anyway, he was about to have money, so he didn't mind this small expense.

Arriving at the entrance of Fushide, he thought, "Not bad, not bad. It truly lives up to its reputation as an international auction house. The scale is just..."

...magnificent.

Feeling the opulent splendor of the grand hall, he walked slowly inside.

"Good day, sir. Are you here to auction an item or to participate in the auction?" a server asked respectfully.