When they got up in the morning, a group of people began exchanging greetings at the entrance. Chen Zhen was there too.
"I'm not worried at all with those two going together." Nong Jin Sun's voice drifted over from a distance.
"Chen Zhen, Ting En, wait for me. I want to go too. I heard Fujita Go is very powerful. An extra person means an extra pair of hands." Yang Xuan called out from afar.
Huo Ting'en turned around. "This is a duel between Jingwu School and Fujita Go. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to come. Besides, you've only been practicing martial arts for a few days. You wouldn't be able to help."
At that moment, Li Shuwen approached at a leisurely pace, his body lean and wiry. "Ting En, just let A-Xuan go with you. I have confidence in my disciple. It'll also broaden his horizons. If there's no danger, A-Xuan won't interfere."
"All right, A-Xuan. Stay behind us later." Now that Li Shuwen had spoken, Huo Ting'en could only nod.
"All right, senior brother." They were all young men, and Yang Xuan was outgoing and talkative. As a result, the group was not as grim-faced as before during the journey. Since they were all young, it did not take long for them to start chatting.
Only after getting acquainted did they realize that Chen Zhen was a simple-minded fellow—not stupid, but not very good at expressing himself.
Huo Ting'en was even simpler. He was simply a straightforward man, an unfortunate fellow nearly crushed beneath the weight of the dojo, honor, and Jingwu School.
By the time they finished talking, they had arrived at Hongkou Dojo. Sure enough, the traitor was A-Qiang, and Fujita Go shot him dead.
Fujita Go arrogantly waved a hand at his subordinates. "No one enters without my order."
Fujita Go addressed Huo Ting'en smugly. "If you lose, I'll give you this plaque." It was none other than a plaque bearing the words Sick Man of East Asia.
Only then did Yang Xuan truly feel the sorrow of this era. Fury burned in his chest. Fujita Go was doomed to die today. It seemed there were still plenty of Japanese troops in China. When the time came, he could have a good slaughter.
Meanwhile, Huo Ting'en could no longer hold back. He sprang into the air and struck straight down the center. After his kick landed, Fujita Go sent him flying back with a heavy punch. Huo Ting'en performed a carp flip and charged forward again, raining heavy punches on Fujita Go's upper and middle body.
Fujita Go held the plaque in one hand and counterattacked with the other. He completely ignored the heavy punches pounding his body.
Fujita Go answered with a punch and an elbow, followed by a straight kick. He knocked Huo Ting'en to the ground, then swung the plaque down with force.
According to the original plot, Chen Zhen should have stepped in at this point. But Yang Xuan could not hold himself back any longer. He stopped the plaque with one hand and shattered it with a palm strike.
Without another word, he used Mountain-Pressing Lean and slammed into Fujita Go. This was the first time Yang Xuan had gone all out since arriving in this world. The 300 kilograms of psychic force he had gradually built up wrapped around his entire body. The strength of four men and the peak power of An Jin erupted at once.
Bang! Fujita Go looked as if he had been hit by a car, flying straight out of the training hall.
Yang Xuan gave him no chance to get up. He raised his foot and unleashed Baji Quan Elbows, blasting it down from midair onto Fujita Go's position. Since Fujita Go had his back to Yang Xuan, the strike happened to break his spine. He could never stand again.
But Yang Xuan had no idea. In his primary world, Huaxia was a military power and had never been humiliated like this.
Yang Xuan ran over and straddled Fujita Go. Psychic force gathered around both fists as he hammered Fujita Go's head with all his might. After all, when fighting, one had to aim for the face. Every blow to the face was a critical hit.
After a long while.
"Stop hitting him. He's dead." Chen Zhen's voice came from behind him.
Only after his anger gradually subsided did Yang Xuan realize that Fujita Go's face was covered in blood, his eyes had burst, and his skull had caved in.
Once he came to his senses, Yang Xuan felt his stomach churn violently. In his primary world, let alone killing a person, he had never even killed a chicken. He immediately vomited in the garden. To make matters worse, he had just eaten before leaving, and now he threw up even bile.
Afterward, things proceeded just as they had in the original story. A-Qiang became the scapegoat.
After returning to Jingwu School, they reported every detail to their master.
"Master, my stomach still feels terribly uncomfortable." Yang Xuan's face was pale.
"Kid, that's how it is after killing someone for the first time. You'll gradually get better." Li Shuwen comforted him.
"I originally wanted to teach you my family's signature technique, Liuhe Great Spear. What a pity that you don't like spear techniques." Li Shuwen sighed regretfully.
"Uh... Master, I really don't like spear techniques, and I don't particularly like using swords either. I prefer heavy weapons such as sabers or axes." Yang Xuan apologized.
"Mm. A-Xuan, I've finished what I came here to do. I'm preparing to return to my hometown in Cangzhou. Will you come with me?"
"Master, I've been away for quite some time. I'm planning to return home and visit my parents."
"All right. My hometown is in Wangnanliang Village, Yanshan County, Cangzhou, Hebei. Once you get there and give them my name, you'll naturally be able to find my home." Li Shuwen spoke.
"All right, Master. After I say farewell to my parents, I'll definitely come over to see you." Yang Xuan nodded.
Yang Xuan felt that there was nothing useful among his belongings here. After packing everything up, he casually gave it all to a beggar. Then he wandered through the street stalls to see what he could buy. After all, he still had around fourteen thousand silver dollars left to spend. In his real life, his finances were not particularly comfortable either.
"Customer, it's you! Do you have more good goods to pawn?" the shopkeeper asked ingratiatingly.
That was right—Yang Xuan had come to the same shop where he had sold the watch last time. "Shopkeeper, do you have any antiques here?"
"Of course, of course. It depends on what kind you like." The shopkeeper smiled.
"I have fourteen thousand silver dollars here. I like paintings. Pick out some other things as you please." As he spoke, Yang Xuan casually pressed his hand onto the counter and applied a little force. When he lifted his hand, it left a palm print about a centimeter deep in the wood. "Remember, don't try to fool me with fakes. Otherwise, hmph."
"Of course, of course." The shopkeeper's eyes narrowed. This person is no ordinary man. He hurriedly brought out several valuable items. "Customer, your things are here."
It was the same alley he had arrived through.
System, return.
With a blink, the surroundings changed completely. He had already returned to the company dormitory. He glanced at the alarm clock. Ha, less than an hour had passed.
Yang Xuan was so excited that he clenched his fists, feeling the powerful strength within them. Then he sighed. It was only midnight. There was nothing he could do but wait until tomorrow.
He fell asleep with a smile, and the night passed peacefully.
Because he practiced martial arts, Yang Xuan rose very early. He called the proprietress.
"Hello, boss. I'm going out for a few days. Yes, yes, I can work the night shift on the computer. Mm, all right." Yang Xuan answered the call.
The company sold fur clothing, and there was not much business in summer. Working the night shift simply meant checking whether any customers came looking for off-season clothes. Taking leave was therefore especially easy.
Yang Xuan searched online. He had never dealt with the antique business before, so he chose a fairly famous auction house.
Fushide Auction House.
After packing up, he took a taxi to Shanghai. Yes, he had not misread that. He really took a taxi. Although Yang Xuan owned a car, he still got a headache thinking about The City of Devils, where Fushide was located. The traffic routes were like a spiderweb, and the subway map was dizzying just to look at. He would have money soon anyway, so he did not care about spending this little.
When he arrived at the entrance of Fushide, he nodded repeatedly in approval. As expected of an international auction house, the place was truly magnificent.
Taking in the resplendent hall, he slowly walked inside.
"Hello, sir. Are you here to auction an item or to attend an auction?" a server asked respectfully.