Chapter 8: Extremely Arrogant Kick

  The next morning, Ouyang Yun woke up at dawn, and the biological clock he had brought from his previous life hadn't changed a bit. This morning was foggy, with a thin layer of mist scattered in the courtyard, where three new graves were hidden, adding some eerie atmosphere. They stood together, reminding Ouyang Yun of the guards at the entrance of the special forces battalion. He thought back to just the night before, when they were still three lively people who could laugh and get angry. He let out a faint sigh - in these chaotic times, human life was indeed as cheap as straw, this saying was not false at all. He should be more careful himself, he touched his chest, where there were two new holes on his camouflage uniform. If it weren't for the bulletproof vest, he would probably have become another mound of yellow earth here. With a complex mood, he looked at the window that was actually used as a door, shook his head, took two deep breaths, stretched his chest and kicked his legs, then started doing push-ups and jumping jacks.

  The sun rises, another sunny day, the fog has dispersed. He finishes his handstand, flips over and stands up straight, but doesn't see Bai Li Su coming out. He thinks of her words from last night and wonders if she really left? Did she really think of herself as a "wild chicken"?

  "Damn it!" This nickname is really humiliating——

  Nothing in the room had been disturbed; the bed was cold; he was certain that this mysterious woman had really gone.

  Ouyang Yun sat on the threshold, with his computer on his knees. The sunlight shone into the courtyard, very bright. Outside the courtyard, the streets were bustling as they had been the day before. In front of him, a worm was wriggling about. He shook his head and sighed bitterly: "I won't be moved by a saltless girl, will I? Bah!"

  On the computer screen, a text was originally open with more than ten "Bai Li Su". Bai Li Su, Bai Li Su... this name looked so familiar and yet so unique. After about 10 minutes, the screensaver floated out automatically, showing an old man's very vivid smile.

  It was General Chen who wanted to give a gift to Ouyang Yun: "Ouyang, what are you daydreaming about?"

  He was lost in thought, and when he heard the words, he jumped: "General!" He thought the old man had also crossed over. After calming down, he realized what was going on - it turned out that the old man had learned from Zhuge Liang and came up with a plan to test him first. However, if he didn't let the computer screen saver appear, wouldn't the old man's efforts be in vain?!

  "Alright, I guess you've calmed down now, it's time for me to bring out the gift, take a good look..."

  The old man's gift was naturally to help him carry out this so-called task, which is some of the technology that China currently lacks - from this point of view, they really went to great lengths.

  Production process of penicillin; Detailed drawings of AK-47 assault rifle, MG-42 general-purpose machine gun; Some low-end lathe, milling machine, grinding machine production processes; Petroleum refining; Production processes of cutting-edge tanks and cars in the 1950s...

  Ouyang Yun's eyes widened in shock and he exclaimed: "He's gone mad! What is this old thing trying to do?!"

  "Little Ouyang, if the Sino-Japanese War hasn't broken out yet, you should first set up a pharmaceutical factory to produce penicillin. That stuff is more valuable than gold. Once you have the money, set up an ordnance factory and start producing AK-47s, MG-42s... of course, anti-tank rifles are also necessary, our Type 88 isn't bad at all. I've prepared the blueprints for you too. Then there's tanks, planes, artillery... as long as you have the ability, you can get your hands on some..."

  "Want to have some fun? Hmph, does he think this is an online game? Does the protagonist have a deathless body?" Ouyang Yun looked on with a hum. This old man was too sinister, this gift was more like the apple in the Garden of Eden, tempting but with unpredictable consequences if eaten.

  "Little Ouyang, do you like this gift?" The screen saver finally acted like a screen saver, with beautiful women and scenery floating by one after another. However, the old man's last sentence was really too much of a mood killer. Ouyang Yun leaned against the door frame, feeling tired.

  This gift is clearly a vice burden, and it's quite heavy. If he fails, the old man will say: "You've let down the people, you've let down the party?" At least, he'll think that he's let down his ancestors, his own conscience, and those 320 million people.

  "I've been had! This is clearly one of their games! The simulation is 100% realistic, and I'm the only player! Ah, if only I had just been a medic from the start..."

  Ouyang Yun didn't know that when General Chen and Old Huang designed this "Anti-Japanese" plan, the latter had indeed expressed such doubts: "Old Chen, why do I feel like we're designing a game?!"

  General Chen was openly obsessed with war games at the base, his eyes lit up and he said: "No wonder you're an intellectual, your words are so sharp! 'Anti-Japanese' isn't just a game, is it? Ah, I'm so envious of Ou Yang Yun that little thing, he's like the only player!"

  Then there was what he said to Ouyang Yun later: "If I were forty years younger, this good thing would not have fallen to you."

  The sun slowly climbed up from the treetops and into the middle of the sky, with the temperature rising bit by bit. Ouyang Yun stood on the rooftop, starting to sweat at his temples. Chen Lao's words weighed heavily on his heart, making him feel suffocated. Not far away, the gates of Yenching University were wide open, and a group of students poured out, with Chen Jiaoyu hugging a stack of lecture notes, walking towards the entrance where Chu Tiange was waiting. The two of them chatted as they walked towards this "haunted house".

  Ouyang Yun jumped off the roof and waited quietly for them.

  Chu Tian Ge rushed into the courtyard and went straight to Bai Liu Su's room. Not seeing anyone, she shouted loudly: "Indeed not here?"

  Chen Jiayao saw the three graves, her face suddenly turned pale, and her eyebrows furrowed - how could this place, which was also her home, become a cemetery? As the owner, she certainly had an opinion.

  Ouyang Yun naturally understood her idea and said, "They are all heroes. Even if they were buried here, it wouldn't humiliate this mansion. Jia Yao, I want to buy this place. Name a price."

  Forced smile, Chen Jiayao said: "It's okay, this house, I'll give it to you."

  Chu Tian Ge only then noticed those new graves and said: "Not bad, they deserve to be called heroes. Ouyang big brother, where is Feng Huang?"

  She's gone.

  I saw her this morning.

  "Did you see her? Where?" Ouyang Yun stared at him, his tone somewhat excited for a moment. He didn't know why she had to leave, but one thing was certain - the woman would definitely make some extreme moves. Shen Jian died at the hands of the Japanese Black Dragon Society, and the Black Dragon Society in Beiping wouldn't just stop at killing those few people. The woman's temper was really too stubborn; would she dare to go alone and challenge them?!

  "She entered the city, I saw her at Xizhimen," said Chu Tiange, opening up the rolled-up cloth notice in his hand.

  The poster was collected by one of his classmates as a work of art, and it is well-preserved. The "great thief" on it has a black cloth covering his face, with a scar running from the corner of his eye to the bridge of his nose, disappearing into the black cloth. His eyes are big and vivid.

  Ouyang Yun recognized him at a glance, it was indeed Bai Li Su.

  "She seemed to have made up, the scars on her face had disappeared, but she could still be recognized."

  Bai Liu Su's hair is white, this characteristic is too obvious, as long as someone has a mind to think about it, no matter if there are scars on her face or not, they can associate her identity as the "Great Thief" from her hair.

  Ouyang Yun furrowed his brow and asked: "Tiangē, be honest with me, have you heard of the Japanese Black Dragon Society?"

  "I've heard that they have a training hall in Sanzi Hutong, and my senior brother and I even went to challenge them," Chu Tian Ge said, a hint of embarrassment on his face. "However, we lost very badly."

  It's not just very miserable, they were completely carried back, and he was still lying in bed for more than a month.

  Ouyang Yun grabbed him and said, "Quickly, take me there."

  Chu Tian Ge dazedly said, "Good."

  Two people quickly walked out, Chen Jiayao looked at the three new graves, only to feel that the yard was gloomy and eerie, her face turned even paler, chasing after them shouting: "Wait for me, Ouyang brother, test paper."

  Ouyang Yun turned back and shouted: "Jia Yao, you go back to school first, I'll find time to get the test paper, remember to lock the door." Then he pulled Chu Tian Ge who wanted to turn back, ran into De Sheng Hutong, pushed him onto the car, started the fire, and drove away.

  In a siheyuan on the east side of Deshengmen Street in Xicheng District, Beijing, the secret base of the Black Dragon Society in Beiping was set up.

  In the restaurant across the street, it was learned that a woman had indeed gone in early in the morning. Ouyang Yun picked up the front and back of the long shirt she had just bought on the road and stuffed it into her waistband, saying to Chu Tiange in a low voice: "You go back."

  "What's wrong?!"

  Ouyang Yun's mouth curled up, and he said coldly: "I might kill someone."

  Chu Tian Ge was shocked, blinked several times, and let out a deep breath: "I can also kill people."

  Ouyang Yun looked at him with a playful smile: "Don't blame me if you get dumped, Chen Jiaoyao is still waiting to 'grow old together' with you."

  Chu Tian Ge's face turned slightly red, and he said: "Nonsense, the eight characters are not even a stroke yet." He seemed to think of something, his tone somewhat melancholy: "I have no future with her, I have self-awareness - I've disliked the Japanese for a long time, if my cheap life can be exchanged for a devil, it's worth it."

  His words were bold and impressive, Ouyang Yun was very appreciative, patted his shoulder and laughed: "Kid, you've got guts! Alright, let's go, not a single one will stay behind!"

  "One... won't stay?!" Chu Tian Ge sucked in a breath of cool air.

  Ouyang Yun exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, his right hand holding a steel needle, and strode forward to knock on the door.

  A moment later, the gate creaked open a crack, and an eye appeared in the gap. It cautiously glanced at the two strangers outside, just as it was about to ask a question, suddenly everything went black, followed by a sharp pain in the eyes, "thud" fell to the ground, mouth wide open, but unable to make a sound.

  Ouyang Yun's hands were quick and ruthless, as soon as the opponent revealed his eyes, the steel needle in his hand flew over, accurately piercing into his eyeball. The **on the needle took effect immediately, knocking the opponent to the ground. Chu Tiange watched with wide eyes and a chill rising in his heart - he had practiced martial arts and knew how formidable it was. Ouyang Yun's move seemed simple, but required high speed and accuracy, and without extensive practice, it would be difficult to achieve this effect. Moreover, he showed no hesitation when taking action, this level of ruthlessness... did he really intend to "leave none alive"?

  Ouyang Yun slipped in through the gap in the door, turned around to see him still dazed, pulled him inside and locked the door, saying "Be careful", and strode into the interior.

  "Yu Dao, who is it?" someone shouted in Japanese from inside the house.

  Ouyang Yun replied in Japanese: "It's me." The person had already reached the front door of the main house.

  Three Japanese men wearing samurai costumes and wooden clogs were sitting and standing in the main house, all with long swords at their waists. The one who was questioned was walking towards the door, saw him, hesitated for a moment, and asked suspiciously: "Who are you?"

  Ouyang Yun burst out laughing, revealing two rows of big white teeth. His feet didn't stop moving as he walked up to him and said: "Death God!" With a flick of his left hand, two steel needles shot towards the two people sitting down. His right hand thrust forward, and the steel needle in his hand pierced the opponent's abdomen.

  "Dead—" The questioning Japanese man's "god" character couldn't be spoken, his mouth agape, and he had already gone limp. At the same time, the two seated individuals' bodies rose a few inches, their mouths open, and their knives were drawn out about a foot long, then they fell back down, collapsing onto the chair—Ouyang Yun's movements were simply too fast, although they instinctively reacted, they still lagged behind by one step—the knives that had lost their external force automatically returned to their scabbards, but their mouths could no longer be closed.

  Ouyang Yun caught the Japanese man in front of him and gently put him on the ground, his right hand quickly pulled out a steel needle and stabbed the opponent's heart. He stood up, casually pulled out the samurai sword from the opponent's waist, and moved towards the room on the right. He lifted the door curtain, didn't see anyone, then quickly moved to the left room, still didn't see anyone, so he rushed towards the backyard.

  On both sides of the courtyard are wing-rooms, and in the middle some flowers and grasses are planted, among which there are even two cherry blossom trees, more than two meters tall, with blossoms in full bloom, red and white alternating, very beautiful. It seems that Heilong has been using this place as a secret base for quite some time.

  The main house has two rooms, the left side is a merged practice room, and the right side is a bedroom. In the practice room, more than a dozen Japanese people are sitting along the wall, in the center of the room, two Japanese men are holding wooden swords and fighting, next to them, a man in his thirties or forties has his hands tucked into his sleeves, coldly watching the fight; in the bedroom, Hei Long Hui's person in charge in Beiping, Hirano Akio, is hanging his left hand, frowning angrily at Matsushita Shigeru who is standing with his head down.

  "Is the Chinese woman awake yet?"

  "Not yet."

  "Haven't they sent word yet?"

  "Yes."

  "Go to Yenching University and invite Old John over, we must save the life of that Chinese woman. If we want to get back that 'donation', we can only start with her."

  "Hey, I'm going right now."

  "Change into another set of clothes and go again, that old thing Saitō Ryūden is very stubborn."

  "Hey!"

  Matsushita Island rushed out of the study, hastily walking towards his own room, looked up and saw Ouyang Yun rushing in, frowned and asked loudly: "What's going on?"

  Ouyang Yun's feet didn't stop, his right hand wielded a warrior's knife in a flower-like motion, and he laughed: "Kick the hall!"

  "Eight Trigrams!" Matsuda Kojuro's face turned red with rage, and he shouted towards the training hall: "Rukawa, come out! Someone is challenging the dojo!" He glared at the Chinese man in front of him who didn't know any better, and was about to continue with his own business when suddenly a flash of white light flew towards him, accompanied by a gust of wind. He let out a startled yelp, instinctively taking a step back, but it was too late - his neck suddenly felt an intense pain, and before he could even realize what had happened, his head and body were separated... Was that my own body? His severed head flew through the air, looking at the body below which was still spewing out a fountain of red blood from the neck stump. As he thought this, his gaze lingered on the cherry blossoms blooming nearby before losing consciousness.

  The sound of "kick, kick" came from the training room, and Ryuusei Nagare led a group of disciples rushing out. Along with him, two Japanese men from the left wing house and Akio Hirano also appeared in the courtyard.

  Everyone saw the miserable figure in the yard and immediately surrounded Ouyang Yun, shouting loudly. Hirano Akio and Ryuugawa Masaki's faces turned pale, with the latter angrily shouting: "Chinese pig, report your name!"

  As soon as Chu Tian Ge entered the yard, he saw Ouyang Yun beheading someone with a flying knife. A bloody smell rushed into his nostrils, his stomach turned sour, and then he vomited without warning.

  His vomiting didn't seem to matter, as several of Liu Chuan's disciples also started throwing up. The remaining disciples couldn't help but take action, with seven or eight of them drawing their swords and charging at Ouyang Yun without waiting for their master's orders.

  The moment before, Ouyang Yun's gaze fell on the "Liu Chuan Wu Guan" sign hanging at the entrance of the training room, with a sarcastic expression on his face, and said in Japanese: "You have the courage to open a martial arts school, but you don't have the guts to hang up a signboard openly. The Wa people will always be Wa people, they can't get on stage!"

  Takashi Ryokawa furiously shouted: "You're looking for death!"

  The next moment, Ouyang Yun welcomed the rushing Japanese man with a knife slash and a kick, cutting off two heads, chopping one person to death, kicking three people flying, and sacrificing a long gown himself.

  "Liukong Wu Guan" had a total of 21 disciples, four were killed earlier, now three more died and three were injured. One stayed in the cellar to take care of Bai Liusu, leaving only ten people. Among the ten, two were vomiting with exhaustion, so there were only eight who could still fight. They held knives in both hands, looking at Ouyang Yun as if they were looking at a legendary ancient demon god. Their martial spirit was completely gone, and they trembled with fear, not daring to move forward.

  Hirano Akio's right hand reached into his waist and grasped the gun handle; Ryuugawa Masaki's eyes were bloodshot, both hands drew swords, teeth clenched, step by step down the stairs. When he was about two meters away from Ouyang Yun, he suddenly let out a loud shout and rushed over quickly.

  Ouyang Yun grasped the hem of his long gown with his left hand and pulled it off, "swish" sound, the gown flew towards Liuchuan Zhengshu, then he lowered his body and rushed forward.

  Ryokawa Masaki's eyes were fixed intently on the incoming cloak, and with a sudden movement, he froze in place, his hands dancing as a flash of knife light burst forth, shredding the cloak to pieces. He followed up with a loud shout, retracting his blade to deflect the slash from Ouyang Yun's incoming knife.

  Ouyang Yun drew back his knife and kicked out with his right foot towards his opponent's wrist. "Clang" - his knife was a step too slow, the tip of the blade was cut off, and it actually broke.

  Ryokawa Masaki showed no mercy, cutting off Ouyang Yun's sword tip with one slash and chopping down with the momentum.

  Without the protection of the knife tip, Ou Yang Yun's kick was equivalent to sending himself under the blade. He hastily withdrew his foot and leaned back.

  In the flash of lightning, Liuchuan Zhengshu's move was already old, he let out a loud roar, his wrist flipped over, the blade edge slashed upwards and cut towards Ouyang Yun's abdomen.

  Both parties moved too fast, Ouyang Yun only knew to parry and counterattack, without any special feeling. Chu Tiange, who was watching from the side, took a breath of cold air and secretly called out "not good" - this knife cut was real, and Ouyang Yun would inevitably be disembowelled.

  Ouyang Yun naturally knew the harm of this knife, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he shifted his center of gravity downwards, falling towards the ground. He held the broken knife horizontally in front of his chest, preparing to parry his opponent's next move, whether it was a thrust or a slash.

  Ryūkawa Masaki swung his sword in a wide arc, and as expected, the blade descended vertically, stabbing into his abdomen.

  "Good!" "Kill him!" The onlookers were all seasoned spectators, and when they saw Ryuugamine Masaki gaining the upper hand, some Japanese people started cheering; Hirano Akio's right hand left the gun handle, a cold smile spreading across his face; Chu Tiange gripped the knife handle tightly, ready to rush up and rescue someone at any moment.

  Ryokawa Masaki's sword didn't know what it was doing, its sharpness unparalleled. Ouyang Yun had anticipated the attack early on, but when he met Ryokawa's sword with his own, his blade immediately shattered. This time, his abdomen was left completely exposed, and the sword tip was only half a foot away from his belly - Chu Tian Ge wanted to save him, rushing forward without regard; while the Japanese man almost jumped up; Ryokawa Masaki's eyes turned an even deeper red, a cruel smile spreading across his face - but when he saw that Ouyang Yun, who had been reduced to a state of helplessness, actually curled up the corners of his lips and revealed a mocking smile on his face, his eyebrows twitched involuntarily, and a thread of unease quickly sprouted in his heart.