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Following Ishii Ansei, Honda Tashun began to learn the way of the sword. Influenced by Ishii Ansei, he became aware of the hidden talents within Huaxia Martial Arts and aspired to one day challenge them. Thus, he also studied the Huaxia Language.
"You dare to strike in front of me? If you don't give me an explanation, don't blame me for being rude," Honda Tashun said in Huaxia Language. Although his pronunciation was somewhat awkward, it was still understandable.
"Even if I were to commit murder, I wouldn't owe you an explanation, no matter what," Jiang Chen replied nonchalantly, his gaze filled with disdain.
Honda Tashun's skill was far inferior to that of the two men from the Island Nation that Jiang Chen had killed earlier that afternoon. It was laughable that he would dare to provoke Jiang Chen. He probably didn't know what had happened that day! But Murata Kazuki should be aware; didn't he tell him?
"You are too arrogant. Your Huaxia Martial Arts are nothing special. You, a mere child, dare to boast in our Island Nation? I could take you down with just one hand," Honda Tashun said in a low voice, his anger already igniting.
"Is that so?" Jiang Chen smiled.
"Master Honda, you are no match for him!" Tengye Kikuko quickly warned Honda Tashun.
Tengye Kikuko intended to offer a kind reminder, but instead, it only served to infuriate Honda Tashun further. What? A master like me can't even handle this child?
His eyes gleamed with murderous intent as he extended his hand, fingers like steel claws reaching for Jiang Chen. In Honda Tashun's view, Jiang Chen, being so young, wasn't worth him drawing his katana.
Honda Tashun struck like lightning, confident that he could grasp Jiang Chen easily. However, just as he was about to catch him, Jiang Chen suddenly shifted his form like a phantom, causing Honda Tashun's confident expression to change dramatically.
"Smack!"
A crisp sound echoed through the air as Honda Tashun was sent flying.
"You are not my match; don’t make a fool of yourself," Jiang Chen said calmly.
Honda Tashun stood up from the ground, glaring at Jiang Chen with eyes ablaze. He had been slapped by a young man—such humiliation was intolerable! Yet, as a martial artist, he wasn't foolish; he didn't believe that Jiang Chen had merely been lucky to land that slap.
Jiang Chen's speed had caught him off guard.
However, even if Jiang Chen was fast, Honda Tashun would not be intimidated. The martial artists of the Island Nation revered the spirit of the samurai; if he were to lose to Jiang Chen without regaining face, he would rather commit seppuku.
"Your speed is impressive. I've heard that in Huaxia there is a style of boxing called Wing Chun. That move you just used must be Wing Chun," Honda Tashun said solemnly.
Jiang Chen smiled but did not respond.
Honda Tashun continued: "Unarmed, I may not be your opponent, but what you don’t know is that I practice the way of the sword. When I draw my blade, no matter how fast your fists and legs are, they cannot match my sword."
"If you’re unconvinced, feel free to try," Jiang Chen replied with a faint smile.
"Very well; you’ve forced me to draw my sword." Honda Tashun slowly unsheathed his katana.
The slender and sharp blade gleamed coldly as Honda Tashun stood poised with it, eyes fixed on Jiang Chen like a hawk watching its prey.
Truthfully, deep down inside Honda Tashun lacked confidence at this moment. Jiang Chen's calm demeanor and previous display of skill had deeply shocked him. If he couldn't defeat Jiang Chen even with his katana after failing unarmed, then he truly would have to commit seppuku.
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