Tanarata looked at Funakoshi Sukeji with a half-smile: "Funakoshi-kun is the eldest son of Mr. Funakoshi Gichin. He must have extraordinary attainments in karate. If you have time, can you give some advice to us young samurai?"

Funakoshi Sukeji stood up, walked to the center of the ring impatiently, and said to the four people who were fighting in pairs: "You all come together."

"Arrogant!"

"asshole!"

The four young samurai couldn't bear it anymore and rushed towards Funakoshi Sukeji.

However, Funakoshi fired two punches like lightning and knocked away the two people who were rushing forward. Then he took a half step back to avoid the attack of the other two people, and hit them in the stomach with two more punches. In an instant,

Knocked the two to the ground.

Everyone was shocked by his skill, and all the young samurai present fell to the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. The eyes that looked at Funakoshi Sukeji no longer had the anger before, but all turned into awe.

After being distracted for a moment, Tanarata clapped and laughed: "As expected of Mr. Funakoshi Yoshizumi's eldest son, the competition in the ring three days later will definitely let the Chinese people know what real martial arts is!"

Funakoshi Sukeji put on his coat again and said impatiently: "After helping you win the ring, I want to compete with the real fighters here. This is my training!"

"Don't worry Funakoshi-kun, I will help you make arrangements." Tanarata said with a smile.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed. During these three days, both China and Japan carried out grand publicity for this arena match.

The Black Dragon Society wants to use this to undermine the confidence of the Chinese people, so naturally the more people should know about this matter, the better.

On the Chinese side, the publicity was completely spontaneous among the people. Some people heard about such a competition through their neighbors, while others heard about it from teahouses and other places.

In fact, the scope of communication was relatively limited at the beginning, but until newspapers reported it, many people in Fengtian came to cheer for their own people.

Wuguan Street is unprecedentedly lively. Among the noisy crowds, there are people selling melon seeds, delivering tea, and selling cigarettes and corn from time to time.

Even in the coldest month of winter, it still cannot stop the enthusiasm of people in Fengtian to watch the game.

"Do you think we can win this group competition?"

"Nonsense, that's for sure. We have so many martial arts masters, how can we be afraid of a bunch of little Japanese?"

"But if we are so powerful, why do we always get bullied?"

"The reason for being bullied is because they have foreign guns and artillery. When it comes to boxing and kicking skills, let's make the little Japanese do it with one hand."
Chapter completed!