Chapter 160: Next Up, a Master Player: Rinichi Miki!

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Crazy! It's absolutely insane!

This is going to kill someone!

Qin Leye watched in utter shock!

Satoh Tadayori's head and face were covered with red peppers, thick oil dripped continuously from his body. A big mandarin fish lay on top of him, its eyes rolled back in a comical manner.

Satoh was screaming like a pig being slaughtered; his four bodyguards finally reacted to the situation, two hurriedly helping their boss wipe off the peppers and oil while the other two charged at Song Mingsheng!

Previously, Song Mingsheng had bravely doused Satoh with the fish basin, but now he was intimidated by these trained bodyguards. Just when he thought that those bodyguards' fists were about to smash his face, a hand blocked in front of him.

The hand belonged to Wang Zheng.

One punch and kick sent both guards crashing into the wall; blood splattered everywhere as they lost consciousness.

The remaining two bodyguards, seeing this scene, were trembling with fear. They no longer dared to wipe their boss's face; instead, they clenched their fists and glared at Wang Zheng, but their faces revealed nothing but terror.

These bodyguards of Satoh were all specially trained experts, among the top ranks in Japan, yet they found themselves defeated by this young man with just two moves!

This terrifying strength was something they had never heard of before, leaving them shocked and frightened.

Song Mingsheng looked at Wang Zheng protecting him and sighed heavily, pressing on his racing heart. If Wang Zheng hadn't intervened in time, he would have been the one lying on the floor now.

After the initial shock, gratitude and fear welled up in Song Mingsheng's eyes for this man who was truly terrifying.

Wang Zheng smiled slightly and pointed at these two bodyguards, saying: "If you don't want to end up like them, then disable Satoh Tadayori. If you're smart, do as I say."

"Mr. Qin," Song Mingsheng said, "please have the interpreter convey my words to them."

Qin Leye was already stunned by this sudden turn of events and didn't need to give any orders; the interpreter had already started translating Wang Zheng's words.

The remaining two individuals listened to Wang Zheng's words and looked at the masked man, Sato Tenggorou, who was wailing on the ground. They showed signs of hesitation.

A slightly more robust man pondered for a moment before suddenly pouncing towards Wang Zheng without warning!

Wang Zheng smiled as he observed everything happening around him and did not make any moves, while Liu Xuan was already alarmed by the situation, exclaiming in fear.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound echoed through the air; the bodyguard who attacked Wang Zheng collapsed softly on the ground. Meanwhile, Wang Zheng stood there nonchalantly with his hands behind his back, as if he had never made any moves at all.

Actually, Wang Zheng did not make a move either; the attacker was his companion.

Wang Zheng looked at the only standing small Japanese man with a smiling face, and there was a hint of mockery in his words as he said, "I can see you're the strongest among them. Why don't you attack me instead of your comrade"

The expression on the small Japanese man's face showed some internal struggle before it vanished instantly; he clenched his teeth and replied, "I'm not a match for you."

Wang Zheng simply said, "Then disable your master."

Hearing this, the short bodyguard did not hesitate. He kicked Sato Tenggorou, who was still wailing on the ground, straight towards the wall of the VIP room, leaving a thick bloodline trace behind as he slid down.

His punch was like a stroke of paint!

The power passed through skin and flesh to reach bone with such force that even a casual kick could unleash this level of destructive power. This left Wang Zheng looking at the short Japanese man in a new light.

Wang Zheng had this kind of strength, Li Minghao had this kind of strength, Lin Xijue also possessed it, and so did this seemingly inconspicuous Japanese man before him.

"What's your name" Wang Zheng asked.

"Miyagi Junichi," the short Japanese man replied succinctly, with no emotion on his face as if he had not been the one who injured his master and comrade just now.

As Wang Zheng looked at this Japanese man before him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

A person with such strength and acumen was like a wild beast; at any moment they could turn against their master. Unlike Lin Xijue who had joined him because he sought higher martial arts achievements, this Miyagi Junichi turned on his comrade when faced with a formidable enemy... Wang Zheng found it hard to fathom this Japanese man's true nature.

The moment before domineering, Sakamoto Togoro now lies motionless on the ground like a dead pig, drenched in chili oil soup and devoid of his former arrogance.

His eyes had been directly splashed with hot oil, causing severe burns. If not treated promptly at a hospital, there is a risk he could go blind.

Yet now, nobody cares about Sakamoto's wellbeing.

"Quickly take your Japanese father to the hospital," Wang Zheng said to Qin Leiyu who was trembling beside him: "Remember, you are Chinese and cannot help Japanese devils bully your fellow countrymen."

Wang Zheng’s words were cold and emotionless. Upon hearing them, Qin Leiyu hurriedly nodded his head in agreement and then led Li Lunpei and others to carry the unconscious Sakamoto Togoro away.

Mitsu Rinichi watched all this silently and asked Wang Zheng with a chilly tone: "What are you planning to do with me"

Wang Zheng smiled and retorted: "Do you think you can defeat me"

Mitsu Rinichi shook his head directly, “I cannot.”

"Since you haven't fought with me, how do you know that"

Mitsu Rinichi honestly replied: “I could tell just by looking at your skills.”

Indeed, a master certainly has an extraordinary eye. Wang Zheng had only shown two simple moves, but Mitsu Rinichi had already concluded he couldn’t defeat him and made the decision to abandon his friend for self-preservation. This left Wang Zheng feeling cold about this person.

The atmosphere in the private room was somewhat odd; three Japanese bodyguards were lying on the ground unconscious, Song Mingsheng and Liu Xuan both staring at Wang Zheng, while Mitsu Rinichi remained silent with his head slightly lowered, eyes fixed to the floor as if deep in thought.

After a minute of silence, Wang Zheng spoke up: "I really can't figure out how an expert from the Japanese Mad Blade Sect ended up working for such a lowlife."

Hearing this, Mitsu Rinichi abruptly lifted his head with eyes full of astonishment. He hadn’t expected that Wang Zheng could immediately identify his sect's name!

“You don't need to look so surprised,” said Wang Zheng as he narrowed his eyes slightly and continued: “I am quite familiar with the Mad Blade Sect. In the past, I had several fights with Yamaki Shunsuke from this sect. Although you didn’t use a blade just now but only threw one punch and kicked once, I could see traces of the Mad Blade Sect in your moves. This is an indelible mark; unless you renounce your martial arts skills yourself, it won't disappear.”

Mitsu Rinichi lifted his head to look deeply at Wang Zheng. Wang Zheng's words had left him thunderstruck!

The Mad Blade Sect is a branch of Japanese martial arts characterized by bold and fierce swordsmanship; Yamaki Shunsuke represents this style! By Chinese lineage, Mitsu Rinichi should actually address Yamaki Shunsuke as his senior master uncle!

He knew Wang Zheng was powerful, but he didn't expect that Wang Zheng could actually fight evenly with Yamakura Shunsuke!

Mitsu Juichi was originally a genius youth of the Crazy Sword Style. By the time he was fifteen years old, there were no opponents among his peers. Even some uncles and senior relatives weren't his match either, which fostered Mitsu Juichi's arrogant nature and violent temper. He then challenged seniors without considering his limits and was chased out by a few elders who disapproved of him. However, after being expelled from the sect, he sneaked back into the sect to kill his most hated uncle. Afterward, he fled to Japan and was hunted down by his sect before joining Sakata Togoro to survive until now.

Under Sakata's command, Mitsu Juichi never drew his sword because he feared being tracked down by his former sect. Of course, for him now, China is a good place to go.

"If I were your master, I wouldn't allow you to work as a bodyguard for others." Wang Zheng's smile had a sinister meaning: "I can listen to your story slowly, but right now I only want to ask you two questions."

The first question is: Have you ever bullied any Chinese people"

Mitsu Juichi gently shook his head.

"The second question is a multiple-choice question." Wang Zheng saw Mitsu's expression and said, "either follow me or die in China."

Choose one," Wang Zheng’s tone was cold.

To either die or obey – it was simple but also very perplexing.

Mitsu Juichi heard this; a barely perceptible smile flashed across his originally stern face. He then said calmly, "I choose the first option."

"Alright," Wang Zheng was quite satisfied with Mitsu's performance. He didn't have any discrimination against him just because he was Japanese. Even if he were a venomous snake, Wang Zheng had confidence in taming it and turning it into a weapon that only hurt others but not himself.

Of course, Wang Zheng hadn’t truly subdued Mitsu Juichi yet. However, when the day came for Wang Zheng to take Mitsu back to Japan to sweep through the Crazy Sword Style, this short man would become the fastest sword in Wang Zheng's hand.

At that moment, the door of the private room was pushed open.

A woman in a light blue suit walked in, followed by several tall men dressed in black suits.

The woman was very beautiful. Her delicate face was not inferior to Liu Xuan's but she had an undeniable mature charm that made her stand out from Liu Xuan. As she walked, her slender waist swayed slightly, and the enticing curves under her short skirt caught everyone’s attention, making them involuntarily swallow their saliva.

When Wang Zheng saw this woman, he was immediately stunned, as was Song Mingsheng.

"Miss Song"narrowed as she turned to look out the window. A hint of unease flashed across her brow, indicating that this matter was serious enough to affect her usually carefree demeanor.No, there must be a solu...