Chapter 8: The Extremely Arrogant Challenge

Two people hurriedly walked outside. Chen Jiayao glanced at the three new graves and felt an increasing chill in the courtyard, her face growing paler. She called after them, "Wait for me, Brother Ouyang, the exam paper."

I have heard that they have a restaurant in Sanzi Hutong, and my senior and I even went to play there. " Chu Tiange said, a blush appearing on his face, "However, we lost quite badly.

The nickname "wild chicken" is indeed quite derogatory

In the blink of an eye, Rukawa Sakuragi's technique had become outdated. He let out a loud shout, twisting his wrist, and the blade arced upward, slashing towards Ouyang Yun's abdomen

General Chen has a passion for war games, which is an open secret at the base. Upon hearing this, his eyes lit up, and he said: "Truly a scholar, hitting the nail on the head with a single remark, 'resisting Japan' is nothing but a game, isn't it—oh, how I envy that little Ouyang Yun, he is practically the only player!"

Hirano Akio reached into his waist with his right hand and grasped the gun handle; Rukawa Masaki's eyes were bloodshot, his hands drew the sword, his teeth clenched tightly, and he stepped down the stairs one step at a time. When he was about two meters away from Ouyang Yun, he suddenly shouted loudly and rushed over.

At that moment, Ouyang Yun's gaze fell upon the sign "Liuchuan Martial Arts School" hanging at the entrance of the training room, and a mocking expression appeared on her face as she said in a faint voice in Japanese: "Having the courage to establish a martial arts school, yet lacking the guts to boldly display the sign, the Japanese are always the Japanese, never able to rise to prominence"

Ouyang Yun glanced at him and laughed playfully, saying, "If that happens, don't blame me. Chen Jiayao is still waiting to grow old with you."

Ouyang Yun was certainly aware of the danger posed by this strike. Amidst the chaos, he shifted his center of gravity downward and fell to the ground. He positioned the broken blade horizontally across his chest, preparing to defend against any further thrusts or downward slashes from his opponent

His words were quite forceful, and Ouyang Yun greatly appreciated it. He patted him on the shoulder and smiled, saying: "Kid, you have guts! Then—let's go, not leaving a single one behind!"

Yes

Rukawa Masaki's knife was made of an unknown material, yet it was exceptionally sharp. Although Ouyang Yun had anticipated the attack early on, when he met the blade with his own, his blade immediately shattered. Now, his abdomen was completely exposed, and the tip of the knife was merely half a foot away from him—Chu Tiange rushed forward recklessly, wanting to save him; meanwhile, the Japanese man nearly jumped up. Rukawa Masaki's eyes were filled with a deeper shade of red, and a cruel smile curved at the corners of his mouth—however, when he saw Ouyang Yun, who was already like a fish on the chopping block, also curl his lips into a mocking smile, his brow involuntarily twitched, and a sense of unease quickly sprouted in his heart.

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

Rukawa Sakuragi in a fit of rage: "Looking for death!"

On both sides of the courtyard are side rooms, and in the middle, some flowers and plants are cultivated, among which there are surprisingly two cherry blossom trees, standing over two meters tall, in full bloom, with red and white flowers, quite beautiful. It seems that the Black Dragon Society has been using this place as a secret base for some time.

Chutian Ge then noticed those new graves and said: "Indeed, they deserve to be called heroes. Brother Ouyang, where is Phoenix?"

She has left

In the next moment, Ouyang Yun faced the oncoming Japanese attackers, using both sword strikes and kicks, decapitating two individuals, killing one, and sending three others flying, while also sacrificing a piece of his robe

The notice is a piece of art collected by one of his classmates, preserved quite well. The face of the "giant thief" is covered with a black scarf, and a scar runs from the corner of the eye to the nose, disappearing into the scarf. The eyes are large and vividly lifelike

After the clock struck the hour, the main door opened a crack, and an eye appeared in the gap, cautiously glancing at the two strangers outside. Just as it was about to ask a question, suddenly there was a flash before its eyes, followed by a sharp pain, and with a "thud," it fell to the ground, its mouth wide open, yet unable to utter a sound

Ouyang Yun sat on the threshold, a computer resting on his knees. The sunlight streamed into the courtyard, bright and dazzling, while the street outside became lively, just like yesterday. Before him, an old earthworm wiggled. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Am I really going to be moved by a woman devoid of charm? Bah!"

Chutian Ge said: "What are you doing?!"

Ouyang Yun's feet moved continuously, his right hand twirling a samurai sword, and he laughed, saying: "Challenge the dojo!"

Hello

Not a single one left? ! '' Chu Tiange gasped in surprise

"Are you just playing around? Hmph, do you think this is an online game? Does the protagonist have an immortal body?" Ouyang Yun snorted in disdain. This old man is too cunning; this gift is less of a gift and more like the apple in the Garden of Eden. It looks tempting, but if one were to actually consume it, the consequences would be quite uncertain

Is there still no news from Watanabe and the others

This gift is clearly a burden, and it is quite heavy. If it fails, will the old man say: You have let down the people and the Party? At the very least, he will feel that he has let down his ancestors, his own conscience, and the 320 million.

I was deceived; this is clearly a game they orchestrated! The realism is one hundred percent, and I am the only player! Sigh, if only I had honestly chosen to be a medic from the beginning...

Chutian Ge, in a daze, said, "Alright"

Upon seeing the tragic scene in the courtyard, the crowd immediately began to shout and surround Ouyang Yun. Hirano Akinobu and Ryukawa Masaki had ashen faces, and the latter shouted angrily, "Chinese pig, state your name!"

Alright, I suppose you are settled now, it is time for me to reveal the gift, take a good look...

In the main room, three individuals dressed in samurai attire and wearing wooden clogs were seated and standing. Each had a long sword sheathed at their waist. As the one who was questioning approached the door, he paused for a moment upon seeing him and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

Ouyang Yun's lips curled into a cold smile as she said, "I might kill someone"

The hair of the white flowery silk is white, and this characteristic is too obvious. Anyone with a discerning eye, regardless of whether she has a scar on her face, can associate her hair with her identity as a "great thief".

Ouyang Yun turned back and shouted, "Jia Yao, you go back to school first. I will find time to pick up the exam papers. Remember to lock the door." Then, she pulled the reluctant Chu Tiange, who was about to turn back with lingering feelings, into the car, started the engine, and drove out.

Rukawa Masaki slashed through the air with his knife, and indeed, the blade drooped down as it plunged into his abdomen

In fact, it is not just tragic; they were completely carried back, and he lay in bed for more than a month.

Ryuuzawa Masaki's eyes were fixed intently on the flying robe, and he suddenly froze in place. With a flourish of his hands, a flash of blade light erupted, shattering the robe into pieces. He then let out a loud shout, retracting the blade to the side, and slashed down towards the blade that Ouyang Yun was thrusting at him.

Chen Jiayao saw the three graves, and her face suddenly turned pale, her brows furrowing—after all, this was also her family's land, yet it had now become a cemetery. As the owner, it was only natural for her to have objections.

Thus, there came the later remark made to Ouyang Yun: "If I were to be forty years younger, this good fortune would not have fallen to you."

As soon as Chu Tiange entered the courtyard, he headed straight for Bai Liusu's room. Not seeing anyone, he shouted loudly, "Indeed not here?"

"She has entered the city; I saw her at Xizhimen," Chu Tiange said as he opened the notice he was holding.

Go to Yanjing University and invite Old John over, we must save that Chinese woman. If we want to recover that 'donation', we can only start with her

In the restaurant across the street, it was confirmed that a woman had indeed entered in the morning. Ouyang Yun gathered the front and back hems of the long gown she had just purchased on the way and tucked them into her waistband, whispering to Chu Tiange: "You should go back now"

Ouyang Yun was dazzled and then exclaimed: "Insane! What does this old fellow intend to do?!"

Ouyang Yun swung his knife back, raising his right foot to kick towards the opponent's wrist. With a "clang," he was a step too slow in retracting his knife, and the tip of the blade was struck, resulting in it breaking.

Change your clothes before going; that old man, Sidney Rittenberg, is very stubborn

The Japanese man, who was about to ask, could not utter the word "God"; his mouth was agape, and he had already slumped down. At the same time, the two seated individuals raised their bodies a few inches, their mouths opened, and their knives were drawn to a length of about a foot. Then, they fell back down, collapsing into their chairs. Ouyang Yun's movements were simply too swift; although they instinctively reacted, they were still a step too late. The knives, having lost external force, automatically returned to their sheaths, but their mouths could no longer close.

Ouyang Yun naturally understood her thoughts and said: "They are all heroes, and being buried here will not tarnish this residence. Jiayao, I would like to buy this place; please name your price."

The old man's gift is naturally to assist him in carrying out this so-called task, which consists of certain technologies that are currently lacking in China—viewed from this perspective, they have indeed put in considerable effort

Ouyang Yun replied in Japanese: "It is me." The person had already arrived at the main entrance.

I saw her this morning

On the computer screen, there was originally a text open, which mentioned a dozen or so "White Flowing Silk". ... White Flowing Silk, White Flowing Silk ... . ... After seeing this name repeatedly, it surprisingly appeared quite distinctive. After about ten minutes, the screensaver automatically came up, displaying a very lively smiling face of an old man

Ouyang Yun recognized her at a glance; it was indeed Bai Liusu

Chutian Ge was taken aback, blinked a few times, and let out a heavy sigh: "I can also kill."

Ouyang Yun slipped in through the crack of the door, turned around to see him still in a daze, and pulled him in with one swift motion, shutting and bolting the door behind them, saying: "Be careful." She strode boldly deeper inside.

"Little Ouyang, do you like this gift?" The screensaver finally resembled a proper screensaver, with beautiful women and scenic views floating by one after another. However, the old man's last remark was truly a mood killer. Ouyang Yunzhao leaned against the door frame, feeling a sense of fatigue.

As Chu Tiange entered the courtyard, he saw Ouyang Yunfei beheading a man. A wave of bloody stench rushed into his nostrils, causing a pang in his stomach, and then, without warning, he began to vomit.

The main house consists of two rooms; on the left is a training room formed by the combination of two rooms, while on the right is a bedroom. In the training room, a dozen or so Japanese men are seated along the walls, and in the center of the room, two Japanese men are striking at each other with wooden swords. Nearby, a man in his thirties or forties stands with his hands tucked into his sleeves, coldly observing the fight before him. In the bedroom, Hiranuma Akio, the head of the Black Dragon Society in Beijing, is hanging his left hand and glaring angrily at Matsushita Daiju, who stands before him with his head bowed.

The sun slowly climbed up from the treetops, reaching the center of the sky, and the temperature gradually rose. Ouyang Yun stood on the rooftop, beads of sweat beginning to form at his temples. The weight of Old Chen's words pressed heavily on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. Not far away, the gates of Yanjing University were wide open, and a group of students poured out. Chen Jiayao, holding a stack of handouts, approached Chu Tiange, who was waiting at the entrance. The two chatted as they walked towards this "haunted house".

Ouyang Yun grabbed him and said, "Hurry, take me there"

Ouyang Yun was unaware that when General Chen and Designer Huang initially formulated this "Anti-Japanese" plan, the latter indeed expressed such a doubt: "Old Chen, why do I feel like we are designing a game?"

Ouyang Yun exhaled a breath of foul air, lowered his right hand to grasp a steel needle, and strode forward to knock on the door

"You Island, who is it?" Someone in the main room shouted in Japanese

"Good!" "Kill him!" The onlookers could all be considered connoisseurs; upon seeing Rukawa Sakuragi gaining the upper hand, a Japanese man immediately shouted in approval. Hirano Akio removed his right hand from the gun handle, revealing a cold smile on his face; Chu Tiange, on the other hand, tightened his grip on the knife handle, ready to rush in at any moment to save the person.

Rukawa Masaki, in a position of power, showed no mercy as he severed Ouyang Yun's blade with a single stroke, following through with a downward slash

Ouyang Yun caught the Japanese man in front of him and gently placed him on the ground. With his right hand, he drew a steel needle and swiftly inserted it into the man's heart. Standing up, he casually pulled out the katana from the man's waist and moved towards the room on the right. He lifted the door curtain but saw no one. He then quickly moved to the room on the left, where he also found no one. Consequently, he rushed towards the back courtyard.

Ouyang Yun furrowed his brows and asked, "Tiange, answer me honestly, have you heard of the Black Dragon Society in Japan?"

Ouyang Yun acted swiftly and decisively; as soon as his opponent revealed his eyes, the steel needle in his hand flew forward, piercing directly into the eyeball. The poison on the needle took effect immediately upon contact with blood, incapacitating the opponent instantly. Chu Tiange watched in shock, a chill rising in his heart—having practiced martial arts, he recognized the severity of the situation. Ouyang Yun's move appeared simple, yet it demanded high levels of speed and accuracy; without extensive training, achieving such an effect would be difficult. Moreover, he showed no hesitation in his actions, exhibiting a ruthless degree of determination—did he truly intend to leave "no one alive"?

The sound of "tap, tap" echoed in the training room as Rukawa Sakuragi rushed out with a group of disciples. Also appearing in the courtyard were two Japanese men from the left wing room and Hirano Akio.

The next morning, as dawn broke, Ouyang Yun woke up, and the biological clock he had brought from the future had not changed at all. This morning, there was fog, lightly scattered in the courtyard, with three new graves hidden within, adding a touch of spiritual aura. They stood together, reminding Ouyang Yun of the guards at the entrance of the special forces battalion. He recalled that just the night before, there were still three lively individuals, capable of laughter and anger. He let out a faint sigh—"In chaotic times, human life is as cheap as grass," this saying was indeed true. He needed to be more cautious, feeling his chest, where his camouflage uniform had two fresh bullet holes; without the bulletproof vest, he would have surely become just another patch of yellow earth here. He looked at the window, which was practically treated as a doorway, with a somewhat complicated mood, shook his head, took two deep breaths, expanded his chest, kicked his legs, and then began doing push-ups and frog jumps.

The secret base of the Japanese Black Dragon Society in Beiping is located within one of the siheyuan on the east side of Deshengmen Street in Sanzi Hutong

She seems to have put on makeup, the scar on her face has faded, yet she can still be recognized

Has the Chinese woman woken up?

Not yet

Hey, I am going right now

Description of the production process of penicillin; Detailed blueprints of the AK-47 assault rifle and MG-42 general-purpose machine gun; Production processes of some low-end lathes, milling machines, and boring machines; Refining of petroleum; Production processes of cutting-edge tanks and automobiles in the 1950s

Baga! Matsushita Island was furious, shouting in the training room: "Liuchuan, come out, someone is challenging us!" He glared at the oblivious Chinese man in front of him, ready to continue with his own business, when suddenly he saw a streak of white light flying towards him, accompanied by the sound of wind. He was startled and instinctively stepped back, but it was too late—his neck suddenly felt a sharp pain. By the time he realized he had been attacked, his head and body had already separated—was that my body? His head flew through the air, watching the body not far away spraying red fountain-like blood from its neck. Even in that moment, he could still think, his gaze lingering on the cherry blossoms blooming beside him, before losing consciousness.

Ouyang Yun grabbed the robe on his body with his left hand and with a "sizzle" sound, the robe flew towards Liuchuan Masaki, followed by him bending down and advancing towards him.

His吐 was not a big deal, but among Liuchuan's disciples, a few of them also started to vomit. The remaining proposals could not be left to others; seven or eight of them, without waiting for their master's signal, drew their swords and struck down towards Ouyang Yun.

He was lost in thought when he was startled by the words: "General!" He initially thought the old man had also traveled through time. After regaining his composure, he realized what was happening; it turned out the old fellow was trying to emulate Zhuge Liang, attempting to predict the unknown. However, if he never allowed the computer to display a screensaver, wouldn't the old man's good intentions just end up suffocating him?

Nothing in the room had changed, the bedding was cold, and he was certain that the mysterious woman had truly left.

The movements of both parties were indeed too swift; Ouyang Yun could only respond to each attack as it came, without any particular feelings. Meanwhile, the onlooker Chu Tiange gasped in shock, secretly thinking that this was not good—if this strike were to land, Ouyang Yun would inevitably suffer a fatal injury.

Little Ouyang, if the Sino-Japanese War has not yet escalated, you should first establish a pharmaceutical factory to produce penicillin, which is more valuable than gold. Once you have money, set up a military factory to produce AK-47s and MG-42s; of course, sniper rifles are also essential, and our Type 88 is quite good, using a lot of wood, and I have prepared the blueprints for you. Then, as for tanks, planes, and artillery, as long as you have the capability, you can acquire some to play with... Once you have money, set up a military factory to produce AK-47s and MG-42s; of course, sniper rifles are also essential, and our Type 88 is quite good, using a lot of wood, and I have prepared the blueprints for you. Then, as for tanks, planes, and artillery, as long as you have the capability, you can acquire some to play with...

"Did you see her? Where?" Ouyang Yun fixed his gaze on him, his tone momentarily agitated. He did not understand why she had to leave, but one thing was certain, the woman would definitely take some extreme actions. Shen Jian died at the hands of the Japanese Black Dragon Society, and it was evident that the Black Dragon Society had not only lost those few members in Beiping. The woman's temper was truly too stubborn; would she go alone to challenge them?

Ouyang Yun jumped down from the roof, quietly waiting for them

Ouyang Yun smiled, revealing two rows of bright white teeth, and without stopping, she had already walked up to him before saying: "Grim Reaper!" With a flick of her left hand, two steel needles shot towards the two seated individuals, and with a thrust of her right hand, the needle in her hand pierced into the abdomen of the opponent

The Liuchuan Martial Arts School has a total of 21 disciples. Four were eliminated earlier, and now three more have died and three are injured. One remains in the cellar to care for Bai Liusu, leaving only ten. Among these ten, two are so weak from vomiting that only eight are still able to fight. They hold their swords with both hands, looking at Ouyang Yun as if gazing upon a legendary ancient demon, devoid of the spirit of the samurai, trembling with fear and unwilling to advance.

Without the cover of the blade, the kick delivered by Ouyang Yun was equivalent to sending himself to the edge of the knife, prompting him to hurriedly retract his foot and lean back.

The sun rises, and it is another sunny day. The mist has already dissipated. He finishes his handstand, turns over, and stands up straight. Not seeing Bai Liusu come out, he recalls her words from last night and wonders to himself, has she really left? Has she truly regarded herself as a "wild chicken"?

Chutian Ge's face flushed slightly as she said, "What nonsense are you talking about? It's still too early to say anything." Suddenly recalling something, her tone turned somewhat melancholic: "There is no outcome between her and me; I am self-aware—I've long found the Japanese unappealing. If my worthless life can exchange for a few of those devils, it would be worth it."

Songxi Island's Ju stepped out of the study and hurriedly walked towards his room. He looked up to see Ouyang Yun rushing in, furrowing his brow and asking sternly, "What is going on?"

With a forced smile, Chen Jiayao said: "It's nothing, this house is yours as a gift."