Chapter 7, Explosive Tower

Ichiro Watanabe was both shocked and furious, a fierce light flashing in his eyes. Without saying a word, he suddenly leaped into the air, his right leg flying up to strike directly at Zhao Tietou's head, creating a gust of wind. If this hit solidly, it would likely result in at least a concussion

With a loud "bang," Zhao Tie's fist struck Watanabe Ichiro's chest, sending him flying more than two meters away, crashing down onto the hard mountain ground with a "thud." "Wow," Watanabe Ichiro hit the ground and immediately rolled over, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, clearly suffering significant injuries.

The previously motionless Japanese individual C observed everything with an air of indifference. Noticing that Japanese individuals A and B had already been taken down, he quietly stood up and pointed at Zhao Tiesheng, stating firmly: "Good skills, if I compete with you and you win, we will leave; if you lose, you all can roll out!"

Ichiro Watanabe's expression was grave, and in a flash, he swiftly shouted "Hi" as his right arm suddenly exerted force, delivering a knife-hand strike diagonally towards Zhao Tie's nape!

With a loud bang, the door swung open, and Cheng Feng and his three companions rushed in. They immediately saw three Japanese soldiers inside the room, likely just having gotten up, dressed in their small, tight-fitting shorts, appearing rather lewd and out of place.

Zhao Tie handed the machine gun to Fang Hong, then steadily stepped into the arena, clenching his fists, the joints in his body cracking loudly. Zhao Tie sneered, "Kid, let me tell you, I come from the 38th Army of China, the most elite unit in the country! I once won second place in the military's sanda competition, and I will teach you how to be a person!"

The Japanese man, with a serious expression, said: "I am Ichirō Watanabe, a fourth-degree black belt in Japanese karate! I look forward to your guidance!"

Zhao Tieniu sneered and said, "Who else has any objections?" "Baka!" The Japanese man, enraged, disregarded the guns pointed at him by Cheng Feng and the others, and swiftly rushed forward, aiming a knife-hand strike at Zhao Tieniu's neck. It was evident that he had practiced for a few days and was prepared to risk his life against Zhao Tieniu.

Zhao Tie slightly cupped his fist, then let out a furious roar, charging forward. With a strike known as 'Black Tiger Prowling the Heart,' he aimed directly at Watanabe Ichiro's chest, his fist cutting through the air with great force, clearly demonstrating immense power and intensity

Fang Hong was also very excited and said, "Alright, let's get down to business!" "Okay!"

Zhao Tie took out the C4 explosives he carried with him and placed them on top of the lighthouse, then connected them to the detonator and fuse, calling for Cheng Feng and the others to retreat and take cover

Zhao Tie, hailing from the Imperial Guard, possessed remarkable skills. He swiftly sidestepped to evade the strike of the hand blade, then, remaining unperturbed, executed a powerful kick that sent the Japanese man B flying out. He landed squarely on Japanese man A, nearly crushing him, and with a gasp, he fainted.

Upon seeing the Japanese challenge, Zhao Tie was unwilling to lose face for the Chinese. He angrily declared, "Alright, let us compete and show you Japanese the strength of the Chinese people!" Noticing that there was not enough space inside the room, he left Yang Nan to monitor the two Japanese inside, while the rest all moved to an open area outside the house.

Ichiro Watanabe struggled to rise, his complexion pale, and his lips stained with blood, yet he bowed and said: "I am not your opponent; I am willing to concede! We will get dressed and leave immediately!"

Zhao Tieshou assumed a fighting stance and coldly said: "You are not my opponent; you should keep your promise and roll out of Diaoyu Island!"

Watching the retreating figures of the three Japanese soldiers, Cheng Feng suddenly punched Zhao Tie on the shoulder, saying, "Hey, buddy, I didn't expect you to be this impressive. If it weren't for you today, we wouldn't have been able to thoroughly dampen the arrogance of those little Japanese!" Zhao Tie, upon hearing this, let out a hearty laugh and, with a look of intoxication, replied, "It feels great! Today I beat up three Japanese soldiers, and it was so satisfying! Even if I were to die in this life, it would be worth it! Hehe!"

The Japanese man A shouted angrily: "This is the territory of our Great Japanese Empire, why should we leave? You Chinese pigs!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Tie's eyes turned red with anger, and he leaped forward to deliver a powerful kick to the small Japanese man's abdomen. With a loud "bang," the poor, diminutive Japanese man could not withstand the force of Zhao Tie, a robust man, and was sent flying over two meters, only landing after crashing into the wall. He then lay on the ground, retching and unable to get up.

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Aow... Cheng Feng and a few others howled like wolves upon seeing this, clearly extremely excited. Cheng Feng then entered the small wooden house, which had been knocked askew by the violent shockwave of the explosion, and found a long bamboo pole. He then planted the vibrant and majestic five-star red flag on the flagpole

With a resounding "bang," the malevolent Japanese invaders, along with the lighthouse and the plaster flag established by the library, vanished completely within a towering mushroom cloud, transforming into endless dust

The door was slightly ajar, and a faint aroma wafted through the narrow gap: Indeed, they were cooking! Cheng Feng exchanged a glance with Zhao Tie, who understood and kicked the door open with a swift motion, then shouted angrily: "DON'T MOVE!"

"Bastard! A little devil is chattering away, clearly asking who we are! Fang Hong pointed his gun at the little Japanese and sneered, 'Don't play tricks with me. Many of you Japanese understand Chinese, especially those of you who cause trouble for the Chinese! This small island now belongs to us Chinese. You have ten minutes to leave the island, or else you will be killed without mercy!'"

Zhao Tiemeng suddenly ducked down to evade the knife hand strike, delivering a powerful elbow strike filled with lethal intent towards Watanabe Ichiro's armpit; if this hit, it would either leave him severely injured or worse.

After securing the small boat, Cheng Feng and a few others stealthily advanced towards the cabin and the lighthouse. Before long, they approached the cabin, where they could even hear the chattering of several Japanese soldiers inside. The four were filled with rage and quickly rushed to the door of the cabin

Zhao Tiexin let out a cold laugh, not dodging or hiding. With a sudden surge of strength in his left arm, he forcefully blocked Watanabe Ichiro's right leg. With a muffled thud, both their legs and arms collided, and both let out a heavy grunt, clearly affected by the intense impact

Watanabe Ichirō was taken aback, with no way to evade. In a hurry, he crossed his hands to form a defensive posture and forcefully took Zhao Tie's heavy elbow strike head-on. With a loud "bang," his fists and arms collided, and Watanabe Ichirō felt as if he had been struck by lightning, unable to maintain his footing. He staggered back three steps before finally stabilizing himself, his arms burning with an excruciating pain.

As the sun rises high, the five-star red flag, symbolizing the dignity and hope of the Chinese nation, once again flies over the Diaoyu Islands. Cheng Feng and others were momentarily filled with tears of joy, some even lost in a daze

At this moment, Zhao Tieli stood firm on the ground, maintaining an unyielding defense, while Ichiro Watanabe was still in mid-air, leaving his chest and abdomen wide open. This provided Zhao Tieli with an excellent opportunity to attack, a skill honed through years of experience in the military. Seizing the moment, Zhao Tieli exerted force with his right arm, delivering a powerful punch aimed directly at Ichiro Watanabe's heart. The wind from the punch howled, both direct and fierce, devoid of any embellishments; this is the hallmark of a soldier: a single strike to kill.