Chapter 46: Dojo Master
Chapter 46: Dojo Master
In an instant, Fang Jing’s body moved on instinct. His waist suddenly twisted with force, he stepped forward, protected his face with his elbow, and blocked the incoming punch.
The Crew-cut Man instantly changed his fist into a palm, grabbing Fang Jing’s forearm. His palm was broad and powerful, immediately gripping Fang Jing’s wrist.
Martial arts grappling!
As soon as Fang Jing felt his wrist being grabbed, he chopped back with his palm, using a small joint technique he learned from his Aikido skills to break free from the other’s hold.
The Crew-cut Man was clearly shocked. He hadn’t expected this kid to escape his grappling technique. His grappling technique was part of the Shaolin Kempo’s grab-and-strike art personally taught by Teacher Tetsuhei. It was almost always successful in fights, rarely failing.
(This kid dares to come here to challenge the dojo; he really has some skill.)
He let out a low shout, reversed his grip into a fist, gathered strength, and threw a punch from his lower abdomen. But Fang Jing was faster, waving his hand to knock it away.
“Good!”
With a light smack, the Crew-cut Man lifted a foot and kicked toward Fang Jing’s shin. His kick was full of power and extremely fierce.
Fang Jing jumped back a step, avoiding the kick. At the same time, he took a stride forward. The two muscles on his calf tensed and relaxed, and his foot suddenly stomped the ground. He leaped back a step and launched a fierce barrage of punches, creating a sound like wind and thunder.
His punches were fast and fierce. The Crew-cut Man blocked hastily, parrying several strikes before a punch landed on his cheek. The pain made his face twitch.
But Fang Jing had no intention of stopping. Since he had started fighting, he couldn’t stop at such a critical moment.
He threw several punches, breaking the Crew-cut Man’s defensive stance. His entire body, from his feet, waist, arms, to fists, moved like a whirlwind. Each punch and stance was vigorous and explosive, sending the Crew-cut Man flying back with a crash.
The lightning-fast, dazzling exchange of punches and kicks left the few other boxing dojo disciples stunned. What stunned them even more was that Xuan Zao, considered the ace among their Sakakibara Shaolin Temple Boxing Society disciples, was also knocked down with just a few punches and kicks.
“What do we do…”
For a moment, the remaining few were dumbfounded, somewhat at a loss, standing stiffly in place.
The next second, one of them shouted and actively attacked Fang Jing, who was still catching his breath.
This person’s action forced the others to join in.
“Get revenge for Akasaka and Xuan Zao!”
The man who struck first charged forward, stepping and throwing a punch. Fang Jing’s counterattack was even swifter, like a flash of lightning. He swung a knife-hand strike, hitting one person’s nose, making blood flow and forcing him to his knees.
He swept a kick at another’s unstable lower body, flipping him hard onto the ground, where he rolled over.
In the blink of an eye, with two thuds, he knocked down two others, as swift as autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. In just a few seconds, a circle of people lay on the ground.
“Is the Sakakibara Shaolin Temple Boxing Society’s kempo really this weak?”
He muttered to himself.
“Wrong!”
A somewhat steady voice came from outside the door. The voice continued, “It’s not that the dojo’s kempo is weak, but that you are stronger than them.”
A middle-aged man, about the same build as him, wearing a light blue jinbei, walked in from outside the dojo. His steps were unusually steady, his face calm, with an air of composure.
Fang Jing keenly noticed that the middle-aged man’s physique wasn’t exaggerated, but his muscle lines were unique. There was no excess fat anywhere on his body, and his skin had a sheen, like the fur of a beast—a beast like a leopard.
It was a body fully exercised, polished over a long time, with a very high level of completion.
(I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but this guy radiates an aura of a master.)
Fang Jing didn’t really understand what an “aura of a master” was, but upon first seeing this middle-aged man, he felt the other possessed a strong will. This will was likely cultivated through rigorous training, giving the man a unique presence.
“I am Sakaki Tetsuhei, the master of this boxing dojo.”
The middle-aged man had a confidence in his own strength, which made him calm and composed, his facial expression very peaceful.
“You don’t look like someone who came to challenge the dojo. I think there must be some misunderstanding here!”
He kicked Xuan Zao, who was lying on the ground.
“Stop pretending to be dead, Xuan Zao. Do you think I can’t tell? It’s obvious you struck first. Do five hundred push-ups for me.”
“I’m very sorry, Teacher Tetsuhei.”
The crew-cut Xuan Zao made a bitter face and climbed up from the ground. Although Fang Jing had knocked him down, his physique was very good, and he wasn’t seriously injured, so he got up quickly.
The others also got up, their expressions not very good.
They all stood behind the man in the light blue jinbei, lowering their heads one by one.
“You really know how to cause trouble for me while I was out of the dojo…”
He casually scolded his disciples, then turned his gaze to Fang Jing, looking him up and down.
“Sorry for my disciples’ rudeness.”
“It’s fine. Frankly, they really misunderstood. I wasn’t here to challenge the dojo at all.”
Fang Jing thought for a moment and said, “They probably mistook me for someone else. I originally came to this dojo to seek a master.”
“Seek a master?”
The crew-cut man named Xuan Zao and the several disciples looked at each other.
“You didn’t injure Akasaka?”
“I’ve never even seen him.”
Fang Jing curled his lip. “But when I came, I did see a man with brown glasses coming down from upstairs.”
“Wait, so that means…”
Xuan Zao forced a bitter smile. “Could it be we mistaken you for someone else?”
“Of course you mistaken me.”
Fang Jing shrugged. He shifted his gaze to the master of the Sakakibara Shaolin Temple Boxing Society, the middle-aged man named Sakaki Tetsuhei.
“Hello, Dojo Master Sakaki Tetsuhei. My name is Nishizuka Tsukasa. Frankly… I came here to become your disciple, but now I’ve decided to change my mind.”
He assumed his most skilled Sanchin stance, radiating a strong fighting spirit, as if in that moment, the power continuously welling up inside him couldn’t be restrained, blazing fiercely.
“I want to cross hands with you, because I can’t become the disciple of a weakling.”
(That’s right. Since this man is so strong, I should use him as a whetstone to test my current strength.)
This intense will to fight transformed into a dazzling light shooting from his eyes.
At that moment, the dojo fell into stunned silence. Xuan Zao and his companions were all wide-eyed and speechless.
Wait, wasn’t the misunderstanding cleared up? What’s going on now?
“Hahaha—!”
Sakaki Tetsuhei was silent at first, then burst into laughter.
“…You’re quite interesting. You’re called Nishizuka Tsukasa, right? According to you, you want to fight me to test whether I’m qualified to be your teacher?”
“Yes, I want to learn powerful kempo, and becoming the disciple of a strong teacher is the most convenient path.”
Fang Jing spoke without the slightest hesitation. “You just said it’s not that Shaolin Kempo is weak, but that I’m stronger than them. To be honest, I don’t know if I’m strong or not, and I don’t know if Japan’s Shaolin Kempo is too weak. So… Dojo Master Sakaki Tetsuhei, can you prove it to me?”