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Chapter 575 555: Japan University Martial Arts Club

"Feng, are you available?"

On the phone was Lu Duo'Er's anxious voice.

"What's wrong?" Ren Feng was a bit puzzled.

"Something happened at our school. A Japan University martial arts exchange team came, and then we got into a fight. We can't beat them." On the other side, Lu Duo'Er said angrily, "Originally, normal exchanges are fine, but this group of Japanese people is too bullying. They're mocking us while sending people to the hospital."

Ren Feng frowned, "Okay, I'll come over immediately."

At the same time, in the Jiangnan University auditorium.

The Japan University martial arts exchange team looked at the Jiangnan University students with disdain, full of mockery.

"You're too much!"

A student from Jiangnan University stepped forward, face full of anger: "A martial arts match is supposed to stop before causing harm, yet you injured someone?"

The accompanying Japanese translator conveyed the words to the Japanese students, and one of them, after listening, rattled off in a string of unintelligible sounds. The translator then said, "It's your own skill that's inferior, what's there to say about it? As you Huaxia people would say, 'The winner becomes the king, the loser the outlaw.' We won, and you lost. The weak asking the strong to apologize? What kind of logic is that?"

"This isn't about strength or weakness, this is a martial arts exchange!" Lu Duo'Er was also extremely angry, "Martial arts exchange isn't a martial arts competition, and clearly, you already knocked him to the ground, why step on him twice more?"

Over by the Tokyo University martial arts team, a group of Japanese students wore expressions of disdain and cold smiles.

"Mr. Tsubashima, these Huaxia students' martial arts team is really trash."

In the Japan martial arts team, a slightly older student spoke to a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's name was Tsubashima Ichirō, the leader of this martial arts team, and a member of the Tsubashima Clan. His strength was considered quite impressive.

Tsubashima Ichirō nodded arrogantly, "Yanagida, remember, martial arts are most authentic and powerful only in our Great Japan. Huaxia Country's martial arts are all garbage."

"Yes."

These words were said quite loudly, and although spoken in Japanese, students at Jiangnan University who specialized in Japanese also directly understood it.

"He called us garbage!"

The female student was instantly furious, and the other students were already fuming. Unexpectedly, the other side even looked down on them.

"Damn it, what do these Japanese think they are? Martial arts are something we Huaxia passed down to them, and they call us garbage?"

"Exactly, it was clearly agreed to stop short, but they still hit so hard!"

The students from the Jiangnan University martial arts club were infuriated, alongside them were students from other clubs at the school, and a few teachers responsible for guiding the Tokyo University martial arts team, mainly a person in charge named Zhao Meibin.

Zhao Meibin was a professor at Jiangnan University, but he married a Japanese woman. This time, the Tokyo University martial arts team's visit was coordinated by him.

The students from the Japan martial arts team sneered, and one stepped forward, saying to the students of Jiangnan University, "You're our defeated opponents. Losing is losing; can't you admit it? If you have the guts, come up and fight again. If you win, then it's your skill."

"Fine!"

The students of Jiangnan University were filled with anger.

"Forget it, forget it." Zhao Meibin suddenly stepped out, smiling as he said, "Let's not break the peace. They're here to exchange with us at Jiangnan University; let's leave them with a good impression."

"Mr. Zhao, but they beat Wang Wei up. He's still in the hospital, and several ribs are broken."

"Yeah, not just Wang Wei, they definitely did it on purpose. Previously, Mr. Wu was about to win, and was reaching a hand to help the opponent up, but the opponent struck then, knocking Mr. Wu to the ground and even breaking the bones in his foot."

"Mr. Zhao, they intentionally played dirty!"

"Exactly, Mr. Zhao, we want to fight them!"

The students of Jiangnan University were extraordinarily angry.

Suddenly, Zhao Meibin turned stern: "What are you talking about? It's normal to have some injuries during a martial arts match, and they're not serious injuries anyway; a few months in the hospital will heal."

The Jiangnan University students were stunned, not expecting Zhao Meibin to say something like this.

"The Tokyo University's martial arts club isn't just here for martial arts exchange; there's also cultural exchange," Zhao Meibin said solemnly, "It's also to promote friendship between our sides. There's still a lecture at the auditorium later, what is this?"

Zhao Meibin scolded the students of Jiangnan University, leaving them even more frustrated.

What is this, your own teacher siding with outsiders?

"Alright, Mr. Zhao, the students have some tempers, and it's natural to care about the results of the martial arts match. It's fine; we still have plenty of time. We can go to the auditorium later. Let's have them compete a few more matches."

Tsubashima Ichirō stepped out and said calmly.

Zhao Meibin immediately plastered a smile on his face and slightly bowed, saying, "Alright, we'll listen to Mr. Tsubashima."

"Alright, alright, you all send a few more people up."

Zhao Meibin said to Lu Duo'Er and others, then walked away.

"Damn it, I can't stand this anymore, let me go."

A male student from the martial arts club stood out, rage still painting his face, while a student from the Japanese club also stepped forward.

"Inoue Xiaozhi," the Japanese student said arrogantly.

"Duanmu Wen," the Jiangnan University student replied coldly.

After exchanging names, the two sides began to fight. Around them, the students of Jiangnan University closely watched the situation, and many more students came upon hearing about the conflict with the Japanese students, encircling the entire scene with no way in or out.

Duanmu Wen's moves were forceful and straight, while Inoue Xiaozhi's eyes carried a cold smile, seeing his opponent as bullheaded.

Suddenly, he made a wrong step, dodged Duanmu Wen's attack, then tripped him to the ground and quickly stepped on his arm, grabbing his arm and twisting it hard.

Crack!

"Ah!"

Accompanied by Duanmu Wen's scream, Inoue Xiaozhi had actually disabled his arm.

After a harsh kick to Duanmu Wen, Inoue Xiaozhi arrogantly looked at the Jiangnan University students.

"Is this all the strength you have, just rubbish?"

The students of Jiangnan University were utterly furious, and previously, the head of the taekwondo club, Sun Yun, was also enraged. He stepped forward.

At this moment, the students of Jiangnan University were one united group, and they couldn't let themselves be looked down upon by the Japanese!