Metropolis: The Rise of Chinese Arts

When he raised his hand, he looked like a Shaolin dragon claw.

But in fact, this is simply the eagle claw skill.

Zhang Nian's expression changed, and he suddenly dodged to the side.

One shot.

The monk froze for a moment, and in an instant a scorpion wagged its tail and greeted Zhang Nian's head.

Zhang Nian snorted coldly.

This old monk has quite a lot of tricks.

But this move was naturally within Zhang Nian's expectation.

After dodging, Zhang Nian took a step back.

Looking at the monk again, his face was already a little flustered.

Zhang Nian smiled and encouraged him.

"Master, there is another trick, whether you use it or not."

The monk frowned, snorted coldly, turned around and rushed towards Zhang Nian.

The smile on Zhang Nian's face disappeared in an instant.

The monk jumped into the air and kicked him suddenly.

Zhang Nian already knew that this was not a trick in Chinese martial arts.

I saw him yelling after he turned to one side and dodged.

"Three tricks have passed, master be careful."

Before the monk could react, he saw a black shadow flying past.

Before he could look up, he heard a bang.

Ouch!

The monk screamed and fell to the ground with a plop.

The audience next to them laughed when they saw this scene.

The monk was covering his head, and there was already a big swelling on his head.

Zhang Nian just knocked directly on his head.

The old monk lay on the ground moaning and howling, obviously Zhang Nian's blow was quite powerful.

Although it's just a brain collapse, it has already made this monk heart-rending.

When everyone was laughing, Zhang Nian suddenly heard the monk muttering something.

He froze for a moment, then turned to look at the monk.

The monk slowly raised his head and said softly.

"Don't be too arrogant, Kimoto Ichiro is back"

"What did you say?"

When Zhang Nian heard this name, Zhang Nian's eyes widened suddenly, staring fixedly at the monk.

This monk's face is full of villainous success.

He smirked and said.

"Kuimoto Ichiro is back, Zhang Nian, your journey has come to an end."

Grandma Zhang froze in place, and when he came back to his senses, the monk had already disappeared.

Moreover, the audience saw that there was nothing to see, and left one after another.

Until Tang Shan came up and pushed him, and said.

"What's the matter, Zhang Nian, why are you startled?"

Zhang Nian turned his head slowly, and said with dull eyes.

"It's nothing, the arena will not be set up today."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and went down, went directly to his room, and locked the door.

Tang Yun and Tang Shan watched outside, with doubts showing on their faces.

"Yun'er, is he okay recently?"

Tang Yun shook her head.

"I don't know. He seems to be very busy recently. Is he too busy?"

In the room at this moment, Zhang Nian stared out of the window with straight eyes.

The clouds in the distance seemed to have turned black and were slowly moving here.

In an instant, all the grievances and grievances from more than ten years ago flooded into my heart.

The scene of that year was vivid, and the scene of his father being framed appeared again before Zhang Nian's eyes.

It was Ichiro Guimoto who designed to frame his father back then, which eventually led to the ruin of his family.

Back then in Qingyun City, foreign kung fu did not dominate the market as much as it does today.

In order to further his business in Qingyun City, Guimoto Ichiro entered Qingyun City with many sects.

As for the people in the martial arts circle in Qingyun City, it can be said that they surrendered without a fight.

The few remaining were also dealt with.

At this time, Zhang Nian's father stepped forward.

But the final outcome was not satisfactory.

Thinking of this, Zhang Nian didn't know when the scene in front of him gradually blurred.

He reached out to wipe the tears off his face.

Standing up, Zhang Nian made a secret decision when he looked outside again.

He opened the door and walked into the hall.

At this time, the students had already dismissed their classes, and only the father and daughter of the Tang family were left in the hall.

Fatty and the others also left.

Seeing Zhang Nian coming out, Tang Shan stood up and said.

"What's the matter Zhang Nian, let's take care of it together, if there is anything we can't get through."

Zhang Nian looked at him, suddenly a smile appeared on his face, he nodded and said.

"Master Tang, I appreciate your kindness, but this time, you really can't help me carry it. This is my own business, and I can't let you carry it."

Before Tang Shan could say anything, Zhang Nian had already walked out.

Outside at this time, the sky was cloudy, and it seemed that it was going to rain faintly.

Zhang Nian walked outside, Tang Yun followed and handed over an umbrella.

She didn't speak, probably because she knew what was on Zhang Nian's mind at this time.

Zhang Nian didn't say much, took the umbrella, turned around and continued walking.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and when we walked to the road in front of the karate gym, a heavy rain suddenly poured down.

Pedestrians on the street ran towards the front one after another.

On the whole street, there was only one lonely figure left, holding an umbrella in his hand, but he didn't open it.

On the quiet street, there was only a row of people in white clothes standing at the entrance of the karate gym.

They stood quietly at this moment, looking ahead, as if they were waiting for some important person.

At this time, Zhang Nian walked over slowly.

A man of some age blocked his way.

"Sir, I'm sorry, we have an important person coming here today, and you may not be able to leave here."

Zhang Nian raised his head, the man froze for a moment.

He found that Zhang Nian's expression was very gloomy, and he didn't know if it was because of the weather or something else.

Zhang Nian said something coldly.

"Step aside."

The man frowned and said.

"Didn't you understand what I said?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards Zhang Nian. Unexpectedly, Zhang Nian was already ready at this time.

He turned around abruptly, grabbed the man's hand, and made a click.

The man stared blankly, screamed, and his hand was broken.

Seeing this scene, the people standing next to them froze for a moment.

In the next second, they all rushed up with a huff.

Hundreds of people surrounded Zhang Nian tightly.

The quiet street suddenly became murderous at this moment.

Zhang Nian looked around at these people and murmured.

"I came to look for Ichiro Guimoto today. It has nothing to do with you guys. Get out of the way of those who don't want to die."

"Stinky boy, where did you come from? Did you call the name of our curator?"

Although the arm was broken, the elderly man's face was still full of anger, and he said reluctantly.

Zhang Nian's expression was even more gloomy at this time, he turned his head to look at the man, who quickly took two steps back.