131. Transmigrating into Another Person

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Just as Yang Tang's family picked up some health supplements and left the 309 Hospital, Qin Yilan was accompanying her somewhat handsome boyfriend, Zhang Jinzeng, along with a group of fellow disciples and classmates from a martial arts club, stepping into the Yoshikawa Aikido Dojo, intending to spar a little.

It was called sparring, but in reality, it was a challenge.

The Japanese side naturally stood in strict battle array.

Seeing a group of Japanese people sitting straight in a neat row, Zhang Jinzeng and his companions had to follow suit and sit down. Things did not immediately turn into a clash of swords and drawn bows.

The leading figure of Zhang Jinzeng's group had a rather thin build, but looked extremely lean and robust, completely inconsistent with his youthful appearance. The stoutness of his lower limbs was strikingly disproportionate to his upper body, which, paired with a round, wide waist, gave one a dangerous feeling that he could spring into action at any moment. This man slightly bowed his head toward the person sitting cross-legged in the center of the Japanese group and said, "Sato-kun, we parted ways on New Year's Day, and it has been half a year since then, hasn't it? Have you made any progress in your cultivation recently?"

"Fan-kun, your words show a lack of expertise. The profound cultivation of our seniors in this country emphasizes accumulation over time and water dripping through stone. To hope for major progress after just half a year can only be called rash advancement, which I fear leads to an unstable foundation!"

Hearing this, the Chinese youth whom the Japanese Sato called Fan-kun paused for a moment and said, "Sato-kun, since that is the case, neither of you and I will enter the ring for today's sparring. How about letting the remaining disciples pair up and fight each other?"

Sato looked left and right at his subordinate disciples, tilted his head, and said, "We have no problem with that. However, there will only be seven matches. Since your group has traveled far as guests, you may send out seven people in turn, and choose any one of our people to fight in singles!"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did Elder Fan, Zhang Jinzeng, and the others change their expressions, but even Qin Yilan, an outsider, felt an urge to burn this Eastern dojo down with a single fire.

After a wave of intense public agitation for a while, Elder Fan finally managed to pacify the hot-blooded young men under his command one by one. With gloomy eyes fixed on Sato, he said, "We'll do as you say! First match, Liu Jian, step up!"

Liu Jian, who had a horse-like face, was wearing Hanfu with long hair draped over his shoulders. He was at least one meter eighty-five tall, with a rather large frame, yet he looked like he did not have an ounce of fat on him. When ordinary people described such a person, politely they called him lean and wiry, and impolitely they called him a skeleton. However, Sato knew that this Liu Jian was the only formal disciple of Elder Fan among the group opposite, and in the martial arts world, disciples who had caught a glimpse of the mysteries of martial arts yet possessed such contrasting physiques had a specific name known as "peculiar skeletal structure." Simply put, it meant either their martial arts path had been trained crookedly, or their path had gone to extremes.

If the path had been trained crookedly, it would be easier to deal with, but if it had been trained to extremes, Sato reckoned that even if he stepped into the ring himself, he would have to handle it with caution.

True to Sato's expectation, Liu Jian, with his horse-like face, practiced an extreme method. Using what superficially looked like a Taekwondo footwork stance, he actually employed Tan Tui techniques. He casually picked a Japanese person to fight and knocked the opponent flying to the edge of the ring, vomiting blood, with just two kicks.

"Oh yeah, Senior Brother is invincible!"

"Senior Brother is mighty!"

Many of the girls who had tagged along like Qin Yilan to watch the excitement immediately started shouting unforgivingly.

However, Elder Fan's heart was nowhere near as optimistic as those ignorant girls. Hesitating for a moment, he shouted, "Zhang Jinzeng, you go up second!"

"Yes, Coach!"

Zhang Jinzeng responded, shed his coat with Qin Yilan's assistance, and walked confidently into the center of the ring. Sweeping his gaze across the ragged bunch of Sato's subordinates, he finally pointed at a short, thin bespectacled man in the corner and said, "I'll pick him."

At this, Elder Fan's side exploded into a ruckus.

"What the heck, how come I didn't notice the Japanese side had such a rare specimen?"

"Looks like Zhang Jinzeng is guaranteed to win!"

"Win what win, just some second-rate disabled person, and he actually has the nerve to pick him to fight!"

"Exactly, even if he wins, it's an unsportsmanlike victory."

The girls who had tagged along to watch the fun chattered on and on, making Qin Yilan so awkward that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

In stark contrast, the group of Japanese people was utterly stunned. When Sato saw the short bespectacled man stand up, he even pursed his lips into a smile.

On this side, Elder Fan also found the short bespectacled man somewhat familiar, but could not remember where he had seen him. He had no choice but to warn, "Zhang Jinzeng, do not underestimate your enemy!"

"Yes, Coach!"

Zhang Jinzeng replied with a sideways stance, set up his posture, cupped his fists toward the short bespectacled man, and said, "Please!" The moment the words fell, without even seeing how the short bespectacled man moved, the latter had already closed in to within half an arm's length of Zhang Jinzeng.

While Zhang Jinzeng was somewhat startled, he raised his palm intending to chop down at the opponent's face. Before he could achieve his goal, however, he felt a sharp, tearing pain across both of his ribs. With a scream of "Ah," his entire body wilted, and his face happened to meet the short bespectacled man's rising knee.

"Bang!!"

The two forces collided solidly.

Every girl on the sidelines witnessing this scene felt the pain for Zhang Jinzeng. Qin Yilan even rushed into the ring, grabbed the already unconscious Zhang Jinzeng, and shook him fiercely. After shaking him a few times without waking him up, she glared with venomous hatred at the short bespectacled man and threatened, "Little Japanese, don't be too smug! I'll have my brother come and teach you a lesson!"

"Whenever you like," the short bespectacled man said indifferently.

Seeing the demeanor of the short bespectacled man as he spoke, Elder Fan finally remembered who the person was. "Yamada Tsunehide?!"

"Fan-kun truly has a sharp eye!" Sato chimed in. "This is precisely my third senior brother, Yamada Tsunehide. He is about to be hired by this dojo of mine and become our head coach!"

Hearing this explanation, the Chinese people present were all left speechless. Who else could Zhang Jinzeng have picked? He just had to pick the opponent's head coach for a singles match—if he didn't get beaten up, who deserved to?

A ramen restaurant near Cishou Temple.

"Old Platoon Leader, Sniper, you two have finally come!" Qin Yixin greeted the two rugged men as they sat down, shouting toward the waiter, "Hey buddy, three bowls of half-catty beef ramen, extra meat!"

"Coming right up! Three half-catty beef noodles, extra meat!"

At this moment, the Old Platoon Leader complained, "Sniper and I had just gotten a day and a half of leave when you dragged us over here, and you're only treating us to beef noodles? That's hardly loyal, is it?"

Sniper chimed in as well, "Exactly, beef is aplenty in our unit. We can eat as much as we want; why would we need to run out onto the street for it?"

"No, Old Platoon Leader, the situation is urgent! Once this matter is resolved, I'll treat you guys to abalone!"

"You said it."

"I said it," Qin Yixin patted his chest and said. "Right, Old Platoon Leader, did you read the message I left you yesterday?"

"I read it, but what kind of look were you talking about? It left me completely fogged up," the Old Platoon Leader said in confusion.

Hearing this, Qin Yixin was not annoyed and detailed the whole sequence of events to the Old Platoon Leader.

After listening, the Old Platoon Leader and Sniper exchanged glances. It took a while before they squeezed out a sentence: "Based solely on a look—even a look from someone who has killed people—without substantive evidence, there is nothing we can do to him."

Qin Yixin had to admit that the Old Platoon Leader was right. After pondering for a moment, he said, "What if we trick him into talking and record the conversation?"

Sniper sneered, "To trick someone into talking requires an acquaintance. Why did you call the two of us here?"

Qin Yixin chuckled and said, "I wanted the Old Platoon Leader to test his mettle..."

Raising his eyebrow, the Old Platoon Leader retorted, "Test his mettle? Aren't you just testing it yourself? Don't tell me you got scared by just that little stunt from the guy?"

"How could that be! We soldiers only know how to die in battle; there's no such thing as being afraid of death..."

"Good if there isn't."

At that moment, the beef noodles were served. The three of them had barely taken a couple of bites when Qin Yixin's phone rang. Originally, he did not want to answer, but seeing that it was a call from Qin Yilan, he answered it reluctantly.

"Hello?"

"Brother, come save me!"

After lunch, Yang Tang coaxed Qin Xuewu into accompanying his parents to Wanshou Garden. He himself followed his memories and took a taxi to the street where his "wife's" family had lived in his past life, only to find that the commercial shops here were lined up row upon row, yet not a single residential building remained.

Reluctant to give up, Yang Tang searched along the exact same street number as in his past life, finally stopping in front of a storefront that looked half like a club and half like something else. The sign above read: "Yoshikawa Aikido Dojo!"

"I just hope the Japanese inside the dojo know the whereabouts of the residential building that used to be on this street!" Yang Tang muttered to himself as he stepped up to the second floor.

Meanwhile, upstairs.

The singles matches between Elder Fan's group and Sato's group had reached the seventh match. In the first six matches, both sides had tied three to three.

Qin Yixin, the Old Platoon Leader, and Sniper had already arrived, gathering together with Qin Yilan and taking the opportunity to check on Zhang Jinzeng's injuries.

"Nothing major, ribs are broken. Two on the left, three on the right. Go to the hospital to get them set, and after resting for a month or so, he'll be right as rain."

"Platoon Leader, why hasn't he woken up yet then?" Qin Yilan worriedly asked.

The Old Platoon Leader sneered, "This kid is already awake; he's feigning unconsciousness."

"What?!" Qin Yilan was so angry that her willow eyebrows stood on end, and she couldn't help but poke Zhang Jinzeng in the ribs with a finger.

"Ah, ah!!" Zhang Jinzeng woke up with a squeal like a slaughtered pig.

Right at that moment, Qin Yixin unintentionally caught sight of Yang Tang leisurely strolling into the venue. "Old Platoon Leader, he's the one I was telling you about!"

The Old Platoon Leader stared at Yang Tang for two seconds and frowned, saying, "Judging by his gait, he doesn't look like a martial artist? Sniper, what do you think?"

Sniper replied, "He doesn't look like he has trained, but I can bet this guy's physical fitness far surpasses ordinary people."

Knowing that Zhang Jinzeng wasn't going to die anytime soon, Qin Yilan simply left him lying aside and joined in on the excitement with Qin Yixin and the other two, asking, "Brother, what are you guys looking at?"

Qin Yixin motioned with his chin toward that direction. Qin Yilan looked over and exclaimed in shock, "Yang Tang!?"

By this time, Yang Tang had already stepped into the fighting arena paved with tatami mats. Paying no attention to the shouting of the people around him, he strolled leisurely right between two people who were fighting fiercely, without being grazed by even a fraction of an inch by their punches and kicks.

"Hiss..."

Everyone present witnessing this miraculous feat gasped in cold air.

Qin Yilan could hardly believe her eyes. "Am I hallucinating? He, he—"

"You're not hallucinating!" Sniper chimed in, then shuddered all over and gave a couple of shakes. That scene had given him goosebumps.

With an even more solemn expression, the Old Platoon Leader said to Qin Yixin, "It seems your worry was justified. With this guy's skills, killing someone would be way too easy!"

Without the slightest awareness of how earth-shattering he was being, Yang Tang walked straight up to Sato, stared coldly at him, and asked, "Are you the manager?"

"I—I am!"

"How many years has this dojo been open here?"

Tremblingly, Sato extended a palm. "Five—five, no, no, no! To be precise, it should be four and a half years!"

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