Chapter 97: Balance Between Death and Performance (1/2)

Chapter 97: Balance Between Death and Performance

Seeing Liao Junhua send Yagyu Haruko flying with a kick, the entire audience had instantly went up into a commotion!

Absolutely no one had expected to see that the refined boss of such a large company would actually be a princeling that was an expert of the Wulin.

It had been because Yagyu Haruko’s emotions had gone out of control that she had tried to kill Wang Chao. But because she had also threatened the safety of Zhu Jia, Liao Junhua had made his move.

Liao Junhua and Zhu Jia were friends since childhood and their parents had once lived with each other in peace. If something had happened to her while under his protection, just how would he be able to face his elders and bear the responsibility?

Furious, he had decided to hide no longer. The revealing of his strength had seemed reasonable at that time.

He was a master with a skillset one level higher than Yagyu Haruko at the very least. The “Dog Passing Water” was also his strongest move that even when it didn’t kill Yagyu Haruko, it would at least make her life irrevocably damage.

But his leg had still put an extreme amount of force into it.

“So much for being low-key. I’ve exposed my skill at martial arts, that isn’t a good thing.” Liao Junhua’s eyes twinkled before ordering the men next to him, “Send her to the best hospital without interference.”

Originally when Yagyu Haruko had flew over their heads, the Japanese businessmen had been astounded. Each one looked at her and then Liao Junhua without knowing what to do or think.

This was someone else’s territory where they had no control over. And while they weren’t the dragon that can’t suppress the snake, they weren’t the snake either. They had only been here on behalf of the Japanese martial arts world to discuss some matters regarding a competition and other things so bodyguards were arranged for them.

But despite having the responsibility of a bodyguard, Yagyu Haruko had tried to assassinate someone after a battle. Not only had it been in front of plenty of people, but many had even recorded it.

If she had been killed by the opposite side for her behavior, it would be useless to argue. Furthermore, if Liao Junhua were to distribute news of this, then the Yagyu family would lose a valuable member.

Outside of the arena, one was free to plot whatever machination one pleased. Poison, gunfire, anything worked as long as the other side did not gain information from it. One could even use deception to do so, but on the spot assassinations were never well received or a part of the rules.

Whether it was the just or unjust, Wulin or government, it was the face and rules that was what mattered most so one could not do as they pleased when they pleased. Even a bandit of the past would chose his targets on principle.

As soon as Liao Junhua had finished speaking, someone had immediately brought out a stretcher and oxygen mask. Several white-gowned medics had quickly brought Yagyu Haruko onto the stretcher and immediately rushed her to the medical room up above. After the emergency first aid was applied, she was sent away to the biggest hospital in the city by ambulance.

After panicking and talking amongst each other for a moment, the businessmen had brought Ye Xuan’s body and loaded it onto the ambulance as well.

While Ye Xuan was dead, this was needed so that he could be sent to the hospital as well. From there, they would find a way to transport his body back to Japan where his master would see to his funeral. This too was one of the traditions of the martial arts world.

When a disciple was killed by another, the master would naturally wish to inspect the wounds so that they could determine the level of skill of the other person. From there, they would be able to plan out the appropriate counter-measure.

Ye Xuan had been under the guidance of many martial artists in Japan. Even the personal instructor of the Japanese royal family, Iga Minamoto, had taught him for a month. The entire Japanese martial arts world had even admired him to be the number one youth of the generation. A genius for his age.

But in the end, he had been killed in a fair competition on the ring. Liao Junhua didn’t even need to think to know that there would soon be an explosion between the Chinese and Japanese martial arts world.

“Let’s go, that girl has soured my mood.” Now that Liao Junhua had revealed his strength to the people around him, he had no desire to stay any longer. Whirling around, he looked to several friends, “I’ve still matters to take care of today and master Wang needs to rest. Let us meet at Laoshan School of Internal Martial Arts one day or another and see Master Wang’s skill.”

“That’s fine, master Wang must be tired after killing that youth. I just didn’t think that boss Liao was an expert as well. I really didn’t see that coming. Indeed, I had almost missed that kick of yours, how splendid it was!”

Officer Xu, the other officials, and some businessmen had already begun to flatter Liao Junhua.

Forcing a smile, Liao Junhua gave several words of conversation before climbing into a luxurious looking Lincoln along with Dai Jun, Zhu Jia, and Wang Chao.

“Your arena here has slowly begun to become official hasn’t it. It even has a medical room prepared.”

Wang Chao was thoroughly exhausted and sat on the sofa without moving an inch. When he had seen the emergency treatment given to Yagyu Haruko, he couldn’t help but think about the underground arenas constructed by Wu Yingda in Guangzhou. In comparison, no matter how much one looked at the two, Liao Junhua’s fighting rings were one step higher than Wu Yingda’s in schematics, ideals, service, or anything else.

If one were to use Capitalism as an analogy here, Wu Yingda merely embodied the idea of gaining. That is, gaining wealth built on bloody money.

But Liao Junhua had long since passed that accumulation of blood money and had begun to become charitable.

“Fighting is a part of culture. Despite its natural involvement with blood and violence, it is not cruel. One cannot just wear boxing gloves and hope to have an extremely powerful performance.”

Grabbing a glass of icy red wine, Liao Junhua gulped it down in one go and quickly returned to his regular calm.

The plans of this car had made it resemble a mini-bar. Truly, this car was a symbol of a car meant for pleasure.

“According to the standards of the Japanese K1 Tournament, no matter if it is for fighting or injuring, they have forbidden the usage of grappling techniques. This prohibition was due to the fact that wrestling would ruin the audience’s viewing pleasure. In the end, this tournament becomes one where it is a performance rather than fighting. A free for all, or a competition, what fight doesn’t use grappling techniques?”

Wang Chao nodded his head in understanding.