Chen Yang walked in, and the man wearing a wide kimono slowly stood up.
He stared at Chen Yang and said coldly, "You have some nerve, barging into my dojo and injuring my disciples. Are you tired of living?"
This man was Matsushita Ichiro, the Master of Songtao Karate Dojo and a master of Fusang Karate.
Upon hearing Matsushita Ichiro's words, Chen Yang spread his hands and said, "I originally just wanted to take my two friends and leave without fighting anyone, but your disciples were talking garbage, their words as foul as excrement, so I had no choice but to take action!"
Matsushita Ichiro moved his wrists, chuckled coldly, and said, "You want to take away the two trash who came to challenge our dojo last night?"
Chen Yang shook his head and said, "To correct you, they are not trash. It's your disciples who are trash, they couldn't withstand even one move from me. I wonder how you teach them, it's simply misleading the youth!
