"Heichuan Style." The burly man sneered coldly: "I didn't expect you to know about our Japanese Samurai Path. Correct."
"But isn't the spirit of the Samurai Path all about courtesy, tolerance, generosity, and kindness?" Lin Chuan took a puff of his cigarette and said, "However, what I just saw in your punch was a clear intention to kill, without the slightest bit of courtesy or kindness."
"The spirit of the Samurai Path only applies to us Japanese, not to you Chinese with so much fuss!" The burly man grinned as he spoke.
"May I ask what your name is, sir?" Lin Chuan flicked away his cigarette butt and stamped it out with his foot.
"My name is Ishino Saburo." The man smiled and said, "If you manage to defeat me, I'll acknowledge that you Chinese are formidable. But if you can't defeat me, then... You should just admit that you're the sick man of East Asia."
Lin Chuan smiled and said, "That won't do, the conditions have to be equal."
"What do you want?" Ishino Saburo asked.
