ring of beasts

() Because the venue for the duel was not too far away, Yang Guang carried his spear and walked over. Of course, there was a long queue behind him, all of whom were people from Chinatown.

However, there were gradually more and more people behind. Many Americans saw many Chinese people walking in a long line on the street and thought it was a demonstration.

Because Yang Guang is in the first place, many Americans are targeting Yang Guang.

"We are the Association for the Protection of Stray Animals. Is this parade arousing people's care for stray animals?" A beautiful American girl asked Yang Guang.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from the New York Times. Is your Chinese march this time to fight against racial discrimination?" A female reporter in professional attire held up a microphone and trotted after Yang Guang, followed by a sturdy white man carrying a microphone.

A huge camera.

"Hi, young man." A middle-aged white man in a dark suit ran to Yang Guang affectionately and said mysteriously, "I am the secretary of the mayoral campaign office of the Min Zhu Party. As long as you Chinese support Mr. Davis,

When running for mayor, I can promise for him that in the future, public policies will be more tilted toward the Chinese." . .

Yang Guang ignored them and thought about his own affairs quietly. There was no doubt that he was not worried about his final victory, but seeing that everyone had such high hopes for him made him involuntarily solemn.

stand up.

Finally, we arrived at the basketball stadium where the duel arena is located. In the small square outside the basketball stadium, there were many Chinese waiting quietly, as well as some martial arts comrades.

When everyone saw Yang Guang coming, there was another round of warm cheers.

However, at the entrance on the other side of the basketball gym, there were also densely packed Japanese people waiting outside, and of course there were some Japanese warriors.

When Yang Guang was about to enter the basketball gym, he heard bursts of cheers coming from the Japanese crowd.

I turned around and looked around. Among the crowds of Japanese people, a group of samurai wearing black kimono skirts, white tops and wooden clogs were walking from a distance.

The current man was tall and thin, with a beard that was neatly trimmed, and a samurai sword stuck in his waist.

At the same time as Yang Guang looked, the man also looked at Yang Guang, and suddenly a spark of electricity seemed to splash in the air.

Not surprisingly, this person should be Yang Guang's opponent.

Not many people can actually enter the basketball stadium, because this is not a boxing match and tickets are not sold.

There are only entourages from both sides. Some martial arts masters from the two countries, as well as some big shots from Chinatown. Of course, the other side also has some big shots from Japan in the United States.

There were only dozens of people on both sides.

The thousands of people in Chinatown who followed Yang Guang could only wait quietly outside the basketball stadium for news.

Each side sends a martial arts master as the referee, but it cannot be a member of the sect. The master of boxing will approve the final rules of the competition.

The referee sent by the Japanese country was a judo master.

The two briefly discussed the rules of the competition.

This kind of competition is not a boxing match, nor is it based on points.

The rules are simple, one side admits defeat or dies.

When both players sign and approve, this is a document of life and death.

Representatives of both sects signed. The Yang Style Tai Chi is indeed the "eldest brother" in Master Yang's words, the old man with white hair and beard.

The person signing over there is the owner of the Huanwu Sword Gym, Dongxiang Katsuo.

After everything is ready, the competition will begin in ten minutes.

Yang Guang sat quietly in the chair. Looking across the basketball court, there were a group of people from the Japanese country over there.

The opponent he had already met was also looking at Yang Guang sharply. Yang Guang smiled brightly and did not take this meeting of masters to heart.

However, a young man sitting next to this man caught Yang Guang's attention. This man was also wearing a kimono. He was short and thin, but his face was a bit frighteningly white, as if he was recovering from a serious illness. But his eyes were very sharp.

, even murderous.

"Time's up" the referees on both sides said at the same time.

Yang Guang picked up the spear and walked towards the middle of the field.

But his opponent came over with clogs on his feet. When he reached the edge of the field, he took off his clogs, placed them next to the field, and walked barefoot towards Yang Guang.

"Eighth Dan of Huanwu Shinto Style Kendo, Togo Masao, it is an honor to fight with you." The other party raised his hands in front of his forehead and bowed to greet Yang Guang.

It turns out that this person is indeed the younger brother of Togo Katsuo of the Kanbu Kendo Hall, Togo Masao.

Although he is the younger brother, he is one level higher than Togo Katsuo. Don't underestimate this level. Entering this level will almost reach the highest level of kendo.

Huanwu Shinto-ryu is a school of Japanese swordsmanship, just like Chinese boxing is also divided into many types of boxing.

"Yang Style Tai Chi, Yang Guang" Yang Guang held the spear in both hands and cupped his hands. "Start" The two referees looked at each other and shouted at the same time. Then the two people quickly exited the basketball court.

The door of the basketball stadium has been closed, and among the crowd, a fat bald man holding a wok is squeezed at the front of the crowd.

"Has it started yet?" the big fat man asked the person next to him anxiously.

"It's time to start," a Chinese white-collar young man with a laptop next to him said as he glanced at the watch on his wrist.

"Let's work hard together," the big fat man waved the wok in his hand and shouted to the crowd of heads behind him.

"good"

"Tai Chi is mighty, defeat the little Japanese country" the big fat man turned around and waved the wok and shouted.

"Tai Chi is mighty, defeat the small Japanese country", the dense crowd shouted together, resounding throughout the sky.

Among the Japanese crowd on the other side, when they saw the Chinese shouting slogans, they also started shouting too.

"Brother, what do you think?" Master Yang asked the old man with white beard and hair nervously.

No wonder they were nervous, this was a life and death certificate.

"Don't be nervous, you probably can't lose." The old man motioned to the two of them to calm down.

Upon hearing the order to start, Yang Guang immediately took a step forward, with his left hand in front and his right hand holding the back end of the spear. He used all the spiritual energy in both hands and acted at the same time, quickly shaking out five spear flowers.

The spear is like a spiritual snake, striking directly at the opponent's face, chest, waist and abdomen.

Masao Togo's reaction was not slow either. The sharp samurai sword in his hand quickly slashed five times in a row, facing Yang Guang's five spear flowers tit for tat.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang" were five huge sounds of gold and iron.

It's just that Masao Togo didn't expect the force of the spear to be so powerful, so he took a few steps back.

There was a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, blood was rising with every breath, and the face was red and white.

"Okay!" Everyone on the Chinese side stood up and shouted excitedly when they saw Yang Guang forcing his opponent back a few steps with his first move.

The referee from the Japanese side glanced here, and everyone hurriedly sat down. Such a huge shout was a huge disturbance to the players in the venue, because such a competition is extremely mentally draining, a life and death battle. How could it be possible?

Not concentrating and gathering energy.

Seeing that the first battle was successful, Yang Guang immediately took another step forward. The spear in his hand was filled with several more spear flowers, and he directly attacked the opponent.

Dongxiang Masao knew how powerful Yang Guang was. He quickly dodged the gunfire and moved to the side of Yang Guang, intending to fight at close range.

Dongxiang Masao's tactics are the same as Wang Luo's when Yang Guang fought against Lan Hai Gang Wang Luo.

Fighting with the Tai Chi Spear from a distance is a recipe for death, but once Yang Guang gets close to him, the Tai Chi Spear has no room for maneuver, and the advantages of short weapons are revealed.

How could Yang Guang not see that the Tai Chi spear swept across the opponent's waist?

The spear was more than three meters long, and at this moment Dongxiang Masao was less than two meters away from Yang Guang. The tip of the spear could no longer hit him.

But he also knew that Yang Guang was extremely strong, and even if he were to sweep his waist, it would be enough for him to suffer.

He jumped with both feet suddenly, jumping more than one meter high, intending to avoid Yang Guang's blow.

How could Yang Guang do what he wanted? When the spear reached under his body, the spear suddenly stopped, and then he quickly lifted it up.

The faces of the spectators on the Japanese side turned pale, and the spear suddenly stopped in the middle of a rapid sweep. What a lot of strength.

At this moment, the spear is under Dongxiang Masao's crotch. If it is hit, Dongxiang Masao will have no descendants.

Of course, Dongxiang Zhengnan didn't give it in vain. He quickly raised his legs and made a horse in the air. Then he quickly slashed down with the katana in his hand, hitting the tip of Yang Guang's spear.

After a huge "bounce" sound of metal and iron intersecting, Masao Togo used the power of the hit to do a backflip and flip backwards.

Although he felt a surge of energy and blood in his chest while in the air, he dodged Yang Guang's blow.

But of course the advantage he gained just now was gone, and he once again distanced himself from Yang Guang.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Masao Togo turned over and landed on the ground, then took a few steps back.

Before he could stand still, a spear struck in front of him again.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Masao Togo didn't dare to take the move, so he backed away again and was about to leave the venue.

"Okay!" The Chinese people couldn't help but stand up and roared loudly again, but they sat down again without waiting for the referee from the Japanese side to look at it.

The spear once again penetrated Togo Masao's chest like a straight line.

This time, he did not run to the side. Instead, he twisted his body, and the spear pierced the clothes on his abdomen, and then moved forward.

Togo Masao barely dodged the shot, but it was still very dangerous.

Before Yang Guang could pull back the unfinished spear, Togo Masao immediately took two steps forward and slashed at Yang Guang with his samurai sword in both hands.

At this moment, Yang Guang used his old move and shot the gun behind Dongxiang Masao. Before he could draw it back, Dongxiang Masao ran past the middle of the gun body.

This time Yang Guang was in danger because the spear couldn't turn around.

Yang Guang smiled mysteriously, and moved forward with the spear, as if he couldn't control his pace after using up the move, and he crashed directly into Masao Togo's knife.

At this time, Yang Guang let go of his hands, and the spear flew forward, grazing Dongxiang Masao's body, and inserted it into the stands.

At this moment, the distance between the two people is less than one and a half meters.

Of course, Togo Masao would not miss this opportunity. He raised his katana in front of his forehead with both hands and kept approaching Yang Guang with his feet.

He picked up the knife and struck Yang Guang down.

Yang Guang turned his body on the spot and avoided the blow.

Although Yang Guang dodged the blow, the Chinese side's face was very ugly because Yang Guang threw away the gun and dodged the blow.

And since the duel is so intense, there is still a chance to pick up a gun on the stage.

The people on the Japanese side looked happy. How could Yang Guang, who was bare-handed, beat Masao Togo who was holding a samurai sword?

Yang Guang spun around and dodged the knife. At the same time, Dongxiang Masao used a powerful move and rushed past Yang Guang's side.

"Reverse the hammer" Yang Guang turned his body and punched Dongxiang Masao's back with his right hand.

"Pfft." The smile on Dongxiang Masao's face froze and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Guang no longer looked at Dongxiang Masao and walked straight towards the person on his side.

People on both sides stood up at the same time, staring dumbfounded at the situation that instantly reversed in the middle of the field.

I saw Masao Togo turning his head to look at his man, a wry smile on his face, and spewing out a mouthful of blood again.

Then he closed his eyes and fell straight forward, lying on the ground. "Okay." Everyone on the Chinese side couldn't help but cheer again and hugged each other tightly.

"Okay, this is a stroke of genius." Master Yang clenched his fist.

"At this time, this boy dared to throw away the gun and use the hammer. He is very brave." Master Yang said with a smile, and at the same time he felt scared.

If this blow misses, the subsequent battle will be difficult because the gun is gone.

The force of Yang Guang's punch alone can reach hundreds of kilograms. With Yang Guang transporting all the spiritual energy into his fist, this blow may not be less than several thousand kilograms.

"Not bad." Wang Luo walked up first and hugged Yang Guang, unable to hide the joy on his face.

All of Yang Guang's apprentices stood up and walked toward him, and some other martial arts colleagues surrounded Yang Guang.

The two referees quickly discussed and determined that under this situation, Togo Masao could no longer admit defeat personally. The owner of the Huanwu Kendo Gym, Togo Masao, who was also his brother, admitted defeat on behalf of the Japanese side.

At this time, a young warrior from China quickly ran to the door, opened it, and ran out of the basketball gym.

Because there are thousands of Chinese people outside who are eagerly looking forward to the outcome of this duel.

The young man's face turned pale with nervousness, because thousands of people were looking at him nervously.

"We won," the young man shouted loudly to the people outside the basketball stadium.

The expected cheers did not ring out, and there was silence.

But there were two lines of clear tears silently left on these people's faces.

"There was a dragon in the ancient East, and his name was China," the young Chinese man with the laptop sang softly.

Then many people began to join in his voice, and finally all the Chinese sang softly, "There is a river in the ancient East, and his name is the Yellow River."

"Dragon, giant dragon, keep your eyes open forever and ever"

"Big dragon, keep your eyes open, always keep your eyes open from afar"

The big fat man holding the wok was waving the wok in his hand with tears in his eyes.

On the opposite side, the crowd in the Japanese country remained silent, and many people staggered away.

Yang Guang heard the singing of people outside in the stadium, and his emotions fluctuated inside.

Finally, people in the stadium also sang softly.

The troops from the Japanese side silently carried the unconscious Togo Masao away.

In the end, there was a thin Japanese man who did not leave. His face was calm, unlike the other Japanese who looked decadent.

It was the young Japanese with pale face that Yang Guang noticed.

Everyone was about to pack up and leave, but the Japanese man walked straight towards Yang Guang.

"You are very good, you are worthy of being my opponent," the Japanese man came to Yang Guang and said.

Yang Guang wanted to laugh. He hadn't used even one tenth of his methods. Many of them were inconvenient to use because of the crowds here. How dare you say such a thing.

Several young warriors couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to punch him directly.

At this moment Yang Guang is already their idol.

"Let's make an appointment for a duel today. You are tired today and I can't take advantage of others' danger," the young Japanese said seriously.

"Since you are looking for a slap in the face, then I will help you" (To be continued.)