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I want to hit ten……

ten...

Li Zhao was stunned, and all the boxers standing at the door were also stunned.

Only the Japanese present didn't know what he said. In short, it should be a very interesting sentence, otherwise all the Chinese people would not be silent.

"Master, I know you hate the Japanese, but..." Li Zhao looked puzzled. He had seen so many fights, and no boxer dared to challenge ten Japanese samurai. You must know that single-handed and group fights are completely different things. , the former is more a test of fighting skills, while the latter, in order to win, you must be able to see all directions, listen to all directions, and surpass the physical fitness of ordinary people. Woolen cloth.

"I want to hit ten." Lin Yue repeated his thoughts, loudly this time.

Sato looked at Li Zhao and said, "Hey, what did he say?"

"He said...he said..." Li Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "He said he would hit ten."

This time it was the turn of the Japanese to be surprised. There was an uproar in the audience. Some people opened their eyes and felt that they were offended. The mere Chinese people dared to say that they would beat ten of them. Is it impossible to be a soldier of the Imperial Japanese Army?

When Sato heard that he laughed, he was laughed out of anger.

"Ten? I think he is courting death."

Miura, who was walking slowly in the corridor, suddenly stopped and looked at the two people in the martial arts arena.

"Ten?"

Li Zhao nodded: "Ten." After speaking, he gave Lin Yue a reproachful look.

Do you want to be so exaggerated?

Is it difficult to fight ten? Ye Wen can hit ten, okay?

In fact, what Lin Yue wanted to say at the beginning was that you two should go together, but suddenly he remembered Ye Wen's lines in the movie, and his wicked taste spontaneously made him cut the number of people in half.

Miura looked at Lin Yue silently for two seconds, then Wang Sato nodded, he wanted to see what gave this Chinese man such arrogant courage.

"Fifth Division, first squad, third squad, fifth squad, go out."

The Japanese samurai around the arena stood up, and the person who was named by Miura stepped forward and made a judo starting move.

At the moment when the battle was about to start, Lin Yue suddenly raised his hand to signal for a pause.

Just when Sato thought that he was timid before the battle and wanted to change the fighting rules, Lin Yue took off his glasses, walked to the edge of the stage, put them out of the way, then returned to the position just now, and charged ten Japanese samurai in training uniforms. beckoning.

"drink!"

The two Japanese samurai directly in front made a feint, and the strong Japanese samurai behind Lin Yue took the opportunity to kick Lin Yue hard on the back.

I didn't see him turn back, but his ears moved a little, his toes trembled slightly, his body stepped back half a foot, his kicks passed close to his shoulders, and the trouser legs had small creases on the sleeves.

When the Japanese samurai's calf came into view, Lin Yue suddenly raised his hands, hugged the Japanese samurai's leg, twisted his waist and turned around, drawing an arc under the double superimposition of the ground force and the opponent's force.

Woo~

snap~

There was a flash of whiteness on the field, and the Japanese samurai flew out of the field, hit the east wall heavily, slipped and fell to the ground without moving.

Another Japanese samurai rushed over from the side, he tilted his head slightly, gave way to the long punch, and poked his right elbow hard in the back. The enemy let out a scream, as if his ribs were broken.

At this time, Lin Yue kicked forward, kicking the Japanese samurai who was rushing from the opposite side over, and retreated with his strength, hugging the upper arm of the Japanese samurai with broken ribs and bending over hard.

snap~

Just after the ribs were broken, the man was thrown to the ground again. Before he could exhale the breath stuck in his throat, he stepped on his chest with one foot, and followed the black shadow into the air. Someone in front Fly out in a whirl.

Dodge, hit the armpit, twist the arm, kick out the foot.

A samurai fell to the ground.

The index finger pokes the throat.

Another Japanese samurai hugged his neck and knelt panting heavily.

...

Leverage strength.

Lower uppercut.

Left uppercut.

Whip legs.

Fist in half step.

The old ape hangs the seal.

Chop the palm with the left hand, bend the elbow with the right hand, followed by a crocodile tail swing, and the ninth Japanese samurai flew out of the field.

Everyone held their breath when the last Japanese samurai was pinned to the floor by his knees and couldn't breathe, scratching his hands and kicking his feet.

Lay the dead together.

None of the ten Japanese samurai who followed Sato's order was his half-closed enemy. The people outside the arena only saw the shadows of fists intertwined and their clothes fluttering. When they realized that the battle on the arena was over.

After Lin Yue punched the person below him on the back of the head, he stood up.

A few Japanese samurai hugged the injured part on the soles of his feet and wailed.

There were no dead people, but there were fractures and fractures. Even if the medical conditions could keep up, it would take three or four months of recuperation to regain combat effectiveness.

Sato opened his mouth slightly, he didn't expect that the businessman was really good at hitting.

Miura winked at the person below with a sullen face, and the second lieutenant at the door opened the side room to get a rice bag.

"Wait a minute, let's take it together later."

Lin Yue glanced around the dozen or so Japanese who were looking at him through gritted teeth, and hooked his fingers: "Let's go together."

Li Zhao wiped the cold sweat off his brow.

This cheap master is really ruthless and fierce, like Chao Teng, a Hongquan heir at the level of Shaolin Hongquan Martial Art Museum, who beats two or three Japanese warriors in one go, and even if he wins, he still looks out of breath and exhausted. Panting, the Chinese tunic suit has more wrinkles.

"asshole."

The second lieutenant of the Japanese army, who was about to get the rice bag, stepped forward holding his saber, and the Japanese samurai in the audience also stood up. They could not understand Chinese, but they recognized Lin Yue's hand gestures.

When did the Chinese dare to despise them like this.

Boom!

The second lieutenant of the Japanese army stepped on the martial stage with his front foot, and there was a gunshot from his back foot.

The people outside were startled, glanced at Sato on the second floor, and hurriedly looked at where Lin Yue was standing.

People are not there.

Li Zhao got closer and saw a bullet hole in the ground.

At about the same time, Dou heard the scream of the Japanese second lieutenant, and then a cold light passed over the martial arts arena.

call out!

Duo!

Li Zhao looked at the place where the sound came from, and saw that the saber equipped by the second lieutenant had pierced into the wall on the other side of the fence for several centimeters, and in front of the sato was Sato's disfigured face.

The southern fourteenth style is still smoking, with the trembling handle of the knife...

The picture has a special sense of coordination, Sato's gunshot was actually avoided, and if the saber was half a centimeter to the right, the captain's neck might be poked a hole.

No one saw what Lin Yue did, anyway, he dodged and gave Sato a death warning.

If this is not the headquarters of the Japanese army, and there are still many people from Foshan, Sato will die, right? Maybe, should, almost.

The soldiers guarding the boxer at the gate raised the 38-type rifle in their hands, while Lin Yue grabbed the Japanese second lieutenant's neck and turned it around, using it as a human shield to face the Japanese soldier's muzzle.

Want to shoot and sneak attack? Is it possible? Even when he was fighting the Japanese samurai in hand-to-hand combat, he never slacked off and kept paying attention to Sato's behavior. If the timing didn't come, he would have killed the most vicious guy in the movie.

"What are you going to do?"

"mean!"

"Can't afford to lose?"

The iron fence was rattled by the excited boxer's door, and the guns in the hands of the Japanese soldiers pointed back and forward, as if they didn't know who to guard against.

At this time, only a crisp sound came from the second floor, and Miura staggered Sato with a big mouth, and took away the Nambu Fourteen Style.

"This is the martial arts arena, if I see you move your gun next time..."

He didn't say the latter words, but he knew that Sato could understand. Although he looked down on the Chinese people and believed that they were an inferior nation and should be ruled and educated by the Yamato nation, Bushido is sacred and cannot be profaned. The martial arts arena is for martial arts competitions. place, if you shoot your opponent here, it is disrespectful to the emperor.

"Yes, Your Excellency, I won't do this in the future." Sato said respectfully, covering his beaten face.

Miura took a look at the situation downstairs, shouted "put down the guns", walked quickly to the stairs, and came to the martial arts arena on the first floor.

"Let him go."

Lin Yue thought for a while, pushed the Japanese second lieutenant aside, and stared at Miura coldly.

"Don't you still want to fight? I'll be your opponent. If you win, you can take all the rice in that room." Miura tilted his head, motioning Li Zhao to translate this sentence to Lin Yue.