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"drink!"

A roar.

Miura started kicking.

Lin Yue dodged once, dodged twice, dodged three times, and hit the opponent's leg with a split palm.

The corner of Miura's mouth twitched, and he punched straight with both hands.

He changed his arms, strengthened his elbows, and made a hard block forward.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

The two even counted moves.

After the second close, Miura took two steps back, gritted his teeth and moved his hands and fingers, which seemed to be in pain.

Lin Yue lowered his waist and bowed his horse, and said again.

"drink!"

Miura roared again, elbowing and punching continuously.

Fist shadows intertwined in front of his eyes, and the laces of his training clothes flew up and down. Lin Yue kept his eyes open, swiped left and swiped, raised his shoulders and elbows, suddenly cut the midline, and slapped Miura's jaw with a closed door push.

pedal!

Miura leaned back under the force, and hurriedly stamped his right foot back. Lin Yue raised his foot and hooked it, leading his left foot forward, then twisted forward, and turned his left elbow.

The Japanese Colonel reacted quickly, clasped his hands together, and blocked the incoming elbow.

Snapped!

A strong force surged in, the center of gravity of the body was thrown into chaos, exposing the void under the ribs.

Lin Yue punched out quickly, and then poked hard with his fingers.

Pain flashed across Miura's face, and he wanted to get away from the battle group to catch his breath, but Lin Yue didn't give him a chance at all, he turned his horse and strode, and beat Wing Chun repeatedly.

clap clap clap ~

Miura hid left and right, and was beaten once or twice by Kuaiquan from time to time.

Lin Yue has been driving people from the left side of the ring to the right side, and only in the last move, the monkey flew into the air, and his knee slammed into Miura's arm holding the frame hard.

thump thump.

The Japanese commander retreated a few steps, and didn't realize that he had reached the edge of the ring until his back heels were clear, so he quickly grabbed the iron pole next to him to stabilize his figure.

He moved his arms, and there was a hint of shock on his face. Just now, he had two hands and ten fingers, but now he has left and right arms. Not to mention the level of martial arts, he is no match for Lin Yue from the perspective of strength alone.

"Come again."

Miura took a deep breath, jumped up with his left foot on the ground, and kicked his opponent with a flying leg.

Huh~

The wind hit.

Lin Yue stepped aside to avoid Miura's kick.

sweep.

Roundhouse kick.

Two consecutive kicks.

...

Miura kicked one kick after another, one kick as fast as the other.

Just when Lin Yue seized the opening, he threw his body, stuck Miura's right leg, and slammed into the Japanese commander's face with both hands, and was about to take another heavy fall, but he didn't want Miura to grab the collar of his Chinese tunic and bring him down together.

"Huh!"

He was surprised at first, and then suddenly realized.

Miura saw that he couldn't compete with him in terms of boxing skills and strength, so he pinned his hopes on judo's sleep skills.

Chinese martial arts seldom have techniques for working hard on the ground, so it can be regarded as a targeted attack.

The moment the two of them fell to the ground, Miura turned around, ready to perform a shoulder brace, and then perform the strangling technique.

Of course, Lin Yue would not let him succeed. He wanted to try the wrestling technique taught to him by a Mongolian wrestler among the northern boxers he rescued last year to see the effect. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the iron pillar in front of him, so he gave up his thoughts and slammed his right foot. Kick off.

Boom~

The whole arena shook.

The recoil carried him, he took Miura, and the two moved back a few feet.

Before the opponent could react, he twisted his waist and turned over, slapped the ground with one palm, and a quick and fierce Thomas circled and swept out. With the force of his palm, his body rose up.

Miura didn't expect him to do such a move at all. After taking a heavy kick, his whole body flew up and fell over on his back.

The other was on the edge of the ring, and Thomas kicked him on the chin with two consecutive kicks. His consciousness had long been blurred, and he couldn't make effective movements at all. In the end, he fell out of the ring head-on-foot and fell to the ground.

Boom!

When the human body came into contact with the ground, a cloud of dust was raised.

Wow~

There was a brief moment of calm first, and then thunderous applause.

"good."

"good."

"Victorious."

"Master Lin is doing well."

"..."

The people around the ring cheered loudly, and some people's faces were full of excitement and joy. Even if there were roadblocks in front of them and Japanese soldiers guarding them, they couldn't suppress the commotion in the arena.

You must know that since the Japanese army captured Guangzhou in October 1938, the devils have committed all kinds of crimes, including burning, killing, looting, and the oppression of the Chinese people. Everyone hates it in their hearts, but they dare not speak out, or even have the courage to curse in private, because If it doesn't work out, it will be reported by the traitor.

Today Miura challenged Lin Yue in public, and thought he represented Japanese martial arts. Now Lin Yue lost consciousness and fell from the ring. What does this mean?

Japan lost, China won.

In fact, this is not the key point. The key point is that one person beat the Japanese army commander severely, which hit the self-confidence of the domineering Japanese, helped the nation win glory, and gave Foshan people a bad breath.

Lin Yue stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his chest, walked to the edge of the ring and looked at the dizzy Miura. Didn't he say that Chinese Wushu is a performance event? Then give him a "look" at the actual acting project.

Ye Wen smiled and nodded in the crowd.

A Yao excitedly grabbed his father's arm and jumped up and down.

Wu Chi Lin waved his hands, as if he was afraid that Lin Yue would not see him.

What everyone wants and what everyone expects will naturally win people's love and support.

Lin Yue cupped his fists towards the crowd to express his thanks.

Just when the cheers turned into a sea, he heard a gunshot, and he fell from the edge of the ring and fell on the ground not far from Miura, with blood spilling from his shoulder.

The cheers stopped suddenly, as if someone had pressed the mute button in an originally popular movie scene.

"You little devils, I'll fight with you."

Hearing a loud shout from the rostrum in the north, Li Zhao, who was scolded by many people as a traitor, wrestled with Sato and snatched control of a southern fourteen-type pistol.

Those who saw this scene immediately understood.

We all know that Lin Yue was shot by Sato the first time he went to the Japanese army headquarters. Luckily, he did not die. It became a symbol of people scolding the Japanese for breaking their promises. How long did it take, half a month? The scene that happened at the Japanese headquarters was repeated.

What about promising not to retaliate in the name of the emperor? What about the goodwill between China and Japan in terms of fair competition? I really can't afford to lose!

"I fuck your grandma's little Japan!"

"Fuck them to death!"

"Fuck them."

"..."

Someone in the crowd yelled, and then there was a wave of thrust forward. Someone jumped onto the barricade and rushed into the arena, throwing down the Japanese guards guarding the ring. Driven by anger, they rushed into the arena, some went to rescue Lin Yue, while others beat and kicked the Japanese soldiers, seeking revenge.

As an HK businessman endorsed by Hong Kong and British government officials, Lin Yue is rich, powerful and has a way out, so there is no need to put himself in danger. What is he doing this for? For the national honor and the interests of Foshan people, the result? Such a result is unacceptable to any Chinese with a bit of conscience.

There was chaos below, and on the northern rostrum, Sato stared at the translator who used to be servile like a dog in front of him.

what is his name

It was this guy who couldn't even remember his name, who was pressing the pistol inch by inch under his neck.

Miura was defeated and fell out of the ring. The two guards who were in charge of protecting him went to check his injuries. Now there is no one around him who can help. As for calling for help? The Japanese soldiers around the arena were unable to protect themselves now, so there was no energy left to help him.

The key is……

The point is that he didn't shoot, really didn't shoot.

His Southern Fourteen is still in the holster.

The Nanfang Fourteen-style in Li Zhao's hand was pressed lower and lower, and the muzzle of the gun was already aimed at Sato's jaw.

At any rate, he has also learned boxing from Lin Yue for a few months, and his physical fitness is naturally higher than that of a staff officer like Sato.

"I've put up with you for a long time."

At the same time as the voice fell, Li Zhao pulled the trigger.

Boom!

Sato tilted his head and died.

At this moment, a person jumped up behind the rostrum, pulled out the Nanfang Fourteen Style from Sato's holster, and pulled Li Zhao off the rostrum into the small courtyard of the martial arts hall where the seal was torn off. Kick open the front door and walk into the room.

At the moment when his sight was blocked by the outer wall of the building, Li Zhao saw a cold light.

With the sword in hand, a devil's head flew into the ring.

Farther away, the martial arts master who had snatched a 38-style rifle beat a devil with the butt of his gun until his face was covered in blood.

The two left Wuguan Street from the back door of Qinglong Martial Arts Hall, turned left and right to an alley, the person in front looked around for a while, made sure that there was no one around, pushed open a door on the left front, and walked in with Li Zhao.

"Jinshan is looking for it, but where is Master?"

"Don't ask too many questions." Jin Shanxuan took out a set of worn-out robes and gave them to him: "Change quickly and leave here, your family is waiting for you on the boat."

While the two were talking, the courtyard door rang again, and Hu Wei and Tuobaye walked in with one person on their backs.

"Master, it's all right."

As soon as the words fell, the person on Hu Wei's shoulders jumped to the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and looked at Tuobaye who was humiliating the ground.

Li Zhao turned his head and glanced, his expression changed.