Treasure Appraisal: I Can See the Future

No wonder Yamamoto Masatake is unhappy. I am a great master of the middle stage of Huajin. I didn't die even after injecting the second-level gene potion. I also used my trump card, Eagle and Crane, and the combination of twelve kinds of strength. You actually said that I can't kill people.

Isn't this looking down on me!

"Two girls, please accept my condolences!"

Yamamoto Tianxiong was overjoyed, but his face was full of grief: "In a martial arts competition, mistakes are inevitable. I apologize to you on behalf of my second brother. You admit defeat on his behalf. Send him to the hospital quickly. He may still be saved!"

"Save you, you big-headed ghost. Shut up your crow mouth!"

Hearing that this guy was acting like his brother-in-law, Xiao Lajiao Mingyueyue immediately flew into a rage. The veins on her white fists bulged. She pinched her palms with her nails and didn't even notice the bleeding. She glared and scolded everyone: "You are the ones who need to go to the hospital. Your whole family should go to the hospital. My brother-in-law will definitely be fine. He will definitely not lose to you. I believe him, I believe he will be fine!"

Seeing that the little sisters were scolding these little guys, they didn't As if to cheer herself up, Leng Zixi also glanced at someone whose breath was extremely unstable. She continued to record the video and comforted him softly: "Don't worry, Yueyue, he will be fine if he is so cunning!"

Yamamoto Tianxiong's eyes sank, but he still said in a tone of "I am thinking about you, girl, I am thinking about you, people have to face reality!"

"Brother, why are you still talking nonsense to her!"

Yamamoto Masatake seemed a little impatient. Not only did he not get applause for his victory, but he also questioned everyone. He immediately turned into a residual shadow and rushed up: "Since she won't cry until she sees the coffin, then I will give this kid another palm to make her give up that idea completely!"

The iron tower figure raised a gust of wind, turned into a shadow and rushed in front of Su Qi, raised the palm leaf fan and slapped him on the head with a blood-red hand.

Everyone in the audience widened their eyes, and most of them hoped that this palm would smack the Chinese boy's brain so that they could divide the money and go home.

"Fuck you, I'm tired and sleepy. I don't have Red Bull to replenish my energy. Can't I take a nap for a while?"

Su Qi slightly closed his eyes and opened them suddenly. His dark and deep eyes flashed with brilliance. Before the red palm fan fell, he rushed over with an iron mountain leaning. Not only did he burst out his physical strength, but also the majestic true energy in his body burst out with thunder.

Indeed, once the twelve kinds of blending power came out, it would most likely kill any master of Huajin.

But Su Qi's Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Cover, Dragon Roaring Iron Cloth Shirt protected his body, and the majestic true energy protected his vitals, and he also had a strong mental power to heal his wounds. Therefore, although his internal organs were injured, there were no other major problems and he could still fight.

Bang!

The true energy and physical strength burst out, and there was another witness who saw that Yamamoto Masatake was hit hard in the chest when he was distracted. He was thrown out like a javelin, dancing in the air and unable to control his body until he hit the roof with a bang and bounced down. Then he fell to the ground with a bang and spread out in a big shape.

"Ah!"

The spectators in the field, except for Leng Zixi who was sure that "the divine fortune teller was definitely not the kind of self-destructive idiot", including Xiao Lajiao Ming Yueyue, Yamamoto Masatake, Hoshino Keiko, Stephanie, Tsukishima Chiba, the six major martial arts families, and many spectators, all unconsciously opened their mouths into a standard O shape, and some could not believe what they saw.

There was blood on the corner of his mouth just now, and in the blink of an eye, he hit such a powerful blow again. Could it be a last-ditch effort to burn everything down?

"Impossible, impossible, how can you have true energy..."

Slapping the ground with his palm, Yamamoto Masatake jumped up straight, staring at the young man in front of him in surprise. Then Sakaida Nana sent a message saying that this kid is a master of Dan Dao, but he had the upper hand just now and forgot this. But even with true energy, he couldn't withstand those three palms. He immediately shook his arms and spread his energy all over his body, shaking away the wood chips around him, and raised his head proudly and said: "Boy, don't pretend here, the attack just now was just your last struggle!"

"Stab your uncle!"

Too lazy to talk nonsense with this little book, the Eighteen Falls of the Clothes couldn't break through too much in a short time. Su Qi shook his shoulders and turned into a shadow and rushed over. At the same time, he saw the heart-sucking start, and another palm slapped the sky thunder.

"Ah... sizzle!"

Yamamoto Masatake had been prepared, but he was shocked by what he saw and his movements slowed down unconsciously. He was hit in the chest by a palm strike. The huge force and true energy burst out instantly. Although his ten toes were firmly dug into the solid wood floor, he still flew backwards uncontrollably. His ten toes dug ten three-meter-long grooves on the solid wood floor, making a series of piercing sounds and wood chips splashing all over the ground.

"Huh--hush!"

Yamamoto Masatake retreated three meters and sank his feet into the solid wood floor to his ankles. At the same time, he shook his arms, breathed in and out, and the energy flowed through his feet. Only then did he stabilize his body and endure the pain in his chest.The pain in his chest was the first in two years. He stared at the young man in front of him in horror and gradually became ecstatic.

Because a trace of blood oozed out of the corner of Su Qi's lips again! .

"What are you looking at?"

The internal organs were not fully healed. The full force of the attack affected the internal organs, so that blood gushed out again. Su Qi didn't care. He wiped it and threw it away. He turned into a residual shadow and rushed forward again and said: "You think your father is injured, I can't spit out more blood, I can still beat you with blood!"

Knowing that this guy's physical fitness is inferior to his own, but his iron armor is fully developed, and he is a mid-stage master of Huajin, with superb skills in controlling power and Huajin. If he is given time to breathe and recover, a thousand palms will not kill him. Su Qi decided to strike while the iron is hot. Regardless of his own injuries, he still witnessed the heart, physical strength, and the burst of true energy.

Bang, bang, bang...

Although Yamamoto Masatake wanted to retreat, his reaction speed was not as fast as Su Qi's just now, and there was also the interference of witnessing the heart-stirring, so he could only barely protect his head, face and throat. He was hit repeatedly on the chest, and was constantly thrown around like a human puppet, and was constantly caught up and hit again.

And Su Qi was not feeling well either. Every time he attacked with all his strength, his internal organs were injured, and the blood at the corners of his lips was flowing more and more.

But he couldn't do it without attacking with all his strength. Yamamoto Masatake was originally a great master in the middle stage of Huajin, and his control of strength was far superior to his. It was equivalent to hitting him with the same force, and half of it was immediately eliminated by his Huajin, and the rest could not hit him at all; he could only burst out with crushing power, chasing him again and again, leaving him no chance to breathe and recover.

So although one of them was hitting and the other was hit, both of them were holding on and were very hard, waiting for the moment when the other party could not hold on first.

Not only the six martial arts families, but also Yamamoto Tenxiong were dumbfounded by Yamamoto Masatake's behavior of not fighting back and setting a trap to cheat them out of money.

"What is going on here!"

"One attack could be a burst of death, but the continuous attacks left Yamamoto Masatake with no power to fight back. What is going on here?"

"He was being beaten just now, but suddenly it seemed like his power had increased greatly. Was he conservative and didn't use his full strength just now, or did he use some secret method to stimulate his potential!"

"It can't be conservative, he must have used some secret method; basically, using the secret method to stimulate potential not only costs a price, but also doesn't last long. Look at the bleeding from his mouth, he probably can't hold on any longer."

"Isn't Chinese Kung Fu in actual combat? How can this kid be so powerful!"

"Who said Chinese Kung Fu can't be used in actual combat? The Crane Form Fist was learned by the founder of the Gangrou Style in China. Why is Yamamoto Masatake so powerful against the enemy? Why don't you use karate instead of crane fist? Don't you understand this simple truth? "

"Uh!"

"Hey, Yamamoto Masatake lost the initiative and was completely suppressed by that kid; but fortunately, he has the iron armor to protect his body and has trained a body of iron skin and bones. If it were an ordinary mid-stage Huajin master, he would have been killed by this kid long ago. It depends on how long he can hold on! "

"Hey, if this kid wins, the 210 million rice knives will all fall into his hands. What a huge loss!"

"Zhengwu, you must hold on and be brave. You are an invincible man. Our fortune depends on you!"

The people in the field just sneered and mocked everyone. Now they are pale and stunned looking at everything in front of them. Some of them can't believe it, can't accept it, and are not happy!

How can a Chinese kid beat a Japanese master? Isn't it said that Chinese Kung Fu cannot be used in actual combat and is all fancy moves? Are all teachers liars? Or every country despises and rejects foreign culture, and advocates and whitewashes its own national essence!

Yamamoto Tenxiong's face was gloomy. If his second brother lost this game, it would not only have a great impact on the reputation of the Yamamoto family, but he would also lose 110 million Mi Dao.

Stephanie's beautiful eyes lit up with interest. She had seen that this mysterious Chinese master had not exerted his full strength, but now he finally broke out. She was looking forward to this competition more and more.

Tsukishima Chiba couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. He stared at the figure running in the field, and a thought became more intense: "Su Qi, how can you be so powerful? Since you are physically suppressing Yamamoto Masatake! Although he is being suppressed by you now, you are bleeding all the time. You may not be much stronger than him. It is very likely that both of you will be injured in the end. Then I will still have a chance to take you down, make you kneel at my feet, and beg for mercy for your contempt and arrogance."

"Brother-in-law, you are so great!"

Stupefied for a while, the hottie Ming Yueyue burst into tears and laughed. The originally hanging heart was relieved. She waved her little fist and shouted: "Brother-in-law, come on, brother-in-law, come on..."

"Hey!"

Leng Zixi, who had been recording the video silently, had no choice but to glance at the little sister. She could only continue to chase the two figures in the field and insist on recording a complete video.

AllWhen the Japanese people saw Xiao La Jiao cheering for them, and some members of the six major families had indeed bet a lot of money, they were unwilling to lose morale, and they immediately shouted: "Zhengwu hold on, Zhengwu hold on, Zhengwu stand up, Zhengwu stand up...ah!"

But before he could shout twice, Yamamoto Masatake was smashed into the solid wood floor with a bang, and his right arm was raised with difficulty and then fell down. His horrified eyes looked at Su Qi unwillingly and slowly closed. There was no movement for a long time.

The shouts of the crowd stopped abruptly, and all their eyes fell on the only Chinese boy standing on the field.

"The Japanese are really thick-skinned, and my hand bones can't stand it!"

Rubbing his red fists, Su Qi wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, rubbed it on Yamamoto Masatake's clothes, and then turned around and grinned: "Yueyue, tell those referees not to keep silent and delay time. Mr. Yamamoto should not think about it for an hour or two. Tell them to announce the result of the game quickly. We won!"