The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Mitsuda Yamamoto observed Ye Zhibing, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was posing in a very common posture of straddling the horse and protecting his chest with both hands.

From this point of view, this young man has no great abilities.

Yamamoto Mitsuda clenched his fists, roared, and rushed towards Ye Zhibing quickly.

As soon as he reached Ye Zhibing's arm's length, he punched Ye Zhibing's chest.

In order to test Yamamoto Mitsuda's strength, Ye Zhibing resisted a punch with his forearm.

boom.

The bodies of the two collided, and Ye Zhibing suddenly felt confident, there was some strength but not enough to look at.

A smile appeared on Ye Zhibing's face, and he became more calm.

Through this collision, Yamamoto Mitsuda realized that the opponent was not easy to mess with, and his fist was still aching.

"Ba ka, see if I don't kill you."

Mitsuda Yamamoto cursed angrily in Japanese, and quickly kicked Ye Zhibing in the face.

Now that Ye Zhibing knew about Mitsuda Yamamoto, he took a small step back, lowered his head, and dodged Mitsuda Yamamoto's attack.

Ye Zhibing also attacked, taking advantage of Yamamoto Mitsuda's attempt to withdraw his leg, he kicked Yamamoto Mitsuda's ankle violently.

Yamamoto Mitsuda didn't expect Ye Zhibing to counterattack so quickly after dodging, he was caught off guard and was kicked by Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing didn't hold back his strength, so he didn't need to be polite when dealing with this kind of Japanese devils.

Mitsuda Yamamoto was in bad luck, his ankle swelled up quickly after being kicked, and he could no longer support his body.

He stood on one foot, his figure wobbled, and he almost fell.

Mr. Gao looked on the steps and knew that Mitsuda Yamamoto was not Ye Zhibing's opponent, so he shouted loudly: "Mr. Ye, you have already won, please show mercy."

With Mr. Gao's order, Ye Zhibing did not take advantage of the victory to pursue. He took a few steps back, cupped his hands at Mr. Gao and said, "Okay, Mr. Gao."

The people around saw that Ye Zhibing won cleanly, and now he is very graceful, so they couldn't help applauding Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing thanked everyone with a smile: "Thank you, thank you."

But Mitsuda Yamamoto couldn't hold back his face anymore. As a loser, he felt that others looked at him with pity and sympathy.

This made him, who had always regarded honor more important than life, how could he bear it, he became angry from embarrassment.

He yelled in Oriental dialect to several people in the distance: "Bring my knife, quick, idiot."

Hearing the order, the entourage ran away quickly to help him get the knife.

Others could not understand this, but Ye Zhibing could.

He smiled at Mitsuda Yamamoto and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, do you want to compete with swords?"

Yamamoto Mitsuda gritted his teeth and said: "Of course, our family's ancestral sword technique will definitely kill you."

Ye Zhibing was not afraid at all, and said with a smile: "Too much self-confidence is arrogance. I wonder if Mr. Yamamoto has heard this sentence?"

"No, I can definitely kill you and avenge myself."

"That's fine, I'll give you a chance to take revenge."

Gao Meiyue heard what the two said, and translated to his father worriedly: "Dad, the two of them are going to use a knife."

Mr. Gao was taken aback, this is not possible, a mistake is a life, these two people are useful to him, nothing can go wrong.

"National Dragon, National Dragon."

Mr. Gao shouted a few times, and Huang Guolong appeared next to Mr. Gao.

"Go, tell Ye Zhibing that you can't fight with Dongyang people."

Huang Guolong led the order to squeeze to Ye Zhibing's side, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Ye, Mr. Gao ordered you not to use a knife with that Japanese man."

Ye Zhibing smiled helplessly, "Brother Long, if someone chases me with a knife, can I fight back?"

Huang Guolong didn't know how to answer, Mr. Gao didn't say anything.

Seeing that Huang Guolong didn't say anything, Ye Zhibing smiled and said, "Brother Long, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement."

Huang Guolong didn't want to take responsibility, so he quickly denied it: "Mr. Ye, I didn't say that."

Ye Zhibing reached out and patted Huang Guolong's shoulder, comforting him: "Don't worry, I won't kill that Japanese man. Killing people will pay for their lives, I know it very well."

Huang Guolong breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay, just don't risk your life, so that you can explain to Mr. Gao.

Yamamoto Mitsuda's entourage has brought him a long knife.

This is an oriental sword inserted in the scabbard. The people around can feel the strong murderous aura. They can't help but take a few steps back and watch it. It's not as comfortable as before, and they have to worry about being accidentally injured.

Mr. Gao saw the situation like this, and he was afraid that it would be irreversible. This Yamamoto Mitsuda was not his subordinate, and he might not listen to what he said. Ye Zhibing was addicted to playing, so he might not sell him.

Hey, Mr. Gao sighed and waited for the change.

Mitsuda Yamamoto was holding a long knife, and suddenly he was full of courage. With the help of this magic soldier, let's see how the unarmed young man can fight!
Holding the scabbard in his left hand and the handle in his right, he slowly pulled out the long knife.

The long knife came out of its sheath, making a clanging sound, and the blade had a cold light, which made people dare not look directly at it.

Mitsuda Yamamoto walked a few steps. Although it was still painful, he felt that his legs could support his body. He approached Ye Zhibing and asked with a sneer, "Where's your knife?"

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly, and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, with a certain level of kung fu, no sword is better than a sword."

Yamamoto Mitsuda cursed: "Arrogant idiot, die."

After finishing speaking, Yamamoto Mitsuda slashed left and right twice.

The people present immediately saw two cold lights and did not dare to look any further.

Yamamoto Mitsuda felt the familiar feeling come back, and swung his knife forward with pride.

Everyone saw that Mitsuda Yamamoto seemed to have turned into a ray of cold light, rolling towards Ye Zhibing.

Is this result still predictable?

One has a sword and the other does not, and the person with the sword is so skilled in swordsmanship, this is probably the rhythm of death.

They looked at Ye Zhibing, regretting his young life.

It's not good to do something, to provoke this kind of oriental killer.

Mitsuda Yamamoto drew his knife and slashed Ye Zhibing's head straight, almost wanting to split Ye Zhibing in two.

Ye Zhibing started to move when he saw the wind of the knife blowing.

He flashed to the left at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Yamamoto Mitsuda slashed through the air, annoyed, swung his knife across, and chased after Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing felt that the battle should be resolved quickly, so he widened his eyes to see the path of the knife, shouted loudly, and stretched out his palms.

Everyone thought that Ye Zhibing was looking for death, and used his fleshy palm to fight against the long knife!

Unexpectedly, after Yunzhu's rain harvested, everyone was surprised to see that Ye Zhibing actually clamped the long knife with a pair of fleshy palms.

God, how is this possible!

Mr. Gao also widened his eyes, knowing that he still underestimated Ye Zhibing's ability.

Huang Guolong was dumbfounded, Mr. Ye is so powerful?
"Damn!"

Yamamoto Mitsuda was so angry that he wanted to withdraw his long knife and continue to attack.

But he felt Ye Zhibing's terrifying strength, and the long knife did not move at all.

"This knife is not bad, lend me to play."

Ye Zhibing smiled and pulled the long knife towards him.

Yamamoto Mitsuda couldn't stand firmly, and was pulled by Ye Zhibing.

"Why are you so stingy, Mr. Yamamoto."

Ye Zhibing laughed mercilessly.