The heavens, start from one person

Chapter 17
At noon the next day, the sky was bright and the air was clear, and the wind was breezy. Zhao Lizheng stretched his body, and his eyes were bright.

"What a fine day. Suitable for... beating dogs!"

After saying that, he strode onto the street. The street is very cold today. Seeing this scene, Zhao Lizheng felt relieved. He was also afraid of endangering civilians in a big battle.

Although it is always said that people in this world don't care about his affairs, but who likes to kill innocent people indiscriminately?
"Maybe, the dog skin plaster Congress!"

Zhao Lizheng said so when he saw the arena set up in front of him.

At this moment, the Japanese army had already made preparations, setting up the ring, surrounded by Japanese army guards with guns, and many civilians, carrying things, standing in place.

Seeing Zhao Lizheng coming, they all set their sights on him. Zhao Lizheng raised his hands and signaled to everyone. At this time, Li Zhao came.

He was holding a porcelain bowl, and the slightly turbid liquid inside was rippling. Li Zhao said, "Master Ye has left Foshan. This is the bowl of wine he asked me to bring to you!"

"Send you off today. Don't see you back! Hahaha!"

Zhao Lizheng picked up the wine bowl, he laughed loudly and drank it down in one gulp, quite heroic.

Snapped!
Immediately, he threw the bowl, staggered away from Li Zhao's body and walked forward.

"Master Zhao, come on, kill the Japanese!"

A crowd of onlookers shouted, Zhao Lizheng cupped his hands and said, "Of course I will do my best, but everyone, after I kill the Japanese, you have to leave quickly, so as not to accidentally injure you with guns and shells!"

This is still what Zhao Lizheng is more worried about. Hearing what he said, the people around him were also silent, and they lowered their heads slowly.

No matter whether this battle is won or lost, the Japanese will do it. In their eyes, Zhao Lizheng is dead.

It would be the best if he could kill Miura before he died.

Zhao Lizheng who came to the stage did not see Miura's arrival.With deep eyes, he said slowly, "Is Japan's bushido timid?"

"Presumptuous, General Miura is on his way here, you Chinese, keep your mouth clean!"

Sato took a step forward, raised the gun in his hand and said to Zhao Lizheng, Zhao Lizheng asked, buttoned his ears and said, "I heard a dog barking at me early in the morning!"

"Shut up, listen to me, General Miura will come to compete with you in a while, you can only lose, and you will be defeated by General Miura, if you don't do what I ask, before you win At that moment, I will shoot and kill you without hesitation!"

Sato threatened nakedly, and they invaded so far, relying on a belief that they must win.

He didn't allow the man in front of him to beat General Miura, it was not allowed.

"Ah, hahaha, so that's the case, you people really can't afford to lose, hahaha!"

Zhao Lizheng was about to burst into tears when he heard the words, and then he suddenly lowered his head, with fierce eyes in his eyes, and said, "Shut up, tell Miura to roll here, I'm going to beat him to death!"

After saying this, Sato snorted coldly, and he said: "You kill him, I kill you! Hmph!"

As Sato stepped off the stage, Zhao Lizheng also sat cross-legged unceremoniously on the stage, waiting for Miura's arrival.

It was noon in the sun, Zhao Lizheng felt something, he squinted his eyes slightly, and a Japanese general walked up slowly in front of him.

"Coming? It seems that you are ready to be killed by me!"

When Zhao Lizheng saw General Miura coming, he also had a smile on his face, and then he got up slowly, stretching his muscles and bones.

"Start?"

Miura didn't say much, he took off his shirt, looked at Zhao Lizheng talking, Zhao Lizheng nodded.

call out!
The next moment, Miura suddenly clenched his fist, and attacked Zhao Lizheng. His fist was sharp and fierce. If he punched, at least one rib would be broken.

Zhao Lizheng was not in a hurry when he saw this. He ducked sideways and avoided General Miura's attack. Miura did not give up at all when he saw this, and waved his fist even more fiercely.

The fist was waving like a wind, but it couldn't reach Zhao Lizheng. The continuous waving of empty fists made Miura lose some patience, and he couldn't help shouting: "Do you only know how to dodge?"

"Is it my fault that you can't hit me?"

Zhao Lizheng smiled, watching General Miura's punch. At this moment, his eyes were piercing, and he punched Miura's fist.

Bang!
Your muffled voice sounded, and your intense pain invaded Miura's punching arm, and this pain almost made him cry out.

"Why is it so heavy?"

Miura became suspicious, but it was too late for him to think about the current situation, Zhao Lizheng punched him with another fist.

He stretched out his elbow to resist, and the huge force shook him away at this moment, causing him to hit the pillar of the competition platform.

"it is good!"

The people in the audience applauded for a while. At this moment, Miura came back to his senses. I clenched my fists and launched an attack at Du Chong Zhao Lizheng. It is useless to use great strength. This is not the key to victory.

This time he used both hands and feet, punched and swept his legs, all in one go, Zhao Lizheng dodged twice, and was suppressed by Miura again.

Miura was overjoyed, and he pursued the victory, but at the next moment, a fist hit him head on.

Bang!
A heavy blow made his eyes go black, only to hear Zhao Lizheng's voice: "You don't think you have the upper hand, do you? Let you fight, you really fight!"

After finishing his words, Miura's vision returned. He looked at Zhao Lizheng who was charging over and suddenly punched again.

They have fought dozens of rounds.He had never met Zhao Lizheng once, which made him feel a little bad in his heart.

If this continues, he will undoubtedly lose.

Thinking of this, he struck harder, from defeating Zhao Lizheng to killing Zhao Lizheng.

Seeing Miura's fierce boxing, Zhao Lizheng smiled and said, "I'll just wait for you to use your full strength. Hahaha!"

Between laughs.The fist struck again, Zhao Lizheng turned his head sideways, and the right fist from the lower body came out at the same time, hitting Miura's abdomen.

"Forehead!"

Enduring the pain, Miura began to increase the speed of his hands, he couldn't stop attacking, if he stopped, he would lose completely.

But as he kept punching, he received more and more blows. Zhao Lizheng's blows were synchronized with his blows, but he couldn't hit Zhao Lizheng with every blow.

"Go to hell, Japanese dog!"

As Zhao Lizheng said so, he clenched his fist tightly. The next moment, he punched Miura on the side.

Click!

There was a crisp cracking sound.This blow directly shattered Miura's ribs.

"Ahhh!"

Miura howled in pain, and he curled up on the ground. Seeing the timing, Zhao Lizheng rode on Miura's body and punched Miura on the head.

Click!

This punch cracked Miura's bones again, and then Zhao Lizheng swung his fist faster and faster.

In less than a while, Miura lost his breath, blood flowed all over the ground, and his body was crushed by Zhao Lizheng.

"idiot!"

Bang!
At this moment, a pitch-black gun was raised and fired at Zhao Lizheng's body.

"Master Zhao!"

At this scene, everyone couldn't help shouting!
(End of this chapter)