Dragon Son-In-Law God Of War

Chapter 645: Three punch challenge

"My master, the founder of the East Water Fist School, Kato Taketaka!"

Yamamoto Jiro looked proud, and even revealed his master's name.

"Water Crushing Rock Fist?"

The alcoholic couldn't help frowning.

Haven't heard of it, maybe it's a newly emerging little school, right?

The little school master, who has no name and no surname, dares to challenge his alcoholics?

I don't know what I can do! Although the alcoholic didn't say it clearly, his dismissive expression was written on his face.

After all, he is the leader of the Beiquan school, how can he see a small boxing school from the Japanese country in his eyes.

Yamamoto Jiro naturally saw the attitude of the alcoholic, and his face was angry.

"Are you all the warriors in China so short-sighted and look down on people?"

"Although my teacher became famous late, he unified the entire Dongying boxing world, and even Kawashima Yoshio was defeated by my master. The royal family of my country granted me the title of Master Paladin. Why do you look down on my Master? !"

"What, even Yoshio Kawashima lost to your master?"

Now, the alcoholic finally moved.

Although the Wa country is small, there are several famous masters in the world. Kawashima Kasuo is one of them, and belongs to the top three martial arts masters in the country.

Unexpectedly, why did you lose to this Kato?

"This is kind of interesting!"

The drinker suddenly sneered, and immediately glanced at Jiro Yamamoto.

"Well, let me give you a chance!"

"I made three punches. If you can take my three punches, I will accept your master's challenge!"

"Of course, I only use one level of skill! I won't kill you!"

The drunkard suddenly spoke, with a faint joke on his face.

He made this request naturally with his own purpose.

Know your enemy and confidant! As a result, this little widow actually injured his apprentice, and he naturally wanted to get back his face.

Second, you can also use these three punches to probe into the details of the opponent's master's boxing technique.

"Really?"

Yamamoto Jiro finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he could finally return to his life after the master explained.

In the next moment, the crowd of drunkard disciples looked like a fool.

"Does this kid really think he can take Master's three punches?"

"Even the master's level of skill, not everyone can bear it!"

"It's almost reckless!"

Everyone talked a lot, with mocking expressions on their faces. In their opinion, this kid would definitely die miserably.

On the other hand, Yamamoto Jiro didn't care, and the clogs under his feet were slowly slashed to the sides, even when he opened a weird fist, his hands were tapered in front of his chest.

"what is this?

Snake fist? "

"How do I feel like a chicken babbling rice?"

"Hahahaha!"

The disciples couldn't help laughing.

Only Jiang Beichen suddenly narrowed his eyes, but showed an expression of interest.

"Master Drunkard, come on, I'll wait for you to make a move!"

Yamamoto Jiro didn't have the slightest fear on his face, but his eyes glowed with excitement.

The drunkard frowned, but he didn't expect that this kid would really live and die.

Can't help but sneer, don't talk nonsense, waved his sleeves, and took a step forward suddenly.

An extremely fierce fist rushed directly forward! For a moment, his anger was vented and he flew around, as if an invisible horned dragon slammed directly at Yamamoto Jiro! too fast! Before Jiro Yamamoto had time to react, he was pressed down by the drunkard’s fist. His bones crackled and his whole body snorted. He knelt on one knee and took the burst abruptly. Stormy.

After more than ten seconds, the storm finally came to an end. Jiro Yamamoto staggered, and a ray of red blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Master Drunkard really lives up to his reputation. It's just a layer of skill that almost cost me my life!"

Yamamoto Jiro raised his head, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with admiration in his eyes.

It's just that the voice is a little weak at the moment, and it is obvious that he has suffered a serious injury.

"Hmph, in that case, do you dare to take this second punch?"

The drunkard stood up and said proudly.

Confident that this kid should also retreat.

But... "Please move!"

Yamamoto Jiro unexpectedly stood up slowly, and once again set aside his power.

Everyone stayed for a while.

Is this kid a fool?

The first punch almost died, and even dared to receive it. This is really not afraid of death! "It's a Japanese, really arrogant and arrogant!"

"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!"

The drunkard suddenly became angry, and this kid was simply too clueless.

Second punch! A fluttering punch, but this fluttering punch was more terrifying than the fist just now, and even the surrounding air burst into pieces.

Jiang Beichen nodded secretly beside him, this drunkard's understanding of boxing has reached the limit, but it is not a vain name.

boom! At this time, Yamamoto Jiro was unable to parry, he was directly blasted out of the door by the fist wind, and fell heavily on the ground, vomiting a large mouthful of blood, and did not get up for a long time.

"Haha! This is the end of pretense!"

"I don't know how to advance or retreat, is it all right now?

Can't get up! "

"If it weren't for Master's mercy, this kid is already dead!"

However, amidst a group of mocking voices, Jiro Yamamoto actually climbed up slowly again, bowed his body with a swollen nose and a smirk on his face, and walked in slowly from the door.

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

Unexpectedly, after suffering such a serious injury, this kid could actually get up?

The drunkard's complexion also changed, and naturally he felt that his face was a little unbearable.

"Master Drunkard, please punch the third!"

Yamamoto Jiro breathed slightly and said, without the slightest fear on his face, on the contrary, the excitement became more intense, making the alcoholic feel a kind of shock.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Good, good! That old man will fulfill you today!"

The drunkard was angry, he had never been so provoked by a junior.

Immediately the third punch was hit directly.

This punch was also soft, but in the middle of the punch, the wind of the fist suddenly changed, like a dragon like a tiger, faintly roaring, and blasted forward.

The disciples' eyes widened.

This is Drunken Master! Unexpectedly, the master would use his own stunt to become famous! "Good boy finished!"

"Dead!"

"80% of the muscles and veins are broken, the bones have to be broken into slag!"

You know, their master is relying on this drunken fist to defeat the entire Beiquan, become a master of the first generation, and obtain the title of ‘drunkard’! In the eyes of all the disciples, this Japanese kid is dead! However...Hi! Yamamoto Jiro, who was dangling, suddenly yelled and swept away his depression. Just as the fist wind was facing, the spirit of the whole person suddenly changed, and the fist changed instantly, without the slightest evasiveness. The face is hitting that fist wind.

Puff puff puff! The air was densely popped like a drum.

A pair of fists hit like raindrops in the wind of drunken fist.

It seemed as if hundreds of punches were punched in one breath, and finally, with force and force, all the wind of the drunken fist was received.

In the end, all the fists became invisible, and Yamamoto Jiro slowly closed his fists and stood.

"Master Drunkard, let it go!"

Yamamoto Jiro looked over with a playful look.

At this moment, everyone's expressions were frozen on their faces.

After a long time, the alcoholic sighed.

"The first two punches show that the enemy is weak.

The last punch, show the hole card! "

"The Japanese people are really cunning!"

The drunkard shook his head, and slowly clenched a pair of old fists.