martial law

Once Huo Yuanjia relaxed, his vigor and energy were obviously not as good as before, and the threat of poisoning and injury finally manifested.

Now he is not much different from an old man who is over sixty years old, and he looks a little out of shape.

However, the complexion on his face turned slightly ruddy, obviously he had taken the right medicine.

It wasn't that he was unsaved, it just took a little longer.

"If I don't use my strength, and don't generate nameless fire, my body can still hold on, and I just need to take good care of it.

But you, today is a great day for you to boost the country's prestige and severely attack Japanese karate, so how could I not come? "

Huo Yuanjia's tone was regretful.

If there were no accidents, this competition should be him personally fighting the Japanese to the death.

Deduce the desolate and helpless ending tragedy.

Although he has become a spectator at this time, the blood in his heart has never faded.

Chen Zizheng, Zhang Yuquan and others also surrounded him, "Fight well, and let the little devils see how good our Chinese kung fu is...Master Yang, this time, no matter what the result is, the Japanese will not have the opportunity to make use of it.

We have united with all comrades, and set up dark spots around to keep an eye on.

Just make your move with confidence, don't show mercy. "

"Thank you, seniors."

Yang Lin cupped his hands in thanks.

He looked at the Japanese side who was sitting solemnly next to him, and saw the officer in a straight military uniform with a grim face, and dozens of Japanese soldiers standing behind him.

The bottom of my heart is clear, and I also understand the identity of the other party.

Wang Xiaoqiao sent news overnight that he had detected subtle movements of the Japanese army.During the martial arts competition, it was suspected that something might happen.

However, at this time, the arrow is on the string, no matter what kind of bad water the Japanese are holding in their hearts, they can only go on like this.

Yang Lin secretly raised his guard in his heart, looked at the long wooden pedestal under the feet of Fujita Takeshi, Akutagawa Ryuichi and others, and then turned his eyes away.

In the phalanx of Fist of Fury, there is a young man wearing a gray cloth shirt and a peaked cap, he is walking around like a loach, that is Wang Xiaoqiao.

Defend against others and yourself, and be fully prepared.

Yang Lin is not Huo Yuanjia, he has done a lot of preparation work in all aspects.

I would rather trouble a little beforehand than regret later.

Of course, all kinds of preventive measures are just some helpless means to guard against villains but not gentlemen.

The real highlight is the life-and-death fight with Akutagawa Ryuichi.

It only makes sense if you win.

……

Under the eyes of witnesses, the two parties signed the life and death certificate with their own hands.

After making the hand model, Akutagawa Ryuichi did not speak.

He walked up to the solid wooden arena that was three meters above the ground, stood on the side of Dongtou, closed his eyes and meditated, and did not speak.

Yang Lin knew that the other party was cultivating murderous aura and building momentum.

Whether it is kendo, judo, or karate, Japan has such a hand.

The silence before the fight was to wait for a more violent eruption.

Yang Lin got on the ring, walked slowly across the ring, and came to the west to stand.

Feeling the thick and solid wood under his waist, he thought that the opponent didn't do any tricks on the ground of the ring, so there should only be small movements off the stage.

Wait until the gray-haired old referee who came from England shouted to start.

Yang Lin gathered his mind and raised his eyes to Akutagawa Ryuichi.

He was actually very curious.

To be able to kill Huo Yuanjia on the original historical line, even if this man played a lot of tricks, he should have something unique, and he must have some powerful cards.

With the demeanor of a big country, Yang Lin didn't take the lead.

Because he has preemptive strikes and Wushuang's attack speed, it really doesn't matter whether he is the first or not, but he is happy to show his demeanor.

Then, he saw Akutagawa Ryuichi, with his feet slowly protruding forward step by step, as if testing whether the water temperature was hot enough...

Land gently, step on the table, and take another step.

He stood with his hands in front of his chest, half-bent out, his palms were like knives, he bowed his back, and his whole body collapsed into a bow.

In a short distance of seven or eight meters, he walked for half a minute, but he still didn't get close to Yang Lin.

Grass……

You said you challenged the Fist of Fury, but you started fighting.

What is it like to move forward like a fish?

Chapter 101 The Grandmaster Realm

Yang Lin couldn't help thinking of a sentence.

'Enter the village quietly, don't shoot guns. '

Presumably, those two devils got inspiration from this kind of action.

Is this too cautious?

Yang Lin felt a little helpless, he heard the drumming noise from the crowd around the stage.

And the sniggering of those Brits and Frenchmen.

Perhaps, from their point of view, the martial arts contest between the orientals is actually more like a child's play.

Because, neither of the two people on the stage is the kind of muscular brawny man.

Although they are not short in stature, they are all well-proportioned, so they don't look very powerful.

In particular, Yang Lin was dressed in a sky-blue robe, standing there like a jade tree facing the wind, he was simply a model of a good son in troubled times.

Where does it look like it can fight.

As the booing gradually started, Yang Lin became a little impatient first.

He is not happy to stand on the stage and play monkey games for foreigners like this.

Is this the beginning of the vigorous and famous Sino-Japanese martial arts contest?

This made him slightly embarrassed.

"Whether you want to fight or not, I will do it if you don't."

Yang Lin put away the fist gesture of opening the door and greeting guests, stood up straight, and was about to walk forward.

Unexpectedly, Akutagawa Ryuichi yelled loudly, like a thunderbolt hit in the air, shaking the eardrums of everyone around him to swell.

Several people didn't even sit still and fell off their chairs.

With the sound of drinking.

Just now he was as cautious as an old wolf, but now he is as fierce as a tiger.

With a half-jump impact, the right hand rushed forward, the back hand followed, and the vertical palm turned into a knife.

With a bang, the wooden platform collapsed with a deep hole, and sawdust flew like snowflakes.

When the palm knife slashed down, the whistling sound of the knife continued, which added a bit of power.

"Then try your palm strength."

Yang Lin's eyes turned cold.

The guy on the other side made too many tricks, sometimes he was too careful, and sometimes he yelled loudly, attacking when people weren't paying attention, he was really doing tricks everywhere...

This is a popular Japanese method of incorporating the art of war into boxing moves.

Pity it didn't work.

Knife against knife.

Yang Lin's right hand hanging by his side drew an arc, starting from his feet, and piercing the wind with his blade.

Swipe sideways from bottom to top on the left.

bang...

The palms of the two collided, making a cutting sound like a blade.

As soon as the Akutagawa Dragon swooped down, it froze in mid-air, and a look of pain appeared in its eyes.

He retracted his right hand like an electric shock, dripping a piece of blood.

The body rotated in mid-air, and with this strength, the flying leg flew back and swept towards Yang Lin's head.

It looks like it is going to retreat, but it is actually turning around and attacking.

The legs are like a giant axe, which can be cut and split. As long as it is drawn, even a huge stone will be turned into stone powder.

Akutagawa Ryuichi had this conviction in his heart.

All the disciples of the Fist of Fury under the stage let out a low cry.

Chen Zizheng and the others also looked cautiously.

Apparently even they didn't expect that this Japanese karate master would be so flexible.

Just now, from making a bold move to retreating in frustration...in an instant, it turned into a concentrated effort.

It is simply scheming and never misses any opportunity.

Sure enough, it is Ming Xinliu with total attack and full defense, and the desire to attack is so strong that it scares people to death.

On the Japanese side, a group of karate disciples cheered loudly.

This is the famous killer move of Mingxin Gym.

"Pounce on the head and slash the body."

It is also Akutagawa Ryuichi Megatron's signature move in Hokkaido, Japan.

Facing the sweeping attack from the sky, Yang Lin's expression was indifferent, and he didn't even move his eyebrows. It was like a spring, and his body was pulled back for no reason.

Step forward and step back to walk through the clouds and flowing water.

Can't see the slightest intention at all.

Like a prophet.

Then, I saw the tip of Akutagawa Ryuichi's leg sweeping across the front of his nose.

In the sharp howling, nothing was swept.

Akutagawa Longyi was startled, and quickly shrank his body, wanting to fall to the ground and retreat.

But I felt a sharp pain coming from the inner thigh, and I couldn't help but fly upside down, flipped in mid-air, slap...

Falling to the ground, in the shattered wooden pit, he twitched for several seconds, struggling to get up under the strange eyes of the referee, his head was dizzy, and his nose was bleeding from the knock.

Looking at Yang Lin was like seeing a ghost.

The opponent's response was too weird, not only advancing and retreating like lightning, but also like a prophet, seeing through everything about him.

Just now, he stepped back suddenly, and the timing was extremely ingenious. Not only was he powerful, but he was also fast, so fast that he didn't even hear the sound of breaking the wind.

"You dare to challenge Master Huo at such a level. I don't know. Who gave you the courage?"

Yang Lin stood where he was, with his hands behind his back, as if he hadn't moved.

But his face was full of disdain: "If the Japanese are all like this, I have to admit that you made me laugh."

Beforehand, there was a lot of bragging, but the fight turned out to be two hundred and five weak chickens. The meaning in Yang Lin's words was actually extremely ruthless.

The more Akutagawa listened, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

This time it wasn't because of the beating, but because of being angry.

Against the backdrop of the embarrassment he just got up from, the description is even more horrific.