Just when everyone burst into laughter because Zhou Zhihan said these words, the next scene left everyone dumbfounded... This?
"That's it?"
Zhou Zhihan couldn't help but cursed in a low voice, "Fuck...you are so pretentious at this time."
Takeo Yoshikawa, who was standing behind the window, couldn't help but frowned. How long has it been since he was still doing this?
Saburo Furuta is spreading salt.
When he came out, a little attendant brought out a large jar of salt.
Sprinkling salt is to ward off evil spirits and is also a ritual to pray for the gods to bless the sumo wrestlers in victory.
Although there is no solid earth on the dance floor, faith has become a habit of Furuta Saburo. If he does not pray these pre-war prayers, his heart will not be at ease. It is similar to the Zhuangxing wine before going out. It is unlucky not to drink.
Therefore, all the American soldiers were stunned and looked at each other. What was the wall of meat doing?
Then, the soldiers were happy. It was great. The warm-up before the battle was really unique.
Okay, you warm up, we drink, and we party to the end tonight. Anyway, we have tomorrow off, so we can sleep until noon.
So the American soldiers each held a bottle of beer and watched what the wall of flesh on the dance floor would do next.
Zhou Zhihan reached for a chair, sat there with a cup of tea, and watched the pretense.
"Roar!" Saburo Furuta roared, his hands suddenly struck together and then he raised them, level with his shoulders, stretched to both sides, and turned his palms upward.
Okay, young man, we still talk about martial arts... Zhou Zhihan understood Furuta Saburo's gesture. It was a sumo wrestler showing everyone that he had no weapons.
However, American soldiers with different cultures in the East and West believed that the wall of flesh was a provocation to Zhou Zhihan.
Next, Furuta Saburo's bare feet stamped the ground in turn. Takeo Yoshikawa, who was hiding behind the window in anger, turned pale. Although he knew that Furuta Saburo's feet stamped on the ground had a profound meaning. It was the sumo wrestler using his mighty body to fight. The meaning of suppressing the evil spirits hiding underground is called "strength", which is also a warm-up action before the game.
Zhou Zhihan stretched out his palm - please continue.
Furuta Saburo acted as if there was no one around. He put his feet on the ground with the soles of his feet, spread his knees outwards, stabilized his waist, and relaxed his shoulders. Then he put his hands on his knees and raised his chin slightly. His face was stern, and he looked at Zhou Zhihan, his eyes sharp and murderous.
Zhou Zhihan stood up and put down his teacup: "Okay? That's it?"
Saburo Furuta responded with cold eyes.
Zhou Zhihan walked to the opposite side of Furuta Saburo, two meters apart.
Furuta Saburo's left palm like a leaf palm slapped Zhou Zhihan's head. It seemed unpleasant, but Zhou Zhihan could feel that the power of this palm was at least hundreds of kilograms. An ordinary person would be injured even if he was hit by one palm. He did not dare to take the blow hard and avoided it with one side of his body, hitting Saburo Furuta's left arm with a side kick.
Furuta Saburo's body swayed, and Zhou Zhihan took two steps back.
Zhou Zhihan's face was like an ancient well, and he was slightly shocked. His kick seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact it was like kicking an iron pillar, causing a dull pain.
Seeing Zhou Zhihan kick out as fast as lightning, the American sailors said "Oh". They didn't expect that Colonel Zhou's boxing and kicking skills were so powerful. This side kick was very handsome.
Zhou Zhihan was surprised, and Saburo Furuta was even more surprised. He did not expect that the kick from the Chinese was so powerful that it made his arm numb.
Saburo Furuta slapped him again, and hit Zhou Zhihan on the head. His abdomen could easily withstand Zhou Zhihan's kick, but no one's head could withstand his slap, especially his ten fingers. A steel drill that can crush a person's skull.
Zhou Zhihan knew how powerful he was, so he ducked sideways and hit Saburo Furuta in the ribs with an uppercut. It felt like hitting a bull on the belly, producing a rebound force. Zhou Zhihan secretly said that it was not good and squatted down fiercely. Furuta Saburo's backhand slap grazed his hair, causing a burning pain in his scalp.
At this time, the sailors understood that although Zhou Zhihan punched hard, his strength could not overcome Furuta Saburo's body. Many people who blocked Furuta Saburo's victory thought that they would have money to find a girl tonight.
Zhou Zhihan swept forward and kicked Furuta Saburo's calf. The opponent just staggered a bit. Although his body was huge, he turned around not too slowly. He slapped Zhou Zhihan on the head again while sweeping his legs before he could get up. The move was simple but powerful. huge.
Zhou Zhihan rolled on his side, stood up on his back, and avoided this seemingly simple slap. But his eyes were blurred, and Furuta Saburo slapped him down with his left hand again. However, when Zhou Zhihan turned sideways to avoid it, the palm of his hand suddenly fell to the ground. It turned into a grab and grabbed Zhou Zhihan's shoulder like lightning.
Amid everyone's exclamations, Zhou Zhihan lowered his shoulders, removed Furuta Saburo's eagle-like finger strength, stretched out his hands sharply and quickly, grabbed Furuta Saburo's right wrist, and exerted force along with his body leaning forward. yank.
Furuta Saburo felt a huge pulling force pulling him forward. He secretly said that it was not good, and involuntarily took half a step forward while retracting his arms to defend himself.
What Zhou Zhihan wanted was for Furuta Saburo to pull back. The pull of his hands instantly relaxed, and he used the force to fly up into the air. He exerted force on his waist, rotated his whole body to the upper right, and rode on Furuta Saburo's neck, twisting his legs violently. , the rotation force to the right increased, and a powerful force of inertia twisted Furuta Saburo and rolled 180 degrees. His huge body fell to the ground with a crash, and the floor shook violently.
"idiot……"
The smile on Takeo Yoshikawa's face, who was hiding behind the curtain, condensed. Saburo Furuta fell in such a panic that he was overtaken by the opponent, which was simply a humiliation to the empire.
At this time, Saburo Furuta's right hand was still in Zhou Zhihan's palms.
Saburo Furuta knew that his movements would be even slower when he reached the ground, so he desperately pulled his right hand back.
late!
While Saburo Furuta was lying on the ground, Zhou Zhihan turned his left hand, pressed the back of Saburo Furuta's hand with his right hand, and rotated to the right as if a bearing was installed under his body. His left leg had already passed across Furuta Saburo's face. Pressing on his collarbone, he instantly formed a 90-degree right angle between his body and Furuta Saburo's body. Then he leaned back with all his strength and used the force to yank his right arm.
The force of Zhou Zhihan's sudden backlash was so strong that even Saburo Furuta, who was as strong as an ox, could not withstand it. He swung his left fist sideways and tried to hit Zhou Zhihan's head hard, but was kicked by the opponent's right foot.
Zhou Zhihan went from circling in the air to riding on Furuta Saburo's neck and knocking him down, and then connected his legs to suppress his head and other arm, and at the same time straightened his right arm. The whole movement was fast and coherent, done in one go, dazzling. Tanaka, who was watching the battle from the side, was stunned, with the proud smile still on his face.
Furuta Saburo was knocked down by Zhou Zhihan's neck, which was simply a humiliation to the Japanese Empire, because Furuta Saburo wore a belt with "Must Win" on the front and a sun flag on the front.
At this moment, people in the entire hall almost held their breath.
too fast.
It only took two or three seconds from Zhou Zhihan grabbing Saburo Furuta's hand to knocking him to the ground.
Saburo Furuta roared angrily, fighting like a trapped beast. He knew something was wrong. He was so stupid on the ground that he was almost a ball of dead flesh.
Zhou Zhihan clamped Saburo Furuta's arms with his knees to prevent him from swaying left and right, and held his wrist tightly with his left hand, holding his thumb upward to keep the joints from exerting force in the opposite direction. Then he began to lean back from the ground and lift his hips. Bridge, cross solid action completed.
Zhou Zhihan shouted loudly in English: "Admit defeat!"
Saburo Furuta was silent, and there was a tearing sensation in the muscles of his elbow joint. He gritted his teeth and tried to withdraw his arm, but his elbow joint turned up, and his elbow was pressed against the opponent's hip bone to form a fulcrum, and he could not exert any strength at all.
Zhou Zhihan shouted: "Slap on the ground and admit defeat!"
