I want to hit ten……
Ten...
Li Zhao was stunned, and the boxers standing at the door were equally confused.
Only the Japanese present didn't know what he said. In short, it must be a very interesting sentence, otherwise the Chinese people would not all be silent.
"Master, I know you hate the Japanese, but..." Li Zhao looked embarrassed. He had watched so many battles, but no boxer dared to challenge ten Japanese samurai. You must know that single combat and group fighting are completely different things. , the former is more of a test of fighting skills, while the latter, to win, you must be able to see all directions, listen to all directions, and have physical fitness that surpasses ordinary people, or there is a saying that two fists are difficult to beat with four hands, and a hero cannot stand against a crowd. Woolen cloth.
"I'm going to hit ten." Lin Yue repeated his thoughts again, this time very loudly.
Sato looked at Li Zhao and said, "Hey, what did he say?"
"He said...he said..." Li Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "He said he wanted to fight ten."
This time it was the Japanese's turn to be surprised. There was an uproar in the audience. Some people's eyes widened and they felt that they were offended. A mere Chinese man dared to speak so brazenly that he wanted to be beaten ten times. How could he be considered a soldier of the Imperial Japanese Army?
Sato heard that he laughed because he was angry.
"Ten? I think he is looking for death."
Miura, who was walking slowly in the corridor, suddenly stopped and looked at the two people in the martial arts arena.
"Ten?"
Li Zhao nodded: "Ten." After saying that, he looked at Lin Yue reproachfully.
Do you want to be so exaggerated?
Is it difficult to fight ten? Ip Man can hit ten, okay?
In fact, what Lin Yue wanted to say at first was that you all should come together, but suddenly he remembered Ip Man's lines in the movie, and the bad taste that arose spontaneously made him cut the person in half.
Miura looked at Lin Yue quietly for two seconds and looked at Sato who nodded. He wanted to see what gave this Chinese man the arrogant courage.
"Fifth Division, First Class, Third Class, Fifth Class, move out."
The Japanese samurai around the martial arts arena stood up, and the person whose name was called by Miura stepped forward and showed the starting hand posture of judo.
The moment the battle was about to begin, Lin Yue suddenly raised his hand to signal a pause.
Just when Sato thought that he was timid in the face of battle and wanted to change the fighting rules, Lin Yue took off his glasses, walked to the edge of the stage, put them somewhere out of the way, then returned to where he was before, and charged at ten Japanese samurai wearing training uniforms. Wave.
"drink!"
The two Japanese samurai in front made a fake move, and the strong Japanese samurai behind Lin Yue took the opportunity to kick Lin Yue hard in the back.
He didn't even look back, but his ears moved slightly, his toes trembled slightly, his body stepped back half a foot, his feet crossed close to his shoulders, and his trouser legs made small creases on his sleeves.
When the Japanese samurai's calf came into view, Lin Yue suddenly raised his hands, hugged the Japanese samurai's leg and twisted around, drawing an arc under the combined force of the ground and the opponent's force.
Woo~
Pa~
There was a flash of confusion on the field, and the Japanese samurai flew directly out of the field, hit the east wall heavily, slipped and fell to the ground without moving.
Another Japanese samurai rushed over from the side. He tilted his head slightly, punched too long, and stabbed the back hard with his right elbow. The enemy let out a scream, as if his ribs were broken.
At this time, Lin Yue kicked forward and knocked over the Japanese samurai who was charging from the opposite side. He used the force to retreat, hugging the upper arm of the Japanese samurai with broken ribs and bending down to exert force.
Pa~
Just after his ribs were broken, the man was thrown to the ground again. Before he could exhale the breath stuck in his throat, a foot stepped down on his chest. As a black shadow rose into the sky, someone in front of him Flying out in a spin.
Dodge, hit the armpit, twist the arm, and kick.
A Japanese samurai fell to the ground.
The index finger pokes the throat.
Another Japanese samurai knelt down holding his neck and gasping for breath.
…
Use your strength to fight.
Lower hook.
Left hook.
Whip legs.
A half-step collapsed fist.
The old ape hangs the seal.
Splitting the palm with the left hand, raising the elbow with the right hand, and then wagging the crocodile tail, the ninth Japanese samurai flew out of the field.
When the last Japanese samurai was pinned to the floor by his knees and couldn't breathe, and was kicking around with his hands and feet, everyone held their breath.
The corpse is lying with ten folded.
None of the ten Japanese samurai who followed Sato's orders were his enemies. People outside the field only saw fists interlacing and clothes flying. When they realized, the battle on the field was over.
Lin Yue punched the man beneath him in the back of the head and stood up.
Several Japanese samurai next to him were holding the injured part at his feet and wailing.
There were no deaths, but there were fractures and fractures. Even if the medical conditions could keep up, it would take three or four months of rest to regain combat effectiveness.
Sato's mouth opened slightly, not expecting that the businessman was really good at hitting.
Miura winked at the person below with a sullen face, and the second lieutenant at the door opened the room next to him to get a rice bag.
"Wait a minute, let's get it together later."
Lin Yue glanced at the dozen or so Japanese people in the audience who were looking at him with gritted teeth, and raised his fingers: "Let's come together."
Li Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his head.
This cheap master is really ruthless and ferocious. He is like a Hongquan descendant at the level of Chao Teng from the Shaolin Hongquan Martial Arts School. Even if he beats two or three Japanese samurai at one go, he will still be out of breath and exhausted. But he is not red in the face and out of breath. Panting, the tunic has a few more wrinkles.
"asshole."
The Japanese second lieutenant who was about to get the rice bag stepped forward with his saber in hand. The Japanese samurai in the audience also stood up. They could not understand Chinese, but they recognized Lin Yue's gestures.
When did the Chinese dare to despise them like this?
Bang!
The Japanese second lieutenant stepped onto the stage with his front foot, and a gunshot was heard from his back foot.
The people outside were frightened, glanced at Sato on the second floor, and hurriedly looked at where Lin Yue was standing.
No one is here.
Li Zhao got close and saw a bullet hole on the ground.
At about the same time, I suddenly heard the screams of the Japanese second lieutenant, and then a cold light passed over the martial arts field.
call out!
Duo!
Li Zhao looked towards the place where the sound came from. The second lieutenant's saber penetrated the wall of the fence several centimeters, and in front of the saber was Sato's pale face.
The fourteen Southern Styles that are still smoking, the hilt of the knife that is shaking...
There is a special sense of coordination in the picture. Sato's shot was actually avoided, and if the saber was tilted half a centimeter to the right, the captain would probably have a hole in his neck.
No one saw clearly what Lin Yue did. Anyway, he dodged and gave Sato a death warning.
If this was not the Japanese headquarters and there were many Foshan people here, would Sato die? Maybe, should, almost.
The soldier guarding Boxer at the door raised his Type 38 rifle, but Lin Yue grabbed the Japanese second lieutenant's neck and turned it, using him as a human shield to face the Japanese soldier's gun.
Want to shoot and attack? Is it possible? Even when he was fighting hand-to-hand with a Japanese samurai, he didn't relax and kept paying attention to Sato's behavior. If the time hadn't come, he would have killed the most vicious guy in the movie.
"What are you going to do?"
"mean!"
"Can't you afford to lose?"
The iron fence was rattled by the excited boxer's door. The guns in the hands of the Japanese soldiers were pointing back and forward, as if they didn't know who to guard against.
At this time, a crisp sound was heard from the second floor. Miura knocked Sato off his feet with a big mouth and took away the Fourteen Southern Styles.
"This is a martial arts arena. If I see you using a gun next time..."
He didn't say the next words, but he knew that Sato could understand. Although he looked down on the Chinese people and believed that they were an inferior nation and should be ruled and educated by the Yamato nation, the Bushido was sacred and could not be profaned, and the martial arts arena was for martial arts competitions. This place, if you shoot your opponent here, it will be disrespectful to the emperor.
"Yes, Lord Osaka, I will never do this again." Sato covered his beaten face and said respectfully.
Miura took a look at the situation downstairs, shouted "put down your guns, everyone", and walked quickly to the stairs to the martial arts arena on the first floor.
"Let him go."
Lin Yue thought for a moment, pushed the Japanese second lieutenant aside, and stared at Miura coldly.
"Don't you still want to fight? I will be your opponent. If you win, you can take away all the rice in that room." Miura tilted his head and motioned to Li Zhao to translate this sentence to Lin Yue.
