"drink!"
A loud roar.
Miura kicked him.
Lin Yue dodged once, twice, and three times, and hit his opponent's leg with a split palm strike.
Miura's mouth twitched and he punched with both hands.
He switched to using both arms, added strength with his elbows, and forced his way forward.
Snapped.
Snapped.
Snapped.
The two of them exchanged several moves.
At the end of the second round, Miura took two steps back, gritted his teeth and moved his hands and fingers, as if he was in pain.
Lin Yue lowered his back, bowed his horse, and said "Come again."
"drink!"
Miura roared again and struck with his elbows continuously.
Fist shadows criss-crossed in front of his eyes, and the laces of his training uniform flew up and down. Without squinting, Lin Yue moved left and right, raised his shoulders and elbows, suddenly cut the midline, and hit Miura's chin with a closed-door moon push.
Kick!
Miura leaned back due to the force and quickly stomped his right foot back. Unexpectedly, Lin Yue raised his foot and hooked his left foot forward, then twisted forward and turned his left elbow.
The Japanese colonel reacted quickly, holding his hands up and blocking the elbow.
Snapped!
A strong force surged in, and the body's center of gravity was thrown into confusion, exposing the empty space under his ribs.
Lin Yue punched quickly, and then punched hard with Qinchun Jinbiao's finger.
A flash of pain flashed across Miura's face, and he wanted to pull away from the battle group to take a breath, but he didn't know that Lin Yue didn't give him a chance at all. He turned his horse and lunged, and struck with Wing Chun.
Bang bang bang bang~
Miura was unable to hide, and was hit once or twice by quick punches to break through the defense.
Lin Yue kept pushing people from the left side of the ring to the right side, and then in the last move, the monkey jumped into the air and hit Miura's arm with his knee hard.
Thump thump thump.
The Japanese colonel took several steps back until his heels were empty and he reached the edge of the ring. He quickly grabbed the iron rod next to him to steady his body.
He moved his arms, and there was a hint of shock on his face. Just now, he had two hands and ten fingers, and now his left and right arms. Not to mention the level of martial arts, from the perspective of strength alone, he was no match for Lin Yue.
"Come again."
Miura took a deep breath, jumped up with his left foot, and kicked his opponent with a flying kick.
Phew~
The sound of wind blew in my face.
Lin Yue stepped aside and avoided Miura's kick.
Sweep.
Roundhouse kick.
Two consecutive kicks.
…
Miura kicked one kick after another, each one as fast as the other.
Just when Lin Yue seized the flaw, he thrust his body, jammed Miura's right leg, and attacked the Japanese Osaka's front door with both hands, preparing to catch another heavy throw, but Miura grabbed the collar of the tunic suit and brought him down with him.
"Huh!"
He was surprised at first, then realized.
Miura saw that his boxing skills and strength could not defeat him, so he pinned his hopes on judo's sleeping skills.
There are few techniques in Chinese martial arts that involve working on the ground, so it can be considered a targeted attack.
The moment the two fell to the ground, Miura turned around, preparing to hold his shoulders and then use the strangulation technique.
Of course Lin Yue would not let him succeed. He wanted to try the wrestling technique taught to him by a Mongolian wrestler from the northern boxers he rescued last year to see the effect. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of the iron pillar in front of him, so he gave up his idea and kicked his right foot fiercely. The ground kicked.
Boom~
The whole arena shook.
The recoil carried him along, and he took Miura with him, and the two of them moved backwards several feet.
Before his opponent could react, he twisted his waist and turned over, slapped the ground with one palm, and swept out Thomas with a quick and fierce swing. He exerted force on his palm and his body rose up.
Miura didn't expect that he could use such a move at all. After a heavy kick, his whole body flew up and fell over on his back.
He was on the edge of the ring, and Thomas kicked him in the chin with two consecutive kicks. His consciousness was already blurred and he was unable to make any effective movements. Finally, he fell out of the ring on his head and feet and fell to the ground.
Boom!
The human body came into contact with the ground, causing a cloud of dust to rise.
Wow~
There was a brief moment of calm, then thunderous applause.
"good."
"good."
"Victory."
"Well done, Master Lin."
"..."
The people around the ring cheered loudly, and some people's faces were full of excitement and joy. Even if there were roadblocks in front of them and Japanese soldiers guarding them, they could not suppress the commotion in the venue.
You must know that since the Japanese army captured Guangzhou in October 1938, the Japanese have committed all kinds of crimes, burning, killing, and looting. The Chinese people have been oppressed and suffered terribly. Everyone hates it in their hearts, but they dare not speak out, or even have the courage to curse in private, because Maybe the traitor will hear about it and report it.
Today Miura challenged Lin Yue in public, and he thought he represented Japanese martial arts. Now he was kicked by Lin Yue and fell unconscious from the ring. What does this mean?
Japan lost and China won.
In fact, this is not the key. The key is that one person severely beat the Japanese commander, which destroyed the self-confidence of the domineering Japanese, brought glory to the nation, and gave Foshan people a bad breath.
Lin Yue stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his chest, walked to the edge of the ring and looked at the dizzy Miura. Didn’t he say that Chinese martial arts is a performance event? Then show him a real performance project.
Ip Man smiled and nodded in the crowd.
A Yao excitedly grabbed his father's arm and jumped up and down.
Wu Chilin waved his hands, as if he was afraid that Lin Yue wouldn't see him.
If you have what everyone wants and want, you will naturally win people's love and support.
Lin Yue cupped his fists towards the crowd and thanked them.
Just when the cheers turned into a sea, there was only a bang of a gunshot. He fell from the edge of the ring and fell to the ground not far from Miura, with blood spilling from his shoulder.
The cheers suddenly stopped, as if someone had pressed the mute button on an otherwise explosive movie scene.
"You stupid little devil, I will fight with you."
Suddenly, a loud shout was heard from the rostrum in the north. Li Zhao, who was denounced as a traitor by many people, and Sato were fighting for control of a Southern Type 14 pistol.
People who saw this scene suddenly understood.
Everyone knows that Lin Yue was shot by Sato when he went to the Japanese military headquarters for the first time. Fortunately, Yoshito Tensei did not die. It became a symbolic incident for people to criticize the Japanese for not keeping their promises. How long has it been since then? Half a month? The scene that happened at the Japanese military headquarters was repeated.
What about promising not to retaliate in the name of the emperor? What about the China-Japan friendship promised by fair competition? I really can’t afford to lose!
"I fuck your grandma's little Japan!"
"Kill them!"
"Fuck them."
"..."
Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, and then there was a wave of push. Someone jumped onto the barricade and rushed into the arena, throwing down the Japanese guard guarding the ring. When the people behind saw that the gun was gone, Driven by anger, they rushed into the field. Some people went to save Lin Yue, while others punched and kicked the Japanese soldiers to take revenge.
As a Hong Kong businessman endorsed by British Hong Kong government officials, Lin Yue had money, power and a way out, so there was no need to risk his life. Why did he do this? For the sake of national honor and the interests of Foshan people, what is the result? Such a result cannot be accepted by any Chinese with any conscience.
There was chaos below. On the northern rostrum, Sato glared at the translator who used to behave like a dog in front of him.
What's his name?
It was this guy whose name he couldn't even remember, who was pressing the pistol under his neck inch by inch.
Miura was defeated and fell out of the ring. The two guards responsible for protecting him went to check his injuries. Now there was no one around him who could help. As for calling for help? The Japanese soldiers around the ring were now unable to protect themselves, so there was no way they could help him.
The key is……
The key is that he really didn't shoot.
His Southern Type 14 was still in its holster.
The Southern Fourteenth Style in Li Zhao's hand was lowered and lowered, and the muzzle of the gun was already aimed at Sato's chin.
After all, he was someone who had learned boxing from Lin Yue for a few months, and his physical quality was naturally higher than that of a staff officer like Sato.
"I've put up with you for a long time."
At the same time as the voice fell, Li Zhao pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Sato tilted his head and died.
At this moment, a man jumped up from behind the rostrum, took out Sato's 14-style Southern Style gun from his holster, pulled Li Zhao and jumped off the rostrum into the courtyard of the martial arts hall where the seal was broken. He kicked open the front door and walked into the room.
The moment his vision was blocked by the outer wall of the building, Li Zhao saw a cold light.
He raised the knife and dropped it, and a Japanese head flew onto the ring.
Farther away, a martial arts master who had snatched a Type 38 rifle used the butt of his rifle to beat a Japanese soldier until his face was covered in blood.
The two of them left Wuguan Street through the back door of Qinglong Martial Arts School, turned left and right and came to an alley. The person in front looked around to make sure there was no one around, then opened a door on the left front and walked in with Li Zhao.
"Looking for Jinshan, where are the master and others?"
"Don't ask any more questions." Jin Shanxuan took out a set of shabby robes and gave him a set of shabby robes: "Hurry up and change your clothes and leave here. Your family is waiting for you on the boat."
While the two were talking, the courtyard door rang again, and Hu Wei and Tuoba Ye walked in with a person on their backs.
"Master, it's okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man on Hu Wei's shoulders jumped to the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and looked at Tuoba Ye, who was humiliating himself on the ground.
Li Zhao turned his head and glanced, his expression changed.
