"So handsome!"
Zhao Xiaodao felt his mind swaying and looked at the actions of everyone around him, so he also took out his mobile phone and turned on the video recording mode.
In addition, as Lu Zheng appeared on the scene, the photographers on both sides also concentrated on turning on their cameras and started working.
Only Lin Wan, holding a bright silver dragon gun weighing 28 kilograms in one hand, looked at Lu Zheng's pretentiousness with a funny face and was quite envious.
Lu Zheng came to the center of the arena, stood still with his feet unsteady, and did not speak. He just had eyes like torches, carefully controlling the power of his eyes and looking towards the opposite side.
"Shangquan-kun..."
Shang Quanming waved his hand, opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and stood up suddenly.
Looking up at Lu Zheng, Shang Quanming curled his lips and nodded deeply. Then he held the katana in his left hand and walked rhythmically towards the center of the ring step by step.
Compared to Lu Zheng's fish-scale chain mail, Shang Quanming wore traditional Japanese armor. His bamboo camouflage was replaced by iron armor. There was a crescent moon on his helmet, but he did not wear a mask on his face.
He came to the center of the arena and stood about five meters away from Lu Zheng.
Shang Quanming is a little taller than Lu Zheng. With Zhang Tiexia's might just now, coupled with his majestic appearance and serious expression, his aura is not inferior to Lu Zheng at all.
"Kamiizumi-kun!"
"New Yinliu!"
There was a burst of cheering and chanting from the Japanese side.
"Xinyinliu Shangquanming, please give me some advice." Shangquanming actually spoke in Chinese.
"Yeah." Lu Zheng nodded, without repeating the "please advise" scene.
Shang Quanming's eyes narrowed, then he grinned and said in his somewhat awkward Chinese accent, "Are all Chinese traditions so impolite?"
Lu Zheng said calmly, "You and I are not friends either. Is it polite to feed it to the dog?"
"The boss is domineering!"
"Brother Lu is mighty!"
"Hmph!" Shang Quanming snorted coldly, with a sharp look in his eyes, "I want to see if you still have the guts to say this later!"
"choke!"
Drawing out his samurai sword, Shangquan Ming stood in a lunge with his legs, holding the sword in both hands, pointing directly at Lu Zheng.
But Lu Zheng still stood still, his left hand hanging down naturally, and his right hand holding the handle of the Huanshou Dao hanging on his waist with his backhand, making no defensive movements at all.
…
"Brother Lu is a little too confident, the opponent is quite powerful."
"Boss, be careful, the Japanese are very cunning!"
On the Hua side, some people who didn't know Lu Zheng's specific strength were still a little worried. Someone quietly asked Zhang Tiexia, "Brother Zhang, do you think Brother Lu is a bit too much?"
Zhang Tiexia glanced at him sideways, curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Give him two hands, Mr. Lu... I can kick him to death!"
What the heck, you have already developed a sense of energy that you can control freely. Sun Lutang is no more than this, isn't he just going to beat a little Japanese with a fist in his hand?
"Huh? So strong?"
Even Zhao Wenyu and Du Lin, who had seen Lu Zheng's strength, were a little worried, but after hearing Zhang Tiexia's comments from an insider, they were relieved.
…
On the other side, in the ring.
"If you look down on me, you are seeking death!"
Seeing that Lu Zheng was not putting up a defensive stance, Shangquan Ming laughed ferociously and pushed hard on the heel of his right foot. His legs actually jumped three meters without crossing each other. He thrust forward like a drill and stabbed Lu Zheng's chest with the samurai sword in his hand.
Shang Quanming exerted his strength from the spot, and it took less than a second to reach the tip of the knife three inches from Lu Zheng's chest.
"Ding!"
With a soft sound, Lu Zheng appeared behind Shang Quanming on the left side, and the long knife in his hand slowly retracted from the sleeve of his left shoulder.
Everyone could clearly see that Lu Zheng won a move.
"One point." Lu Zheng said calmly.
"What the hell? What's going on? I feel like my eyes are blurry, and that's it?"
"I didn't see clearly either..."
"What's going on? So fast?"
Of course, there are people who can see clearly. Although they can't see the specific details, they can still see the general movements clearly.
"Brother Lu just drew his sword with his backhand, swung away Xiaoniguo's samurai sword, passed by the opponent's side, and then turned around and slashed."
"The movements were very fast, as if they had been rehearsed in advance."
"Big old bull!"
"Brother Lu is mighty!"
After one move, Shang Quanming finally understood Lu Zheng's strength. He looked solemn and stepped back to protect himself with a knife. His legs formed an I-shape and his feet did not leave the ground, but moved slowly.
Lu Zheng shook his head, "It's useless."
After the words fell, Lu Zheng stepped forward with his sword.
Kamiquan Ming stepped back to block, but Lu Zheng's long sword slipped, the back of the knife was wrapped around, and the katana was simply left outside, and then the tip of the sword reached Kamiquan Ming's wrist.
Shangquan Ming's eyes suddenly shrank, and he hurriedly pulled back his hand to pull the knife, but the opponent took advantage of the situation, and the blade directly passed through his chest.
"Two points." Lu Zheng said calmly.
Shang Quanming's eyes suddenly became sharp and his eyes were about to burst, "Baga!"
The body swayed from side to side, the direction of the katana's tip changed, and it changed back and forth.
…
"Three points."
Shang Quanming, "..."
"Four points, five points, six points...twelve points, thirteen points, fourteen points..."
In just over three minutes, Lu Zheng was as if he was walking a dog. He was calm and swaying as he wished, and he rewarded the opponent with a score of twenty-two to zero.
As for Shang Quanming, he also experienced the process of going from calm to angry, from angry to calm, then from calm to angry, and from angry to numb. He no longer had the calmness and calmness he had when he first came on the field.
At this time, his mood was probably three parts numb, three parts angry, three parts ashamed and one part calm with the last effort...
Shang Quanming was in a complicated mood, and his hands holding the knife were already trembling slightly. He tried his best to stare at Lu Zheng's hand without taking his eyes off it.
"God's Coming"
…
Outside the stadium, there were loud cheers and applause on the Chinese side, while on the Japanese side, there was dead silence. Even the three photographers holding automatic cameras stopped moving.
Only a few photographers from the Chinese side were working hard, running around, looking for the best angles, and taking pictures of Lu Zheng teasing Shang Quanming.
…
"Baga! You are humiliating me!" Shang Quanming said angrily.
Lu Zheng held a knife in his back and said calmly, "Did you notice?"
"Fuck!"
"Niubi!"
"awesomeness!"
"Full of style!"
"You!" Shang Quanming couldn't help but said angrily, "I am a warrior! I have the dignity of a warrior!"
Lu Zheng nodded, looked back at Zhang Tiexia, then looked at Shang Quanming, "Okay, I'll give you this dignity."
Shangquan Mingtong's eyes shrank, and a bad premonition suddenly came over his heart. He couldn't help but said hurriedly, "Wait! Wait a minute!"
Lu Zheng stepped forward and slashed with his sword, like a tiger, wild and fierce, and suddenly his fighting style changed.
Shang Quanming blocked it with his sword. He didn't expect Lu Zheng's sword to be heavy and fast, but the first blow made him change his expression.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
He only blocked three swords, but his arms felt sore and weak. The fourth sword was knocked away by the katana, and Lu Zheng slashed him in the chest.
"winter!"
Shang Quanming was cut into a rolling gourd by a knife, rolled all the way out of the ring space, and hit the crowd behind.
When the Japanese helped him up, they saw blood bleeding from the corners of his mouth and injuries to his internal organs, probably more serious than Zhang Tiexia's.
He was so weak that if he didn't rely on the help of others, he wouldn't be able to stand up at all.
Lu Zheng turned his sword around, put it back into its sheath, and said calmly, "Don't even think about traveling around the world. Go home and recuperate. After three years of recuperation, you might be able to carry a sword again."
Shang Quanming's eyes widened, he couldn't help but vomited blood again, and fainted.
