Yang Lin couldn't help but think of a sentence.
'Enter the village quietly, don't let anyone shoot you. '
Presumably, those Japanese devils got inspiration from this kind of action.
Is this too cautious?
Yang Lin was a little helpless. He heard the noise from the people around him.
And the snickering of those English and French people.
Perhaps, in their view, martial arts competitions between Easterners are actually more like child's play.
Because neither of the two people on the stage was the kind of strong man with bulging muscles.
Although he is not short in stature, he has even bones and flesh, and does not look very powerful.
In particular, Yang Lin was wearing a sky-blue robe and standing there like a jade tree in the wind. He was simply a model of a good young man in troubled times.
He looks like he can fight very well.
As the boos started to rise, Yang Lin was the first to get impatient.
He is not happy to stand on the stage and act like a monkey to foreigners.
Is this how the vigorous and famous Sino-Japanese martial arts competition started?
This made him slightly embarrassed.
"Do you want to fight or not? If not, I will take action."
Yang Lin put away his fist to greet guests, stood up straight, and was about to walk forward.
Suddenly, Akutagawa Ryuichi shouted loudly, like a thunderbolt in the sky, shaking the eardrums of everyone around him.
Some people couldn't even sit still and fell off their chairs.
With the sound of drinking.
Just now he was as cautious as a wolf, but now he is as fierce as a tiger.
A half-jump impact, the right hand rushes forward, the back hand follows, and the palm is turned into a sword and slashed down.
Wherever the foot stepped, there was a crash, and the wooden base collapsed, creating a deep hole, and sawdust sputtered like flying snow.
When the palm sword was slashed down, the sound of the sword whining was endless, which added a bit of power.
"Then try your palm power."
Yang Lin's eyes turned cold.
The guy opposite made too many little moves. Sometimes he was too careful, sometimes he yelled and shouted, and he attacked when people weren't paying attention. He was really full of tricks...
This is a popular method in Japan that incorporates the art of war into boxing moves.
It's a pity it's useless.
Knife to knife.
Yang Lin's right hand hanging by his side drew an arc. He started from his feet and used his sword to cut through the wind.
From the left side, from bottom to top, draw side by side.
Boom...
The edges of their palms collided, making a cutting sound like blades.
As soon as Akutagawa Ryuu flew down, he stagnated in mid-air, with a look of pain in his eyes.
He retracted his right hand like an electric shock, and a piece of blood dripped from it.
The body rotated in mid-air, and with the help of this force, the flying legs flew back and swept towards Yang Lin's head.
It looks like he is retreating, but actually he is turning around to attack with a spin.
The legs are like giant axes, cutting and splitting. As long as it hits, even a huge stone will be turned into stone powder.
Akutagawa Ryuichi had this conviction in his heart.
All the Jingwu Sect disciples below the stage let out a low cry.
Chen Zizheng and others also looked cautiously.
Obviously, even they didn't expect that this Japanese karate master would be so flexible.
Just now, from a brazen attack to retreating in frustration... it turned into a concentrated kick in the blink of an eye.
He is simply scheming and never misses any opportunity.
As expected, he is a Meishin-ryu who is all-out offensive and all-defensive, and his desire to attack is so strong that it's scary.
On the Japanese side, a group of karate disciples gave out loud cheers.
This is the famous killing move of Mingxin Gym.
"Pounce on the head and chop with a twist."
This is also Akutagawa Ryuichi's signature technique that shocked Hokkaido, Japan.
Faced with Lin Kong's slashing attack, Yang Lin's expression was indifferent and he didn't even move his eyebrows. His figure was pulled back for no apparent reason like a spring.
Stepping forward and backward, you will travel through clouds and flowing water.
There is absolutely no intention at all.
Like a prophet who predicts the future.
Then, he saw the tips of Akutagawa Ryuichi's legs sweeping past the tip of his nose.
Amid the sharp roar, nothing was hit.
Akutagawa Ryuichi was shocked and quickly shrank his body, trying to fall to the ground and retreat.
But he felt a sharp pain coming from the inner thigh, and he flew up involuntarily, flipping over in mid-air, snap...
He fell to the ground and fell into a pit of broken wood. He twitched for several seconds. Under the strange look in the referee's eyes, he struggled to get up. His head was dizzy and his nose was bleeding.
Looking at Yang Lin, it was like seeing a ghost.
The opponent's response was so weird. Not only did he advance and retreat like lightning, he also acted like a prophet, seeing through everything about himself.
The moment he suddenly stepped back and raised his legs, his timing was extremely clever. Not only was he powerful, he was also fast, so fast that he didn't even hear the sound of breaking wind.
"You dare to challenge Master Huo with just such a low level. I don't know who gave you the courage?"
Yang Lin stood there with his hands behind his back, as if he hadn't moved.
But his face was full of disdain: "If all Japanese people are like this, I have to admit that you made me laugh."
There was a lot of praise beforehand, but it turned out to be a weak chicken. The meaning of Yang Lin's words was actually extremely cruel.
The more Akutagawa Ryuichi heard, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
This time it was not because of the beating, but because of the anger.
The description made him look even more miserable in contrast to the embarrassment he had just gotten up from.
However, no one was afraid at this time, but felt it was ridiculous.
The Jingwu Sect disciples all raised their arms high and cheered loudly.
"Master Yang is mighty."
Over at the karate gym, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and everyone's face turned pale.
Is this what a master of Akishin-ryu looks like who can compete with karate master Funakoshi Yokoyama?
For a while, they couldn't accept the reality.
Fujita's face was cold, and he glanced at Akino fiercely, making him sweat profusely.
"There is still a chance, don't rush."
He said urgently in a low voice.
Sure enough, Akutagawa Ryuichi, who had a gloomy expression on the stage, finally seemed to have made a decision, lightly touching his arms with his fingers.
Within a few breaths, his face turned pale, his whole body was sweating, and his breath was unusually strong.
He stepped lightly on the stage, and the entire arena began to shake. He made two false strikes with one hand, and you could see the thin white marks along the palm cutting through the air caused by the strong wind.
This is the phantom air wave left behind by going too fast.
Whether it's strength or speed, it's unknown how much it has increased compared to before.
"Wait a minute, I will smash all your teeth."
Akutagawa Ryuichi bared his teeth in a vicious smile and re-arranged his stance.
Although he now had confidence, he still did not dare to underestimate Yang Lin's strange attack methods before, and did not rush forward and hit him carelessly.
Yang Lin did not move, but frowned, his nose shrugged, and suddenly asked: "Did you get the injection?"
"Uh..." Akutagawa Ryuichi was stunned when he heard this.
“I can smell the medicine on you from this far away.
I heard that the Japanese are very good at biotechnology. The injection this time is a stimulant-type drug that stimulates potential and bursts in a short period of time. "
Yang Lin said calmly, moved forward step by step, and said unhurriedly: "If it is this kind of drug, you have to be careful. Under normal circumstances, although the strength speed increases, it will burn the brain afterwards. Sometimes you become a fool, but don’t blame yourself for being stupid.”
There was an uproar all around.
Everyone in Jingwu Sect yelled.
The Japanese, on the other hand, looked ugly.
The British businessmen all whispered among themselves.
They just exchanged two moves on the stage, and the rest of the time, the two of them were talking, no, they were carrying out psychological tricks.
I heard that Easterners like to attack with their mouths first, and then use their special moves to kill the enemy.
The only thing I didn't expect was that the Chinese young man was a bit too talkative.
How on earth did he discover Akutagawa Ryuichi's injection behavior?
Without his reminder, no one present noticed it.
Marilyn looked unhappy in the audience and muttered from the side, "It's not fair. Can you still get injections and medicine during a competition? It goes against the spirit of a fair and just competition.
Grande shook his head and said with a smile: "NO, NO, there is no agreement between them. They are not allowed to take medicines and injections. It is meaningless to accuse restrictions at this time."
The referee on the stage didn't say anything either.
Akutagawa Ryuichi finally felt relieved. He just felt like he had encountered a ghost today and everything was not going well.
He secretly used the injection and was discovered by the other party.
What kind of eyes does this person have?
A slight fear rose in his heart.
I don’t dare to delay any more now.
"Stop talking nonsense and die."
This time, there was no fishing behavior as before. Instead, he ran and fought like a violent bear, with thick waves of blood evaporating from his body.
A straight kick, then a high kick, then a spin kick.
Immediately afterwards, his palms staggered and chopped down, as if Yang Lin was about to be divided into corpses.
The momentum is so crazy.
Both speed and strength are frightening.
"Pengpengpengpeng..."
A series of attacks hit Yang Lin like huge waves.
Amidst the screams of everyone around him, everyone discovered that Yang Lin didn't move at all.
Just standing there, slightly bending and stretching his arms, he blocked Akutagawa Ryuichi's crazy attack.
It seemed to go against the common sense of mechanics. The violent fists and kicks that seemed to be able to break trees and rocks seemed to be driven into the quagmire. They were empty and could not fall into place.
"Didn't I say that he is best at Plum Blossom Sword and Mizong Fist? He always strikes quickly and strikes first... What kind of method is this?"
The foreigners present were all dumbfounded.
I saw that Akutagawa Ryuichi was out of breath from the fight, and his sweat-soaked shirt could not even damage his opponent's hair.
They couldn't help it anymore and screamed "why, why".
Huo Yuanjia, Chen Zizheng, and Zhang Yuquan from the Jingwu Sect stood up abruptly, their eyes gleaming.
"Being in a state of perfection...the energy is turning as expected. This is the realm of the Huajin Grandmaster, and he is actually a master."
"What?"
Fujita's expression suddenly changed.
He has studied China for so long, and of course he understands what the Chinese people call a master.
It is a strange fighting method that can deflect all attacks.
Moreover, it is said that those who have reached this stage can achieve the goal of "not being able to add a single feather, and not being able to land a fly", and can self-sensingly identify the opponent's strength, divide it, disintegrate it, take advantage of it, and rebound...
If a boxer who has reached this level does not have too little actual combat experience, it is basically difficult to be defeated by a boxer of a lower level.
He couldn't even hurt them at all.
Although Akutagawa Ryuichi's strength and speed have been greatly increased with the help of medicine.
However, it is obviously not enough to break the opponent's grandmaster defense circle.
Just like a child scratching an itch, it is embarrassing there.
"We can't fight any longer."
If we fight again, the face of the Japanese Empire will be lost all over the world.
Fujita glared hard and winked.
He wanted to see if this grandmaster could stop a machine gun bullet?
Is his flesh and blood body also like steel?
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