Murder is a very strange emotion.
In other words, it is a very strange energy.
To others, this thing is invisible and intangible.
For Yang Lin, it is not.
His body and eye skills seem to be able to see this unique and pure emotion, and he can sense the level of threats and provide solutions.
He felt the huge emotion contained in Fujita Go's eyes at this moment, and felt a chill in his heart.
You know, the other party is preparing to launch.
'Akutagawa Ryuichi's performance was so incompetent that the Japanese military finally couldn't bear it anymore? '
When he thought of this, he stopped playing tricks on Akutagawa Ryuichi and casually pulled away the wheel whirlwind leg that the other party had knocked down on his head.
Suddenly the figure moved.
When standing still, the poplar forest stands like a mountain, no matter what kind of wind and rain blows, it will not be damaged at all.
This movement, where the body swayed, was obviously not very strong and tall, but it gave people a strange and beautiful feeling of huge waves rolling into the sky.
boom……
Yang Lin didn't punch, he just side-shouldered and bumped...
Just as Akutagawa Ryuichi's body was about to fall into the air, he rushed forward and crashed into his arms.
A series of loud bangs made people panic.
The Japanese Karate Doaki Shin-ryu master only had time to half retract his hands to defend himself before he was hit with broken arm bones and a dented sternum.
Blood spurted out of his mouth.
The body also flew upside down uncontrollably more than three feet.
Yang Lin used the Mizong Fist to break through and transform into energy. He swallowed the great energy in his chest, and when it started to circulate, his whole body was like a fire.
Suddenly, the explosive power and attack speed can be doubled on the previous basis.
He originally practiced Iron Wire Fist, Plum Blossom Fist, and Mizong Fist. Although there were many repetitions, his strength foundation was much stronger than that of ordinary martial arts masters.
Since the foundation is so thick, if it explodes several times, even if Akutagawa Ryuichi repeatedly stimulates his potential and exhausts his physical strength, it will not be half as fast as his strength.
If Yang Lin had such a strong outburst in the past, and then had a head-on confrontation, he would probably have injured others as well as himself.
After all, he had never trained his body to strengthen his body, nor had he practiced kung fu. The counter-shock force was enough for him to drink a pot.
However, after breaking through the energy and reaching the master, this point was greatly alleviated.
Not only does he recharge his physical strength for an extremely long time, but he can also dissipate and rebound most of the counter-shock force.
This shoulder collided with Akutagawa Ryuichi's body. The force was as fierce as thunder and the murderous intent was so fierce that the referees in the stands couldn't help but feel cold and fearful in their hearts, and they quickly took a few steps back.
By the time he realized something was wrong and wanted to stop Yang Lin's pursuit, it was already too late.
…
As if he had been hit by a garbage truck, Akutagawa Ryuichi's body was broken and his body had not yet hit the ground.
Yang Lin had already flashed, following him like a shadow. He reached forward to grab his neck with one hand, and lifted him up with one hand.
"No."
"stop……"
"idiot!"
The situation changed so quickly that everyone's eyes were blurred. The competition on the stage had taken a turn for the worse. Just a moment ago, it was a very enjoyable fight. In the blink of an eye, it turned into an ultimate crushing match.
Where are the top boxers from China and Japan competing?
It's like a big boxer, shamelessly bullying the gangsters on the street, beating them however they want.
I just ignored you while watching you jumping around, but when I got serious, I just slapped you to death.
The boxers and disciples of Jingwu Sect felt a breath of cold air running straight through their hearts, as if they had drank a large bowl of cold sour plum soup in the middle of summer, feeling the sensation from their hair to the soles of their feet.
I couldn't help but let out a loud sound.
As for the Japanese, Fujita's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
The gym disciples and military soldiers who followed behind them all had red eyes and started shouting wildly.
It actually doesn't matter if they lose in the martial arts competition. It's not like they have never been defeated before.
Afterwards, I would try to modify the report to say that the battle lasted for 300 rounds, the chess was just one step away, and I finally lost.
If you promise to go back and train hard, you will definitely avenge your previous shame.
Then, I felt confident again.
This approach has always been Japan's strength.
They like to create some inspirational stories that inspire everyone's heart.
Turn disadvantage into advantage.
but.
He was beaten to death during a competition in the ring.
No, this is strangling a chicken to death, which is intolerable.
This makes reporters at home and abroad, no matter how unprincipled, dare not add flattering words.
Really, it was such a useless and frustrating death.
If you continue to flatter Akutagawa Ryuichi and brag too much, you will push the IQ of all people to the ground and frantically rub him.
…
In the square formation of Jingwu Sect, among dozens of disciples who were red-faced and cheering crazily, a man in gray clothes held a pistol that had been extended out of his sleeve blankly, standing there, either firing or not firing.
"In this case, do you still need to fire a black gun? Should you aim at Yang Lin or Akutagawa Ryuichi?"
Logically speaking, of course, if you aim at Akutagawa Ryuichi and fire one shot, it is best to kill him directly.
No matter how bad it is, it will be better to get injured.
In this way, the blame can be firmly placed on Jingwu Sect and Yang Lin.
Regardless of whether Yang Lin wins or loses, yellow mud gets into his crotch, it's either shit or shit.
However, before, Akutagawa Ryuichi advanced and retreated like lightning, attacking violently...
Although he didn't succeed, his momentum was like a rainbow, and it was difficult to aim when he was moving around. There was no sign of failure, so he still had to shoot.
Even if you shoot, you may not be able to hit.
When it came time to shoot, he felt that it was not a question of whether it was necessary to shoot, but that he couldn't shoot at all.
A man who had been beaten to the point of having all his bones broken was even held up in someone's hand. Is there any need to attack him with a gun?
Just as he was hesitating, he felt a cold feeling in his waist and was pressed against by a hard object, "Put down the gun in your hand."
He turned his head stiffly and saw a pair of cold eyes under the peaked cap.
"Wang Xiaoqiao..."
…
Yang Lin did not turn around to pay attention to the situation of Jingwu Sect.
He believed that Wang Xiaoqiao would eliminate all hidden dangers.
This king of assassins, who has long been famous, has his own personal philosophy, let alone his character.
His ability is unquestionable.
If given an adjective, Yang Lin would rather call him the most poisonous snake in the darkness.
Tolerant, ferocious, but still have faith and persistence in his heart, unyielding despite every setback, and unyielding until death.
Such a person really spends his time keeping an eye on possible traitors and traitors in the Jingwu Sect. Just think about it and you will know how uncomfortable it will be for those spies.
The spy's gun was not aimed at him, and he could not feel anything wrong. After all, the body eye technique was not a real eye, and it could not see through everyone's changes in demeanor and hidden movements for no reason.
However, there were two guns that he saw through those heavy wooden boxes.
The place where the Japanese stood was more than one meter higher than other places, and where they stepped was a huge wooden platform.
Others don't seem to doubt it, they just think that the Japanese want to see higher and see more clearly.
In Yang Lin's mind, it was obviously not the case.
When Fujita took a quick look, he felt that all the hair on his body stood on end like an electric shock, and he felt a chill in his vest.
From where the Japanese stood, from the two holes at the front, a murderous intent that could not be ignored rushed straight to the forehead.
That is something that poses an absolute life threat to him.
Even, this kind of threat is stronger than facing thousands of troops in the illusion, facing the rain of arrows like locusts.
"It's either a cannon, a sniper rifle, or a machine gun."
“As for the cannon, it’s impossible to move it, it’s too bulky and conspicuous.
Sniper rifles, I have a history of dodging them, and the Japanese will not be so stupid to use the same trick again.
Then, there are only light machine guns. "
Thinking of the bullets washing the ground like a torrential rain, Yang Lin felt a chill in his heart and immediately exploded.
With lightning speed, he powerfully crushed Akutagawa Ryuichi.
And, in the most humiliating way, with a click, the throat bone of the great Japanese karate boxer who was still struggling with his hands and kicks was crushed.
Crushed his cervical vertebrae.
