In August, summer is hot.

In the martial arts arena of the Forbidden City, as time passed, the temperature also rose little by little, and gradually reached a level that was enough to make people scorch.

In the middle of the martial arts arena, Zhang Kun closed his eyes and recuperated alone, but he didn't seem to be aware of the high temperature that was enough to make people sweat, just stood quietly and waited slowly.

And with a sound of footsteps from far to near, I saw three figures suddenly walk into the semicircular arch of the martial arts arena.

As the three of them officially stepped into the martial arts arena, Zhang Kun, who had been closed in the middle of the ring, suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze was facing the door.

At that moment, his gaze completely collided with the gaze of the person who walked in.

At that moment, the guards who were leading the way for Miyamoto and the others only felt an invisible wind suddenly blowing across his face, his hair danced, and even his cheeks had a faint tingling sensation.

The strange wind came and went as fast as it came, and disappeared before the guards could come to their senses.

And Yamamoto, who was standing on the other side, at that moment, was covered in cold hairs, and his whole body seemed to be in a 10,000-year-old ice cave, and he instantly stiffened. An indescribable horror pervades Yamamoto's body.

Yamamoto trembled slightly, looking at the young figure in the ring in horror.

How, how could he, he actually felt a strong threat of death on the young figure in the ring.

It seemed that at that moment, as long as the figure in the ring moved his fingers slightly, he could easily take his life.

Yamamoto was frightened, if it weren't for Miyamoto Tian Chong standing beside him, otherwise at that moment, Yamamoto would definitely turn around and run, not caring about anything, running as far as he could.

Monsters, definitely monsters. Yamamoto's mind was in chaos.

Only Miyamoto Tian Chong, who was in the middle of the two, smiled at the moment when Zhang Kun's eyes came, as if he was very happy.

He immediately left the two people beside him, strode forward, and soon came to the ring, he looked at Zhang Kun with a friendly smile on his face: "China's youngest martial arts master, Mr. Zhang, meet again"

Facing Miyamoto Tianchong's greeting, Zhang Kun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he snorted coldly, but he didn't bother to say a word.

Enthusiastically received a cold reception from Zhang Kun, but Miyamoto Tian Chong did not have the slightest surprise, but turned his head to look at the martial arts people sitting on the rows of wooden chairs on the opposite side of the ring.

Miyahonda looked at them one by one, and the smile on his face was even worse: "I didn't expect that there are still a lot of old friends here, and there is a traffic jam on the road, so you have to wait for a long time." However, it is a great honor for Miyamoto to meet you again in my lifetime."

The five people in the front row of the wooden chair all looked indifferent, not coldly handling Miyamoto's greeting, but also did not respond in the slightest. Even Old Man Lu didn't even raise his head, he hung his head on crutches and looked down at the stone bricks on the ground.

And after the first row, some middle-aged martial artists, some snorted coldly, some glared, some flushed, and of course, some were indifferent.

Greeted twice, but did not get any response, but Miyamoto Tian Chong did not have the slightest embarrassment, but chuckled twice, and then turned his head to look around curiously, looking at the Forbidden City, the most mysterious in ancient China.

And just as he was looking around, there was a staff member carrying a wooden chair behind him, Miyamoto Oki sat down easily without seeing it, and Yamamoto, who was quickly catching up, hurriedly stood behind him.

When Miyamoto sat down, Cui Bin, who was on the other side of the ring, raised his hand and looked at his watch, then stood up silently, crossed the red rope straight to the middle of the ring, and he arched his hand towards Miyamoto.

"Mr. Miyamoto, in the lower Cui Binduan, added as the vice president of the Yanjing Martial Arts Association, this ring competition will be refereed by me in the center, I don't know if Mr. Miyamoto agrees, or if there are other better suggestions"

Hearing Cui Binduan's words, Miyahonda Chong stood up unhurriedly, and also learned Cui Binduan to arch his hand and chuckled: "There is a Dachengquan Grandmaster Mr. Cui presiding, so I naturally have no opinion."

Cui Bin nodded expressionlessly: "Okay, since Mr. Miyamoto has no opinion, then please come to the stage from both sides of the competition."

The two sides of the competition are naturally Zhang Kun and Miyahonda Chong, and Zhang Kun has already stood in the ring, and now he is naturally only waiting for Miyahonda Chong.

Miyahonda nodded with a chuckle, and then saw Yamamoto behind him quickly put down the bag in his hand, and then took out a long crossbar from it and held it horizontally in front of the palace itself.

The crossbar is folded, and it is more than a meter long after opening, and then Yamamoto pressed it on the crossbar, and suddenly, a dark cloth surface fell down violently, and then completely covered Miyamoto's figure.

Two minutes later, Yamamoto respectfully retracted the crossbar, and Miyamoto Oki, who reappeared, had changed into an all-white karate suit, barefoot, and a black ribbon tied around his waist.

After the change of clothes, Miyamoto Tian rushed to the cross-border red rope and slowly walked to the opposite side of Zhang Kun.

Cui Bin glanced at Zhang Kun and Gong Honda left and right, and then said in a deep voice: "Martial arts competition in the ring, fists and feet have no eyes, life and death have their own destiny, if there is a mistake, they will not pursue each other." Please live and die."

As Cui Binduan's last four words landed, a young man ran quickly, holding a black tray with a pen and a printed "life and death form"

Holding the tray to the center, Zhang Kun glanced at it, and then picked up the pen without hesitation and signed his name on the life and death certificate.

At that moment, Old Man Lu's hand on crutches under the ring moved involuntarily, and his calm face began to be cloudy, but in the end, Old Man Lu still sat there quietly.

Zhang Kun, remember what you promised me.

And Miyamoto Tian Chong showed a light smile on his face after Zhang Kun signed, and when the tray came to him, he didn't look at it, and directly signed his name on it: 宮ホンダ衝.

After Cui Binduan confirmed the signatures of the two, he took the life and death situation into his arms, and then looked at the two: "Okay, Licheng, now I announce the rules of the competition, but there are no rules." ”

As soon as Cui Bin's voice fell, Miyamoto was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "There are no rules, I like it."

Zhang Kun also nodded expressionlessly.

"Okay, if you have no objections, then I declare, now the competition begins" After speaking, Cui Bin's body flashed, and he jumped out of the ring almost instantly.

In the ring, only Zhang Kun and Miyamoto Tian Chong were standing.

The ring was silent, and the atmosphere was a little solemn, and at this moment, Miyamoto suddenly let out a chuckle: "Mr. Zhang, do you remember Otsuka Yoshikawa half a year ago?"

Zhang Kun's face remained unchanged, but he looked at Miyamoto with a cold face and said the first sentence: "Miyamoto, do you remember Liang Xing four years ago?"

As soon as the two spoke, the atmosphere suddenly became violent.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out

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