Yosuke Takami stared for a moment, pulled out his fist and went straight to Ling Anqi's face, but due to his lack of height, his fist hit Ling Anqi's round and bulging chest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Look for death!" the silly girl snorted, her hands on her chest.

He temporarily turned his fist into a palm, caught Ling Anqi's hand and forearm, and then twisted the opponent's elbow joint.

I have to say that Yosuke Takami has quite the experience of facing the enemy, no matter how good anyone's ability to resist blows is, the joints are places that cannot be practiced. Even if you are an American boxing champion, once you are locked in the joints, no amount of strength will be able to carry out.

Yosuke Takami hit the hand and immediately launched it, and the thumb and four fingers were used at the same time to make a clever twist.

Ling Anqi was in a hurry, and wanted to raise her hand to push sideways to separate Yosuke Takami, but it was too late, and with two clicks, a sharp pain in the elbow joint came, and Yosuke Takami was relieved.

While Yosuke Takami was exerting force on his hand, his left foot twisted Ling Anqi's knee in the opposite direction.

Ling Anqi couldn't support it anymore and fell down.

This is the abyss-like chasm between ordinary people and the top masters in the industry, Ling Anqi can easily clean up more than a dozen gangsters head-on, but Yosuke Takami is not in vain to be known as the first person in Japanese martial arts, whether it is strength, speed, skill and adaptability, he stands at the pinnacle of Japan, and it is not the same.

"Okay!" Liu Peilong blurted out.

Liu Xiaoxuan's face was pale, and she glared at her nephew, who was so elated that he didn't see his aunt's eyes at all.

Yosuke Takami pounced on Ling Anqi, his feet clamping her neck and twisting her wrists with both hands.

This is the famous joint cross lock in Japanese judo, and Yosuke Takami has practiced it perfectly, and can lock his opponent to the ground and immobilize until he suffocates to death.

It's not as eye-catching as the stormy attacks of a boxing match, but it's a winning move.

Ling Anqi's elbow joints were removed, and she couldn't use her strength for a while, so she had to twist her shoulders with her waist to prop them up, trying to break off the lock of the armbar.

In a hurry, she turned on her waist sideways, and one of the ways to break the armbar was to break the armbar, and with her huge body, she actually turned out of the control range of Yosuke Takami's feet.

"Yaga!"

Yosuke Takami roared angrily, quickly adjusted his body position, jumped up at a speed that was one position faster, and when Ling Anqi was just halfway up to get up, he rushed straight over with a knee and smashed the bridge of Ling Anqi's nose.

The crisp sound of "click" and the huge range of action made the visual impact full, and several rich women couldn't help but shrink their necks when they saw this scene, as if their noses were smashed on their faces.

Yosuke Takami didn't look at the result at all, hugged the back of Ling Anqi's head with both hands, pressed down his knee and lifted it again, and continuously hit Ling Anqi's face.

"Click, click, click!"

Each sound seemed to be a fracture.

Look at the strength of the knee hit, it is a steel plate, and it will also hit him into a dent, not to mention the very fragile nose bridge?

The rich woman who took off her shirt became more and more proud, and screamed, "Yosuke! Yosuke! I gave you a million!

In an instant, Song Baojun's body trembled slightly, and his violent personality was raised to the peak, as long as the most dangerous situation occurred, he would rush to the stage desperately to stop it.

Song Baojun regretted it, he shouldn't have let the stupid girl come to the stage to fight because of the battle of will, once something happened to the stupid girl, he couldn't forgive himself for the rest of his life.

When Yan Yu provoked him, he should have been a turtle with a shrunken head.

Maybe it's better to ask your cousin for help, but I want to be strong!

Yosuke Takami let go of Ling Anqi, who staggered, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Oh my God!" Mu Qiuguang covered his mouth in disbelief and muttered, "What should I do?"

Yosuke Takami put up the ten fingers of his hands into a chicken heart shape, and struck Ling Anqi in the abdomen dozens of times in an instant, making a clattering sound, as fast as a machine gun.

The crowd was dazzled and amazed.

It's too strong, it's really too strong!

In order to facilitate the audience's enjoyment, the organizer played the intuitive data of the two players in real time on the large screen above the ring. At this time, what was displayed on the big screen was Yosuke Takami's punching speed: a total of 95 punches in five seconds, an average of 19 punches per second! The average strength of each punch was between 120 jin and 200 jin.

Then the strength of his musculature is close to that of the top human group.

To put it another way, a bull in the prime of life weighing 600 kilograms cannot survive more than five seconds under Yosuke Takami.

Ling Anqi immediately fell headlong, a big hole was torn in the clothes on her stomach, and beautiful flesh loomed.

Yosuke Takami raised his head high in front of the audience, his hands raised, like an archangel bathed in holy light, a gesture of victory, and he was greeted by a flood of applause and shouts.

The stripping rich woman jumped and jumped on the table, and the poor little wooden table finally couldn't bear the weight and collapsed, and the rich woman rolled down screaming, and the two staff members hurried over to inspect it.

Yosuke Takami walked around the ring, waving to the audience who supported him.

In less than a minute, he controlled almost all the process of the match, completely suppressed his opponent and was powerless, brilliantly illustrating that the title of "Japan's No. 1 Martial Artist" is not for nothing.

"Hmm......" Ling Anqi rubbed her groggy head and got up from the ground with difficulty.

Yosuke Takami was stunned for a moment: "Can you still move?"

Many rich women fans also stopped cheering - it seems that something is wrong, it is better not to set up a flag too early.

Yosuke Takami turned around quickly, and slapped Ling Anqi's leg with the instep of his outer foot, and the force was so strong that Ling Anqi immediately fell to his knees on one knee.

It seems to be extremely ordinary on the outside, but in fact, this kick contains years of hard work by Yosuke Takami, who deliberately studied the essence of Muay Thai, even a thick stump can be swept off the spot, not to mention the flesh and blood of a human body?

Yosuke Takami slammed another punch on Ling Anqi's temple.

He was as fast as lightning, never leaving his opponent room to react, punch after punch, punch after punch, one leg followed closely by the other, and the leg leapt past the meteor.

Repeated attacks, without giving the opponent on the field and the audience off the field a chance to breathe, is like a movie with strong suspense, every second is full of excitement, and there is no room for any urine spots.

Yan Yu took the opportunity to show off his profound knowledge and said with a smile: "Pei Long, do you know how Mr. Gao Jian's nickname of 'Five-Winged Heavenly Demon King' came from?"

"Uh......" Liu Peilong thought for a while and said, "Is it to pay tribute to Oda Nobunaga?"

Oda Nobunaga is known as the Sixth Heavenly Demon King by the Japanese, which seems to have a little bit of meaning.

Yan Yu said with a smile: "It means that Mr. Takami's invincibility is like the Heavenly Demon King, and his head, hands, and feet are all wings, which are five powerful weapons." Mr. Takami is a master of judo, karate, kendo, taekwondo, Jeet Kune Do, Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, American boxing, and military fighting, and every muscle in his body is a weapon. ”

And that means. Liu Peilong said happily.

As soon as the words fell, Yosuke Takami hit Ling Anqi's forehead with a headbutt, smashing the stupid girl into the eyes.

After several heavy blows, Ling Anqi was already in pain. She originally came forward to protect Mr. Song with enthusiasm, just thinking that she was strong and strong, and it was no big deal. But it's too simple to think about, and the characters who stand at the pinnacle of the martial arts world are not something they can compete with.

Yosuke Takami's speed is comparable to that of a cheetah, his strength is as great as that of a rhinoceros, his reaction is faster than that of an ape, and his calculation is as accurate as a supercomputer. She Ling Anqi couldn't even see the other party's movements clearly, so how could she fight back?

When Yosuke Takami's fist came, she could only feel a cold wind blowing in her face, and her eyes were sparkling, and her face was beaten.

When she raised her arm to block her chest, Yosuke Takami's hand had already run to her stomach. And at this time, Ling Anqi's elbows were in a dislocated state, and she had no power to fight back.

Ling Anqi held his head and endured it bitterly, and caught a glimpse of Mr. Song, who was more than ten meters ahead, looking at him with concern.

Mr. Song's brows are tightly locked, his teeth are clenched, and his cheek muscles are raised high, and the meaning in his eyes is very complicated.

I can't even protect my husband!

A strong emotion surged into Ling Anqi's heart, incompetent, helpless, and powerless.

In case I am knocked out by Yosuke Takami, then Mr. will be a fish on the chopping board for others to slaughter!

He's going to be beaten to death by those bad guys!

What a wonderful man you are!

Thinking of this, Ling Anqi only had infinite sadness, misery and uneasiness in her heart.

Countless bayonets stabbed her heart in the darkness, slicing into pieces. It was as if there were a dozen beasts with teeth and claws, chewing on her heart, and she hated to cry out at once.

In the haze, she seemed to see Mr. Song being grabbed by Yan Yu and thrown on the ground, kicking and beating, blood spurting out one by one, Mr. desperately begged for mercy, but those wicked people didn't listen, it seemed that someone still raised a knife and slashed at Mr.

"What am I doing?" a feeling of self-reproach suddenly took over the aching heart.

What is this place?

I have the responsibility of protecting Mr. Shoulder, and I have no right to shed tears here, let alone grieve.

But they are so vicious......

Why am I so incompetent! I can't even protect my beloved husband!

At first, Ling Anqi just held her head to endure Yosuke Takami's boxing beating, and in the hoarse shouts of all the audience, she didn't feel any pain at all due to excessive excitement.

She is like a flat boat in the vast ocean, carrying and floating in the huge waves. She was like a blind man in the dark, groping and groping, always falling in the same place.

Her mind was a jumbled mess, and her mind was filled with pain and remorse.

Gradually, her ears began to ring, and they became a rumbling piece.

Because of the pain of one's own incompetence, this pain slowly turned into anger.