Not only Zhuo Yun, but everyone present except for the Japanese [***] people, all of them looked like they had seen a ghost.

This is even more magical than magic, and some people even quickly rubbed their eyes, but they still couldn't change this strange scene.

Compared with others, Zhuo Yun felt the deepest, and the feeling that Saburo Muto gave him at this moment was as elusive as a ghost.

Three meters away, Muto Saburo disappeared from his sight again, and almost at the same time, a sense of crisis took advantage of Zhuo Yun's heart, and a howling wind spread over his face.

Frightened but not panicked, Zhuo Yun landed on his toes, and his body dodged to the side lightly.

"Bump!!"

Just now he was standing with an extra foot, and with a strong force, he directly knocked a hole in the sandy ground.

Quickly pulling away the distance, Zhuo Yun looked at Saburo Muto, who appeared in shape and stood where he was just now, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"Hehe, I'd like to see how long you can hide."

With a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, Saburo Muto's figure disappeared in place again.

"Damn the devil of the Japanese country, I think Lao Tzu can't deal with you, no matter what kind of ghost trick you have, I have to let you know that Huaxia is not a place where you devils can be presumptuous."

Angry in his heart, Zhuo Yun simply closed his eyes, anyway, with Muto Saburo's strange body, even if he opened his eyes, it would be useless, it would only affect his judgment.

"Hehe, it's so naïve to think that you can break my hidden killing method in this way, close your eyes, you still can't judge my location."

The sarcastic broken Chinese reached Zhuo Yun's ears, and even Muto Saburo's words seemed distant and unpredictable.

In the distance, Guo Jun clenched his fists tightly, looking at the martial arts arena with an anxious face, eager to immediately go to the basin of red paint and splash it on Muto Saburo's body, in order to find out his figure position.

Zhuo Yun, who had his eyes closed, secretly suppressed the anger in his heart, and used all his strength to exert the turtle breath technique, mobilizing all the vitality in his body.

In an instant, the entire body was filled with vitality.

The Turtle Breath Trick is born from the Turtle Breath**, after the cast, not only the body's defense and strength are greatly increased, but also the sensitivity to the surroundings is also greatly improved while converging the breath and breath.

Zhuo Yun, who performed the Turtle Breath Technique, was filled with vitality in his body, and the sensing nerves of the skin all over his body were like taking stimulants, and the flow of the surrounding air was in the feeling.

Muto Saburo, who appeared behind Zhuo Yun with the hidden killing method, exuded a cold killing intent in his eyes, just now he was ashamed to use Zhuo Yun's blood to wash away, it is best to kill Zhuo Yun, and he can also eradicate a martial arts master in Huaxia.

"Die!"

With a soft drink in his heart, Saburo Muto jumped up violently, his body twisted, and his legs shook like propellers.

"Karate mysteries, spiral flying legs!"

The sharp leg strength rolled up a violent wind, and it was heavily pumped towards Zhuo Yun's head, if he was hit, ordinary people would definitely be dead or alive.

In addition, the strongest part of this move is that even if Zhuo Yun senses that something is wrong and lowers his head and flashes, he still can't get rid of the attack of the spiral flying leg.

Under the effect of the rotational force, Saburo Muto attacks three or four times in a row, and will always be hit once, which is said to be a killer move that cannot be dodged.

In Muto Saburo's opinion, death was getting closer and closer to Zhuo Yun, and just when he thought that victory was in sight, Zhuo Yun, who had been closing his eyes, opened his eyes suddenly.

With his left foot as the axis, Zhuo Yun's figure rotated backwards at a lightning speed of one hundred and eighty degrees, and his right foot stepped heavily on the ground, and at this moment, Muto Saburo's right leg was less than ten centimeters away from Zhuo Yun's head, and the wind whistled his hair.

"Xingyi fist, collapse fist style!"

The pumping fist was like an arrow from the string, and the moment before Saburo Muto's swung right leg hit his head, lightning slammed into Saburo Muto's chest.

"Click!!"

The crisp sound of fractures was very clear in the silent arena, and Muto Saburo's suspended figure was like being hit by an oncoming car, and he flew upside down with a volley of blood, drawing a parabola in the air and falling in front of the Japanese people.

"Poof!" As soon as he fell to the ground, Saburo Muto spurted another mouthful of blood.

The Japanese [***] people behind him hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and Guo Jun and the others on the opposite side were shocked to find that Muto Saburo's chest was completely dented.

"You ......." Sticky blood gushed out of his mouth, Muto Saburo pointed at Zhuo Yun with wide eyes, and after repeating only one word, he died with a crooked head.

Seeing that their leader died like this, the Japanese devils suddenly became annoyed, and rushed towards Zhuo Yun with a scream, their eyes full of angry killing intent.

"Hmph, it's just a bunch of rubbish, since you're looking for a beating, I'll fulfill you."

With a sneer, Zhuo Yun rushed straight forward without dodging.

With the defense of the Turtle's Breath Technique, Zhuo Yun was like a rampant and domineering tank, rushing into the crowd of screaming devils of the Japanese Kingdom.

Everywhere he passed, there was no one who was his enemy, and the attacks of these Japanese devils were not enough for him at all.

With the current defensive power of the Turtle Breath Jue, unless he uses sharp weapons such as swords and daggers, it will be difficult to hurt his muscles and bones even with iron rods.

Not to mention that these kung fu skills are far inferior to the fists and feet of Muto Saburo's Wakoku Devil Gate.

Guo Jun and the others, who were originally going to rush up to stop them, stopped very cooperatively, and the director of the city bureau and others closed their eyes one after another, pretending not to see it.

After a while, twenty or thirty Japanese devils were all put to the ground by Zhuo Yun, lying on the ground one by one and moaning in pain.

This time he didn't make a ruthless move, after all, killing Muto Saburo can be said to be a failure in the competition, and now if he kills all these people again, then the matter will be a big deal.

Clapping his hands, he glanced at the group of Japanese devils lying on the ground, Zhuo Yun waved his hand at Guo Jun and turned away, he believed that someone would help him deal with the aftermath.

"Brother Yun, I was really happy just now, I can't wait to rush up and teach those Japanese devils a lesson, in our Huaxia, they dare to be so arrogant, it's just looking for a draw." Guo Jun, who was driving the police car, said excitedly, his appearance was completely lacking in his usual steady and capable appearance.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhuo Yun, who had calmed down, couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"You said that today's incident won't cause any unnecessary trouble, if you really investigate, it's easy to know that I have assigned people in your police station."

"Brother Yun, don't worry, I have discussed this matter with the director and others before, with them, it will be fine, and this time it is also rude to the Wa State, there are special cameras around the competition ground, no matter where this matter is obtained, they will not take care of it."

Hearing Guo Jun's affirmative words, Zhuo Yun was relieved, and at the same time secretly reminded himself that he must keep a low profile in the future and try to cause as little trouble as possible.