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After learning that Ichiro Watanabe had become the real number one master of the empire, the Japanese consul did not hesitate to publicize the ruthless propaganda in the past two days, so at this time, many people who came to watch the battle had already occupied the entire British Concession, the streets and alleys, and the roofs of the houses were full of heads.

It can be said that this battle touched the hearts of the entire Shenhai people, students skipped class, and workers were absent from work, all of whom rushed over to cheer for Zhang Long.

Foreigners in the concession area were also not afraid of big things, and in addition to Japanese media reporters, other foreign media reporters came.

At noon, it's hot.

On the edge of the ring, in an awning.

Takeo Fujita, dressed in military uniform, and a Japanese consul in a suit and tie are standing respectfully in front of a middle-aged man wearing a samurai uniform.

The middle-aged man looks ordinary, his figure is not very tall, only a pair of eyes are very deep, like a black hole, between opening and closing, there are occasional divine light exposed, showing that he is not an ordinary person.

This ordinary-looking middle-aged man is now the number one master of martial arts in Japan, Ichiro Watanabe.

Fujita Keno bowed and said, "Senior brother, for the honor of the Great Japanese Empire, please!" ”

The Japanese consul also saluted respectfully: "Mr. Watanabe, please!" ”

Watanabe Ichiro said lightly: "Don't worry, I will definitely kill the Shina who provoked my Great Japanese Empire in this battle." ”

"It's coming, it's coming, the people of Jingwumen are here!"

The crowd suddenly stirred, and Zhang Long, who was dressed in a strong suit, appeared with a ticket from the Jingwu Sect.

The crowd automatically separated, and Zhang Long and the others came to the Japanese.

Out of the induction of a martial arts powerhouse, Zhang Long recognized Watanabe Ichiro at a glance, and knew that the middle-aged Japanese man in front of him who was not amazing was his opponent this time.

At the same time, the audience in the live broadcast room also saw Ichiro Watanabe.

"Isn't this ordinary middle-aged man the number one master in Japan?"

"It doesn't look like a master, the folds on his face, how do you look like a peasant!"

"Alas, alas, you know what a master is, masters are low-key, the more ordinary the kind is, the more masters!"

"Brother Long, you have to be careful, judging from my years of experience in watching various action movies, this little Japan is not simple."

"All sorts of action movies? There must be love, how about it, brother, are there any classics, share some seeds! ”

……

Watanabe Ichiro glanced at Zhang Long and nodded: "Young man, you are very good, qualified to be my opponent." ”

Zhang Long: "Old guy, you're not bad, but you must be the one who died today." ”

Watanabe Ichiro chuckled, "Young man, so far, a total of seventy-eight people have said similar things to me, but unfortunately, they are the ones who died in the end. ”

"Little Japan is starting to pretend to be forced!"

"To be fair, Little Japan is still pretending to be good, and it can score eight out of ten."

"Pretend to be struck by lightning, Jade Emperor, send a thunder and kill this little Japan!"

"By the way, isn't thundering the job of Lei Gong?"

"Stop, the big war is about to begin!"

"Brother Long, come on, the champagne for my celebration is ready, just waiting for you to kill that little devil."

"The message is proof, as long as Brother Long K dies in little Japan, I will immediately swipe millions of gifts."

"Local tyrants, ask for support!"

"Local tyrant, just ask, do you need chrysanthemums?"

……

Zhang Long and Watanabe Ichiro had a bang, and under the witness of Governor Shenhai and consuls of various countries, they signed the letter of life and death.

The referee is a foreigner.

Seeing that the two of them had signed, he asked, "Both, what are you going to compare, fists and feet or weapons." ”

Zhang Long looked at Watanabe Ichiro and said: "You are a senior, fists and feet or weapons, you choose!" ”

"All my abilities are on the knife, so naturally I am more than a weapon."

Watanabe Ichiro said, walking to the weapon rack by the ring and picking out a katana.

Zhang Long had expected it, he opened the system mall and found the experience book of weapon fighting.

Baji Gun Experience Book, Bagua Knife Experience Book, Tai Chi Sword Experience Book, Shaolin Stick Experience Book...... Wait, wait, a whole bunch.

Zhang Long picked it up, and finally exchanged it for a Five Tiger Broken Door Knife experience book and learned it.

Five Tiger Broken Door Knife (Dacheng): Five Tiger Broken Door Knife, the knife is calm, strong and powerful, and has a strong deterrent power when it is displayed.

After learning the knife technique, Zhang Long picked a nine-ring broadsword from the weapon rack.

As a descendant of the old Red Army, Zhang Long felt that to deal with devils, he had to use a big knife, so that it would be refreshing to cut it.

In the ring.

Zhang Long and Ichiro Watanabe stood ten meters apart.

The eyes of the two collided and intertwined in the air, full of murderous intent.

"Die, the Chinese man!"

Watanabe Ichiro's whole person changed his momentum, his murderous aura overflowed, and he suddenly jumped up, like a goshawk volleying a hare, and the katana in his hand slashed and slashed, with a rapid whistling sound, slashing towards Zhang Long.

Zhang Long's eyes narrowed, he was agile, and flashed over.

With a bang, the katana slashed into the ring, and the ring made of solid wood directly broke a hole, revealing a terrible knife mark three inches deep and three feet long.

"Awesome, worthy of being the number one master in Japan!"

Zhang Long thought in his heart, but the movements in his hands were not slow, only to see him turn his big knife and slash at Watanabe Ichiro's neck.

Watanabe Ichiro seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and with a backhand knife, he blocked the blow, and at the same time, he turned around, and the katana went up, slashing at Zhang Long's neck.

Bite!

Zhang Long's big knife slashed, sparks flew everywhere, and the two of them were shocked by the shock, and each took three steps back.

"This man's strength is so strong, and his speed seems to be faster than mine!"

Watanabe Ichiro was shocked and realized how powerful Zhang Long was.

Zhang Long was also surprised, he was worthy of being a martial arts master, and his reaction was really not ordinarily fast.

I can only use my physical strength with him, my physical strength is stronger than his, and in the end, I can win.

Watanabe Ichiro also seemed to realize this, his eyes were cold, his long knife shook, and he took the initiative to kill Zhang Long.

Ding Ding Ding, the two of you come and go, and the trick is fatal.

After a while, several wounds were added to each of the bodies, and blood flowed out.

The audience under the ring watching the extremely dangerous fight was scared, and the audience in the live broadcast room was even more afraid to come out.

Whew, beads of sweat dripping!

Watanabe Ichiro gasped for breath, his physical strength was almost exhausted, while the Shina man on the opposite side was only panting slightly.

No, he has to make a trick, otherwise he will be the one who dies in the stalemate.

Watanabe Ichiro's eyes were cold, he gathered the remaining strength in his body, his feet shook, and he rushed towards Zhang Long like electricity.

"Slash in one! Death to the people of China! ”

So fast!

Looking at the tip of the knife that was constantly expanding in his pupils, Zhang Long was startled.

Dodge to the right as hard as you can.

Poof!

Zhang Long's reaction was still a little slower, and the katana stabbed into his left chest, and blood splattered.

However, Ichiro Watanabe was not happy, but looked shocked.

His knife could not penetrate anymore, as if it had been caught by pliers, and could no longer pierce it.

Poof, just when Watanabe Ichiro was stunned, Zhang Long's big knife was lifted and deeply slashed into Watanabe Ichiro's left chest, and then with a twist, the heart was crushed.

Watanabe Ichiro's pupils gradually dilated, his head hung down, and the whole person hung on Zhang Long's big knife, burping.

Zhang Long looked down at the wound on his left chest, and was afraid for a while.

My good boy, this little devil deserves to be the number one master in Japan, really strong, if I didn't have an iron cloth shirt to protect my body, and he didn't have much physical strength, otherwise this knife would have killed me!

"Damn, win! Brother Long wins! ”

"Nima, I'm so nervous watching this wave!"

"It's so exciting, this wave of Tai Nima is exciting!"

……

The whole scene was boiling, and people yelled excitedly, shouting Zhang Long's name.

Chen Zhen and other disciples of the Jingwu Sect rushed to the ring and threw Zhang Long high, celebrating excitedly.

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