Wang Mengxiong's move surprised everyone, that is, martial arts such as Funakoshi Yoshizhen, Lu Chaoyuan, and Huo Dongge, everyone also thought that Wang Mengxiong would stick to the middle hall and wait for Kazuo Hashimoto's attack with ease. How do you know that when you meet such a teenager who doesn't play cards according to common sense, all the previous predictions have come to naught, which makes these people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Soldiers, treacherous. Therefore, it can be shown but cannot be used, it is not used to show it, it is near and it is far away, and it is far away and it is shown to be near. …… Attack it unprepared, take it by surprise. The victory of this soldier cannot be passed on first. ”

Although Funakoshi Yoshizhen is a native of the Ryukyus, he is still familiar with the beginning of the Art of War. At this time, he didn't know why the whole article naturally appeared in his mind, especially the latter sentence that attacked him unpreparedly and unexpectedly, which was the true portrayal of the young man named Wang Fan in front of him.

"There is a saying in Huaxia that since ancient times, heroes have come out of teenagers, and I am honest and not deceiving!"

Not to mention that this old gentleman has a lot of thoughts and emotions here, the most uncomfortable thing should be Kazuo Hashimoto in the venue. He is actually a young seed specially selected by the military department, and since he was a child, coaches from various sects have taught them these seeds and various kung fu. Compared with ordinary people, they start higher than others, and they are equivalent to cultivating with the strength of the country, so they have developed an attitude of being above the top. This trip to Shanghai, in fact, also has the idea of letting his seed take root. How do you know that a Lu Xinyang made him feel that he had met an opponent, and another demon Wang Fan came out, which completely made him fall from the high altar to the bottom. Wang Mengxiong's unexpected punch directly threw his pride into the eighteenth layer of hell.

"Eight grid tooth road, how is it possible? Could it be that this guy has seen through my path and wants to solve me quickly? ”

Thinking of this, Kazuo Hashimoto seemed to have an instant brain hole and found the right answer. "It must be like this, the opponent ran out of strength in the previous competition with the eliminated guy, and deliberately pretended to be okay. Now he was afraid that the game would drag on and it would be unfavorable to him, so he changed his style of play, trying in vain to end the game quickly so that he could have a chance to deal with Lu Xinyang. Then I must be stable and consume with him, and the victory will definitely belong to me! ”

Kazuo Hashimoto, who thought he had the first opportunity, forgot Funakoshi Yoshizhen's instructions, and at the same time changed his playing style, dodging around and becoming a completely defensive side.

"Idiot, there was still a slight chance of winning before, but now that Wang Fan drove the rhythm and held the bull's nose, I am afraid that this battle will end soon.

Funakoshi Yoshijin thought so, and the other two martial arts masters also raised this thought. They now seem to have seen the final result, and they are already looking forward to the final match between Lu Xinyang and Wang Fan.

"Come on, Kazuo. Defeat this damn creature and you're the best! ”

"Kazuo, according to what Mr. Funakoshi taught, find his cover door, don't look like a turtle with a shrunken head."

"Hashimoto, if you lose, please ask the military department for your guilt, don't let your failure become a laughing stock in the mouth of the Chinese people!"

Although these words were shouted in Chinese, they could not stand up to Wang Mengxiong's identity as a traverser, not only could they hear it clearly, but they could also understand all the meanings.

"Niang Xipi, such a little cub is actually related to the Japanese military department, it seems that this military department is really pervasive! But if you want to find Lao Tzu's cover door, then wait for the next life to find it, this life is estimated to have no chance! ”

If those people in the Hongkou Dojo knew a few words, they would have exposed so many secrets, and it made Wang Mengxiong even more murderous, I am afraid that they would have the heart to die. However, at this time, they all thought that as long as they aroused Kazuo Hashimoto's fighting spirit and Mr. Funakoshi's guidance, they would definitely be able to defeat the little doll sent by the Jingwu Sports Association. So at this time, the mood was agitated and the sound was shocking, but it became the focus of everyone's attention.

"What are these Japanese people yelling about?"

"I don't know, we don't have an interpreter here, who knows what they're doing? Maybe it's a collective convulsion! ”

"No, they must have thought that this Kazuo Hashimoto was going to win, and they were cheering for him. Brothers, although we come from different sects, we are all descendants of Yan and Huang. Can't let the Japanese people compare, let's cheer for Wang Fan of the Jingwu Sports Association, okay? ”

"Come on, Wang Fan! Wang Fan will win! Come on, Wang Fan! Wang Fan will win......"

The sound was higher and higher, and even the residents who were watching the excitement outside the venue shouted along with these disciples, and soon completely covered the sound of the Hongkou Dojo. Although Yoshizhen Funakoshi judged Kazuo Hashimoto's failure, he was still taken aback by the reaction of these Chinese people. "Although the warlords of Shangbang in China are now divided and have civil strife, in the face of external threats, they will still unite tightly and burst out with great enthusiasm and fighting spirit. It seems that the country's civilization has been inherited for more than 5,000 years, and it is not unreasonable. If the people of the Ryukyus can be as united as they are, why worry about the loss of their homeland? ”

Everything off the court was unaware of Wang Mengxiong, unaffected at all, and without hesitation, punch after punch, Kazuo Hashimoto's defense was completely broken, and he began to wander around looking for opportunities.

Kazuo Hashimoto heard the roars of those people in the Hongkou Dojo, and his heart became even more anxious. When he wandered, he had already focused on taking care of Wang Mengxiong's Baihui and the ** position. After his short observation, he found that this Wang Fan defended the perineum more than the defense of Baihui, and felt that he had found the right cover door, so he did not hesitate to use the trick of losing both, planning to fight to take a punch from the opponent, but also to hit the cover door and win. As for whether he can face Lu Xinyang, it is not within his consideration.

"It's good to come, Lao Tzu has been acting with you for so long, this little devil has finally taken the bait!" Wang Mengxiong was secretly happy in his heart, deliberately let go of the empty door of his lower body, and lured Ichiro Hashimoto to adopt the posture of rolling on a lazy donkey and grab the empty door.

"It's now!"

Kazuo Hashimoto successfully snatched the opponent's empty door, faced the exposed cover door in front of him, and did not hesitate to use Aikido's most powerful sitting technique to take the perineal point with both hands. Wang Mengxiong exerted his strength under his feet, turned over and turned a flying dragon in the air, turning into a posture of head and foot, using the power of falling and the power of punching to superimpose, and punched the opponent in front of the door.

This punch king Mengxiong has been gathering momentum for a long time, and a punch is faintly windy and thunderous. Seeing that the opponent's cover door disappeared, Kazuo Hashimoto did not dare to continue the attack, and hurriedly blocked it in front of him with both arms. If you don't block being hit directly in the face by the opponent's heavy punch, with the strength shown by the opponent, this punch will go down, and the injury will be a trivial matter, maybe the head will be torn apart like a watermelon.

With a bang, Wang Mengxiong punched Kazuo Hashimoto's palm, driving the palm to hit the opponent's head again, directly breaking the palm, and the head was strongly concussed, and he fainted directly. Immediately turned over with his strength, and landed steadily on the open ground, not growing his breath and not changing his face, which attracted the crazy applause of the disciples of the Jingwu Sports Association.

"Whoosh......"

A sound pierced the air and rushed to the back of Wang Mengxiong's head like lightning.

"Be careful...... Huo Dongge noticed that something was wrong for the first time, and reminded while rushing out.

"Bage Yalu, actually sneaking up with a shuriken behind his back, it's really a shame for a samurai! How could I, the ship, Yoshijin be in the company of such a person! ”

"How daring, you dare to plot against me!"

Wang Mengxiong will never relax his vigilance against the Japanese people because of a temporary victory, because he is familiar with history and knows that these Japanese people have never had a bottom line and can do anything. It's just that he still hurts people with hidden arrows in public, shamelessly and ferociously to such an extent, which once again refreshes his perception of little devils.

Saying that it was too late, Wang Mengxiong turned around and made a whip leg, and the soles of his feet collided with the attacking shuriken, making a sound of gold and iron, and the shuriken turned around and returned the same way at a faster speed, directly stabbing into the chest of a stunned Hongkou Dojo disciple, blooming bright red flowers.