Between fists and feet, there was a "pop" sound on the stage from time to time.

The two of them fought faster and faster, and the crowd of onlookers in the audience also held their breath, the seventh master's frowning brows have never been released, Hou Jiu and Yoshino Ming have fought for dozens of rounds, regardless of victory or defeat, but this also makes the seventh master see that the other party's basic skills are quite solid.

"Karate is a martial art that pays great attention to basic skills, a split palm, a straight punch, often a million times in a row." He Zifeng stood on the side of the stage, but his eyes stayed on Yoshino Akira: "I want to ...... This Yoshino Akira should have been born in a family and has been in contact with karate since he was a child, otherwise with his age, it would be difficult to make moves so old. ”

The two people on the stage obviously played their strength, Yoshino Akira's speed was accelerating, and Hou Jiu was becoming faster.

The short body was attached to Yoshino Ming's arms, Hou Jiu leaned up, and his left hand clawed straight towards Yoshino Ming's chin, this was the opportunity he got after deliberately selling a flaw before, Hou Jiu even thought about the follow-up moves.

But Yoshino Akira is not an idle person, in that fraction of a second, his reflex nerve did not give instructions through his brain at all, and while leaning back, his left foot knee pushed over, although the position was not correct, but it also made Hou Jiu's hand deviate, and that grabbed Yoshino Akira's face and crossed it.

"Hmmm?!!"

Ryubei Kikuchi took out the hand that was in his sleeve, and he stared at the field with wide eyes.

I didn't see anything before, I just felt that Hou Jiu's movements were very flexible and fast, but now that I look at it, the strength is not small, just like this, two blood marks were drawn on Yoshino Ming's face.

Long Kui and the others burst into applause, they had all seen Hou Jiu's move, and they could also think of what moves would be connected in the future.

Sure enough, Hou Jiu turned sideways, squatted backwards, turned his right hand into a claw, and went straight to Yoshino Ming's crotch very insidiously!

Yoshino Akira's movements had been deformed, and now he only felt a flower in front of him, and he lost the trace of Hou Jiu, and before he could react, he suddenly felt a pain in his lower body, and it was too late to reach out to block it.

At this time, it fully reflects the wealth of Yoshino's practical experience!

We all know that when making an action, the brain will make a pre-design, such as the action of "holding", the brain gives a command, but this instruction is divided into two parts, the first is that the hand touches the object, and the second is to order the finger to hold it after it is sure to touch.

One action, two links, in between, there is a millisecond interval.

And in this millisecond interval, when Yoshino Akira was completely deformed, his crotch tightened violently, that is, it was so tight, and his lower body was retracted a little, making Hou Jiu grab a little empty.

didn't have time to breathe for him, Hou Jiu's follow-up combo had already exploded, and he borrowed his waist to exert his strength while squatting cross-legged, his body turned around again, and his left paw swung out!

"Stinging ——!"

There was a screeching sound of clothes tearing, and Yoshino Akira "kicked and stared" back several steps before standing still, while Hou Jiu stood in place, holding half of the fabric in his hand.

The audience was silent for a while, and suddenly burst into shocking cheers.

Just now, Hou Jiu's claws slashed through Yoshino's chest, not only tearing his clothes, but also leaving five shocking blood marks on his naked chest.

"Eight grids!"

Looking at the wound on his chest, Yoshino Akira's face twitched heavily, looking a little hideous, he took off the tattered clothes on his body violently, revealing a strong muscle, and cautiously re-posed a starting pose.

"Looks like this Yoshino Akira still has a back hand." The seventh master touched his chin, turned his head and asked He Zifeng: "What do you think?" ”

"It's hard to say." He Zifeng's face was indifferent: "The strength of the two people is about the same, it depends on who is experienced." ”

"But I think Akira Yoshino has a lot of experience, and the monkey's cruel moves have been dodged."

He Zifeng smiled and did not answer.

The two on the stage fought together again, this time Yoshino Akira did not rush forward, but a solid defense, trying to find an opportunity to counterattack, after all, Hou Jiu's movements were too fast, and he fell down with a fast fight.

In this way, the fight on stage is not as exciting as before, but it seems a little dull.

Hou Jiu is not in a hurry, among the opponents he has encountered in his life, there are really few who move faster than him, many opponents will choose to find his flaws while defending solidly, he has experienced too much in this pattern, he has more experience than anyone else.

Just as Akira Yoshino ran towards his temple with a high kick, he didn't retreat, but advanced, and the whole person curled up and jumped up, and slammed into it.

This strange move made Yoshino suddenly confused, he had never seen such a move before, it was like a monkey jumping from one tree to another.

Hou Jiu's posture is indeed strange, his body is arched, and his limbs are jumping directly towards Yoshino Akira's head, no matter who it is, it is difficult to defend, because you don't know where the attack is coming from, not to mention that Yoshino Akira's moves have been used for the old time, and it is too late to adjust.

In the flash of light, Hou Jiu's whole person rode on Yoshino Ming's body, and he pressed down heavily, and the wooden floor on the stage made a loud noise, and Yoshino Ming was smashed on the stage like this.

Hou Jiu let out a loud shout, and at the same time as Yoshino Akira was in the end, he rolled forward and fell off the other party's body, and Yoshino Akira sat down in front of him, his feet were crossed, and his hands were tightly clamped, and the two hands were like a fight between orangutans, and they smashed towards Yoshino Akira's head in no particular order.

"Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah!"

There was a popping bean-like thrashing sound on the stage, Hou Jiu kept shaking his shoulders, using the power of his shoulders to drive the wave of his arms, and his strength doubled?

Each explosion was mixed with Yoshino's screams, and each swing brought up a bright red bloodline.

It was too late, and by the time Kikuchi Ryubei reacted and stopped him, Akira Yoshino's face was completely deformed, and he was in a semi-comatose state.

Umekutsu Takumi and Kato Yuya couldn't help but stand up, several members of the Black Dragon Society roared and rushed to the stage, He Zifeng hurriedly took a few steps, and picked up Hou Jiu, who was sitting on the ground and wanted to continue smashing, pulled behind him, and looked coldly at the few people who rushed up: "What do you want to do?!" ”

"Eight grids!"

Kikuchi Longbei looked at Yoshino Akira, who was out of breath and less in on the ground, and his teeth were about to crush: "He Zifeng!" You have to ask me for an explanation, your men almost killed him!" ”

He Zifeng glanced at Yoshino Ming, who was lying on the ground, and then replied lightly: "Kill it, kill it, what is there to explain." ”