Kikuchi Ryubei pestle on the stage, like a bundle of messy straw in the wind.

What do you mean by not knowing who to choose? What the hell is rock-paper-scissors? This seems like a competition, right? Why is it so out of tune?

In Kikuchi Longbei's heart, this competition is cautious and serious, because it not only represents the Green Gang and the Black Dragon Society, but also represents the game of martial arts culture between China and Japan.

In his opinion, defeating the masters of the Qinggang can not only build momentum for the Hongkou Dojo that the Black Dragon Society will build in Shanghai, but also hit the confidence of the Chinese very well, killing two birds with one stone.

But he didn't expect that He Zifeng didn't take this matter seriously at all.

"Eight Tooth Road!" Kikuchi Longbei finally couldn't help but roar: "He Zifeng! You are blaspheming a warrior! It's also a blasphemy against this contest, you! It's just a pig who doesn't know what respect is! ”

"Respect?" He Zifeng turned his head suddenly, and there was no smile on his face: "Is President Kikuchi saying that I don't know how to respect?" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the eight King Kongs in the audience, and said in a deep voice: "These are the best children of my Green Gang, according to the seniority of the gang, I am even younger than them, I sent the best children of the Green Gang to participate in this competition, is it not respectful enough?" If that's not respect, then I'd like to ask President Kikuchi, the first time we met, you sent us a war letter, is that you, the so-called martial artist, respect us so much?! ”

Kikuchi Longbei's tiger eyes narrowed slightly: "I don't think it's disrespectful to make a war letter, on the contrary, it is precisely because I respect you that I will make this war letter!" ”

He Zifeng was about to say something, but Mei Jiujin Takumi, who was sitting in the position, stood up, waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, the competition is halfway through, there is no point in you arguing like this, this topic will be put on hold for the time being, how about we continue the competition?" ”

Kikuchi Ryubei snorted heavily.

He Zifeng ignored him, but looked back at the audience: "Have you any results?" ”

Xiao Liu and the others were stunned, and suddenly came back to their senses, and a few people really stood in a circle of rock-paper-scissors after shouting, which made Yoshino Akira's acne-covered face gloomy and almost dripping water.

After a few rounds, Hou Jiu walked on the stage lightly, He Zifeng looked at him expressionlessly, and asked, "You won?" ”

"They never beat me." Hou Jiu's face shone with a light of victory: "Rock-paper-scissors, I'm a professional. ”

He Zifeng was a little speechless.

Yoshino Ming was dressed in a black stand-up collar suit, and Hou Jiuyi was dressed in a smoky gray uniform, and the two of them stood on the stage, and the whole atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Akira Yoshino, Champion of the Great Japanese Imperial Karate Championship, 3rd dan black belt!"

He Zifeng looked at Yoshino Akira, who was bowing heavily, and raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

He Zifeng still knows a lot about the setting of karate ranks, before entering the black belt, there are 9 belt colors, and the black belt is the tenth, and only those who have made great contributions to karate have this honor.

And entering the black belt is not the end, there are still ten ranks during the period, and the setting of the ranks is related to age, He Zifeng has reason to believe that Yoshino Akira's fighting ability is absolutely high, and the reason for staying in the third rank is probably because of age.

"Monkey, be careful, this person is not simple."

The corners of Hou Jiu's mouth pulled up a sneer, and he hugged his fist at Yoshino Ming: "Green Gang, Hou Jiu!" ”

He didn't report anything else, because Hou Jiu felt that it wasn't important, what mattered was ...... Win!

As soon as the words landed, Yoshino Ming kicked the ground with his left foot, and the whole person pounced straight over, and there was no change in mid-air, and it was directly smashed down by a slashing palm towards Hou Jiu's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

One shot is a killer move!

He Zifeng's eyes narrowed instantly, and he could see that Yoshino Akira had murderous intent.

When He Zifeng was still studying in Japan, karate was actually called Tang Hands, a martial art that was popular in Japan and was introduced from China, and was later perfected and became Tang Hands, but at that time there was already a strict set of ranks.

After he returned to China, he learned by chance that just a year before the Japanese invasion of China, Tang Shou was officially named empty hand.

Yoshino Akira's slash was extremely sharp, faintly carrying the sound of the wind.

"Childish!"

Hou Jiu laughed coldly, in his opinion, Yoshino Akira's movements were a little slow.

The strength is heavy, and the speed is naturally slow, Hou Jiu understands this truth, and when Yoshino Ming's palm is a few centimeters away from the top of Hou Jiu's head, Hou Jiu moves.

said that it was moving, but it was better to take a step to the side, but it was such a simple step, and Akira Yoshino's palm knife grazed Hou Jiu's sleeve and split the air.

He Zifeng's brows were furrowed together, although Yoshino Ming's palm did not hit, but the thick strength was fully reflected, and he had to change his moves, but Hou Jiu moved.

His movements were still simple, just stepping back, but at the same time as taking this step, Hou Jiu's elbow pushed over, very quickly, as fast as thunder!

He Zifeng has reason to believe that if this elbow hits Akira Yoshino's temple, then the contest will be over.

But Yoshino Akira is a black belt after all, he didn't adjust his movements at all, and at the moment when his right palm split into the air, he seemed to have anticipated Hou Jiu's next move.

The left palm poked out, just blocking his right cheek, and also blocking Hou Jiu's elbow blow that was as fast as thunder, and at the same time, his splitting right palm suddenly changed his move, and the same elbow hit went straight to Hou Jiu's waist and ribs.

These few changes were very fast, and the people who were about to arrive in the audience couldn't see what was going on at all, Hou Jiu took another step as he did at the beginning, and both of them made a start-up gesture.

The competition seemed to stop all of a sudden, but the difference was that the expressions of both of them became solemn.

"You're fast."

"You're not bad either!"

Hou Jiu sneered: "Say you're fat and you're still panting, then I'll let you see, how fast it is!" ”

There was a loud shout from the stage, Hou Jiu kicked the ground with his right foot, and pounced on Yoshino Akira, and countless claw shadows instantly appeared in mid-air, layer upon layer, and the wind was howling.

The essence of monkey boxing is two words, fast and diao.

That claw shadow was just a trick, but Yoshino had to pay attention to it, because no one knew that Hou Jiu's real killing move would appear there.

It's too dense!

Yoshino Akira had to retreat, but he took 3 steps back, and the claw shadow followed suit, like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

"Bastard!"

Yoshino Akira roared, and suddenly a straight punch slammed out, hitting the claw shadow hard!