"Little devil, don't think I haven't inquired, before you came to the Jingwu Club, all the martial arts clubs in the school were beaten by you. The president of the judo club vomited blood after being beaten by you, and the vice president of the taekwondo club was beaten and broke his leg bone. And follow me to fake this set, I really want to believe your nonsense. ”

In the face of Meng Linger's accusation, the corners of Miyamoto Mao's mouth suddenly hooked up a sneer, no longer concealing his true purpose, his humble face turned into arrogance, and he said coldly: "Miss Meng Linger, I remembered that you are a woman, so I pretended to tolerate it." In my opinion, karate is the most authentic martial art in the world. Since you have to talk about it, the contemptible person can only be disrespectful. ”

After that, Shigeru Miyamoto's feet are split back and forth, about shoulder-width apart, his left foot is propped forward, and the toes of his back foot are slightly tilted forward, at a forty-five degree angle.

With his fists clenched, his left fist at his waist and his right fist in front of him, he looked ready to fight.

As the two put on a stance, the atmosphere on the field suddenly tensed. The onlookers shouted like a tsunami, which made the duel on the field like a fire igniting explosives, and it was about to break out.

Suddenly, Meng Linger's eyes flickered, and her gaze locked on Miyamoto Shigeru's cheeks. The slender jade legs accumulated strength, and suddenly exerted force, carrying a whistling wind, and swept towards Miyamoto Shigeru's waist.

Meng Ling'er's legs are strong and tough, and she is extremely fast, and she looks like she has undergone rigorous and professional training.

Seeing this, Shigeru Miyamoto didn't want to take this kick hard, and hurriedly took a few steps back.

But when Shigeru Miyamoto dodged backwards, he was already in Meng Ling'er's arms. Meng Ling'er's kick just now seemed to be attacking quickly, but in fact it was just a false move.

In fact, the part that Meng Ling'er really wanted to attack was Shigeru Miyamoto's cheek.

The corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a sly smile, Meng Ling'er's left leg that swept the offensive paused slightly, and at the same time, his right leg suddenly exerted force, jumped up in a healthy posture, and rose into the air.

The tendon on the right leg burst out with a powerful force that should not be underestimated, and with lightning speed, it hit Miyamoto Shigeru Miyamoto's cheek accurately.

"Smack!"

A sound similar to a slap suddenly sounded, and the power in his cheeks spread quickly throughout his body like an electric current, causing Miyamoto Shigeru to stumble and almost fall to the ground.

"Awesome, awesome." Shigeru Miyamoto wiped the wisps of red blood that overflowed from the corners of his mouth, straightened up his burly body, and sneered sadly: "Hehehe, it seems that you are much stronger than the presidents of those waste societies." It's a pity that you're a girl, and your speed is barely okay, but your strength is much worse. ”

was kicked hard by himself, and the Oriental devil was only slightly injured, which made Meng Ling'er, who has always claimed to be invincible, stunned in his heart.

It seems that this Oriental devil does have some skills, so he still has to be careful to deal with the enemy.

Reining in the arrogance that had just sprung up in her heart, Meng Ling'er was ready to attack at any time, and moved carefully in front of Miyamoto Shigeru, intending to wait for an opportunity to attack.

Every move on the field can cause onlookers to shout like a sea of onlookers, like waves in the sea, wave after wave.

Compared with the excitement of the onlookers, Wu Yong, who was sitting in front of the crowd, had a solemn face and no joy.

Although at first glance, Meng Ling'er now has an advantage, she can use her changeable leg technique to attack and cause some damage to Miyamoto Shigeru.

But as Miyamoto Shigeru said, Meng Linger's strength is still relatively weak, and he can't give Miyamoto Shigeru effective damage.

In addition, this game is a five-round system, although one round is only a few minutes. But as the game progresses, I'm afraid Meng Ling'er's physical strength will be quickly depleted.

What worries Wu Yong the most is that until this time, Shigeru Miyamoto, a third-stage black belt, did not fight back.

His eyes flashed with a dignified color, and Wu Yong muttered in a deep voice: "I'm afraid the victory and defeat will be decided..."

Sure enough, as soon as Wu Yong's words fell, Miyamoto Shigeru turned from defense to offense. Using both hands and feet, he first used his side legs to attack tentatively, and when Meng Ling'er dodged, the fierce punches smashed down like a storm.

Meng Ling'er hurriedly dodged, her footsteps moving gracefully on the field. The small posture played a key role at this time, allowing Meng Ling'er to always be lucky to dodge the moment before the heavy punch hit.

"Whoosh..."

Another heavy punch almost grazed Meng Linger's white cheeks and roared. Even the hair on Meng Ling'er's ears was fluttering in the strong wind carried by the fierce fist.

Suddenly, his eyes were locked on the bridge of Miyamoto Shigeru's nose, and when Meng Ling'er turned sideways, he supported the ground with one hand, and with the momentum of his body falling, the soles of his feet were like poisonous snakes that suddenly came out of the dark hole.

In the blink of an eye, it had already flashed in front of Miyamoto Shigeru's eyes, which caught people off guard.

The gloomy eyes fluttered, and the corners of Miyamoto Shigeru's mouth lifted a cold and evil smile. He had long expected that Meng Ling'er would attack him unexpectedly, and the angle would definitely be very tricky.

Therefore, Miyamoto Shigeru has long secretly kept an eye on Meng Ling'er, always on guard.

Just when Meng Linger felt that the victory was in her hands, this kick would definitely kick the bridge of Miyamoto's nose to pieces.

Shigeru Miyamoto was fearless, and his strong arms were directly in front of him. At the same time, his fists turned into eagle claws, and he fiercely grabbed the long legs that Meng Ling'er attacked.

"Bang!"

After a muffled sound, the slender jade legs and the strong palms slammed together.

Miyamoto Shigeru's palm shook, and there was a tingling pain, which made the ferocity in the depth of his eyes even stronger.

"Miss Ling'er, one of your legs has been grabbed by me. If you throw in the towel now and change the Seibu Club to a karate gym, I can do you no harm. The corners of Miyamoto Mao's mouth hooked up a lewd smile, and suddenly said ambiguously: "I also have the heart of pity and cherishing jade, a beauty like Miss Ling'er, I really can't bear to hurt it." ”

Being carried by Shigeru Miyamoto on one leg and hanging upside down in mid-air, Meng Linger had almost no room for resistance.

"Phew! Dead Oriental devils, with your ancestors, the same beast virtue, it's disgusting. Miss Ben is eager to tear that ugly face of yours alive now! ”

Hearing this, Miyamoto Mao's eyes suddenly darkened, and he said in a cold tone: "Miss Ling'er, you and I compete in martial arts, don't be involved in your and my respective national grievances." Moreover, the wars waged by our country were also aimed at indoctrining and changing your backward motherland, so that you would not be oppressed by the Western colonizers! ”

"Dead Oriental devil, you're disgusting. I don't look down on you slaves the most, and I am full of high-sounding reasons all day long. After a pause, Ling'er sarcastically said: "When your country was defeated, those European soldiers stationed in your country and spoiled the women of your country, can it be regarded as changing the genes of your country's poverty!" ”

"You..." Shigeru Miyamoto's eerie triangular eyes glared angrily, and he let out a low roar.

For Shigeru Miyamoto, he has always been proud and proud to be a descendant of the Yamato nation. But the history that Meng Ling'er said is indeed a shame that the entire Yamato nation can never get rid of.

Meng Linger can insult him Miyamoto Shigeru, but he must not insult his nation and his country. With a flash of anger in his eyes, Miyamoto Shigeru slowly raised his right leg back, without the slightest hesitation and pity, and kicked Meng Ling's lower abdomen suddenly!