Huo's Baji Boxing, and Baji Boxing are nothing more than the result of one branch and two leaves, and they belong to Huo Diange's own martial arts. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThis alone proves that this person is extremely talented, and his boxing skills have been practiced to the point of his own.

Although he has not yet completely perfected this boxing method, he has basically possessed the concepts and frameworks of practice and fighting methods.

The mixed yuan pile practiced by Xia Yang already had some shadows of the eight-pole fist pile, and Huo Diange passed on the authentic eight-pole small frame and the standing method of the two-pole pile to him.

"Eight poles and small frames" is a routine to lay the foundation, and then there are "six major openings" and "eight major styles", Xia Yang now has kung fu, plus he has a very solid foundation, so he quickly wrote it down.

The time of the ring is coming in a blink of an eye.

On the bank of the Huangpu River, the periphery of the ring under the Jingwu Gate is already crowded with people.

In order to calm the turmoil, ease the contradictions between the Chinese and the Japanese, and avoid bringing turmoil to their own concessions, the British took a particularly tough attitude this time, not allowing the Japanese military to intervene, and all order on the scene was left to the patrol room to maintain.

The scene was full of voices.

When Xia Yang followed Jingwumen and others to the ring, he saw a large number of Chinese people pulling up strips of cloth and shouting slogans in the outfield, and the momentum was extremely amazing.

After entering the infield, he found that there were at least hundreds of people in the infield, including Chinese, Japanese, and even some foreigners, most of whom were martial arts people, and Huo Diange was among them. As for the general public, they were all isolated from the venue.

Xia Yang glanced at the Japanese side, there were more people who came this time than their elite martial arts, in addition to the Japanese warriors who were going to participate in the war this time, there were also many disciples of the Black Dragon Society, and Fujita Tsuyoshi and the Japanese consul were also impressively listed.

Before taking the stage, Xia Yang deliberately walked beside Chen Zhen and asked curiously: "Fifth Senior Brother, I heard that most of the people who came from Japan this time are masters of the 'Lecture Hall', have you heard of it when you were in Japan?"

"Kodokan is very famous in Japan and was founded by the famous jiu-jitsu master Jigoro Kano. Chen Zhen nodded, and said with a solemn face: "Among the actual martial artists in Japan today, except for the dead Fumio Funakoshi, the influence of Jigoro Kano is the greatest. The Kodokan he founded is also one of the largest schools of martial arts in Japan, and has a very high status in the Japanese martial arts world. ”

Xia Yang nodded, his eyes looked at the opposite side of the ring, and the person sitting at the front was a Japanese man with broad shoulders, and at first glance he was a martial arts powerhouse with excellent energy storage. Behind him sat a group of Japanese warriors, dressed in uniform costumes, and they all looked extremely young, and from the point of view of mental strength, none of them were weak!

These more than 20 Japanese warriors sat quietly on the sidelines, their expressions solemn, motionless, and did not make a sound. The spirit and temperament also seem to be integrated in the meditation, the momentum is amazing, and the pressure is also very great.

Xia Yang's eyes lit up, these Japanese are undoubtedly the martial arts seeds of the Japanese martial arts world, if they can kill all these people in the ring, their martial arts vitality will definitely be greatly damaged!

At this moment, a small middle-aged man walked into the ring and said in Chinese and Japanese: "Martial artists from Jingwumen and Japan have arrived, this time the ring competition, there is no limit to the number of fields, there is no limit to life and death, both sides sign a life and death certificate, and life and death have their own destiny!"

After he finished speaking, the big man who led the Japanese side spoke to this person in Japanese, and then the person on the stage translated: "This Mr. Yokoyama Sakujiro said that their Mr. Fumio Funakoshi of the Great Japanese Empire is a great martial artist, and this time he came to China, although he was unfortunately attacked and killed by the Chinese, but his bushido spirit will always be passed down in the Great Japanese Empire." Therefore, this is not only a martial arts collision between nations, but also a battle of revenge for the Great Japanese Empire. Come, Chen Zhen, we will use your blood to honor Mr. Funakoshi and wash away his shame. ”

"Fart!" Hearing the translator's words, the disciple of the Jingwu Sect suddenly shouted: "What kind of sneak attack and death, obviously your skills are not as good as others, you Japanese are really shameless." ”

When the warriors of all sects and factions in the audience and the onlookers heard this, they were immediately excited, and one by one they pointed at the Japanese on the side of the ring and scolded angrily, and in an instant, the entire ring was in chaos.

Huo Tingen, as the representative of the Jingwu Sect, also stood up at the moment: "You Japanese and our Jingwu Sect have a long-standing grudge, you want to avenge Fumio Funakoshi, and I also want to seek justice for my father Huo Yuanjia." So don't talk nonsense, just see the real chapter in the ring, no matter how many people you come up today, we Jingwumen will accompany all of you!"

After the interpreter conveyed his words, the group of Japanese also looked downcast, and many of them stood up directly to go to the ring.

The leader Yokoyama Sakujiro's face was gloomy, and after stopping them, he said to one of them: "Miyamoto-kun, you go up first." ”

This man named Miyamoto, of medium stature, with sharp eyes, walked into the ring without saying a word.

This person's eyes are cold, his pace is steady, and there is a faint murderous aura on his body, obviously after many life and death fights.

On the side of Jingwumen, Huo Tingen was just about to open his mouth to arrange for a disciple to go up, but he saw that Xia Yang had already stood up and strode to the ring.

"Ah Yang!"

Seeing Xia Yang walking up, Chen Zhen and Huo Tingen's faces changed, and they stood up at the same time. Their previous arrangement was to let the other disciples go up first to see the strength of the Japanese, but they didn't arrange for him to be the first to play at all.

Xia Yang stretched out his hand and swung behind his back, but did not respond. For him, each of the Japanese here represents a considerable amount of luck. And he knew very well that apart from Huo Tingen and Chen Zhen, the Jingwu Sect could no longer come up with other real masters, and sending ordinary disciples up was just sending them to death, how could he watch the Jingwu Sect have casualties!

"Jingwumen, Xia Yang! Little Japan will die quickly!" walked to the left side of the ring, the corner of his mouth grinned, and hooked his hand at the Japanese man surnamed Miyamoto.

Miyamoto couldn't understand Chinese, but when he saw his finger, he knew that he was provoking him. His eyes were cold in an instant, he stomped under his feet, and at a distance of more than ten meters, he almost rushed over in two arrow steps, and after approaching Xia Yang, his left leg bent, and then bounced violently, and with a hula, his hand knife slashed up with a whistling sound that broke through the air.

His hand knife blow is the "sawing hand" in judo's body skills, not a hard cut, but with a dragging force, like a big chainsaw, to cut everything in front of him in half.

Xia Yang didn't move at all, and when the knife in his hand was about to slash his body, he pinched his hand into a hammer, and smashed it forward with a strong wind.

"Bang!"

It's still "Yuanba smashing the hammer", the most ferocious killing move in the Lost Trace Fist! Just one move, this Miyamoto was directly smashed to the sternum, flew upside down, and died on the ground.

This style is so domineering, just like Li Yuanba's real sledgehammer in Romance. A hammer is smashed, even if the enemy can't resist it with a weapon, a hammer down, even people with weapons are shot away, there is no fancy, it is a hammer, no matter where it hits, it is death.

"Miyamoto-kun!"

When the Japanese outside the ring saw this scene, they were stunned for five seconds before they exclaimed, and they all stood up and looked at Xia Yang with the eyes of the dead. If his gaze could kill people, he probably didn't know how many times he would die at this moment!

"Good!"

However, on the side of Jingwumen and under the ring, a cry broke out at the same time.

"Well done, Master Xia, that's it, kill these little Japan!"