The man in black seemed to have just pushed open the door and came in, and was met with thunderous applause, but he was bluffed, and then "shyly" gently took a half step back.

The scene was eerily quiet.

The host, who has always been sensational and articulate, only opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain it well.

Poof......

A few boys and girls couldn't hold it back.

was young and frivolous, and his laughter was low, and he immediately infected a large area.

Giggles, hee-hee-hee......

The crisp laughter was like the melodious and noisy birdsong in the quiet valley, and it suddenly destroyed the solemn atmosphere created by the wellhead Wunian.

I saw that the man was wearing a tight-fitting black shirt and black pants, a pair of red and black hiking boots under his feet, and a black mesh hood covering his face tightly. If you look closely, you can vaguely see that the hood is divided into two layers, and the inner layer has three holes in the eyes and nostrils.

This look, like the ninja walking in the dark in the comics, was afraid of being recognized, and deliberately put a robbery artifact on his head - fishnet stockings.

Get rid of a clown!

At first sight, Fu Peng was first surprised, and then disappointed.

Judging by his keen eyesight, this man was slender and half a head taller than last night's visitor from hell, not as broad as his shoulders and broad back. The most important thing is that this person's natural spilled true qi is pitifully weak, similar to that of a samurai who has just cultivated Tuna and has a trace of qi.

It stands to reason that there is a risk of being beaten up in such a "Qingqi" costume when walking through the streets and alleys, and it should be changed in the hall or exhibition hall, studio, or rest place outside the exit. There was a lot of security outside, and there was no movement, indicating that the play may have been a funny show installed in the middle of the meeting to ease the tension.

Fu Peng thought so.

Others think so.

Speaking of them, the two Black Dragon Society guards closest to the exit only knew hehehe, and they didn't know how to come forward and arrest people.

Even Funakoshi thought so.

But he reviewed the meeting process, recalled that there was no episode for a while, and turned his head suspiciously to find the leader in charge of coordination in the back row, only to see that the man was looking at him blankly.

It is worthy of the old rivers and lakes, and after a few brief discussions between the two, they felt that something was wrong.

There is no such tall man in the Black Dragon Society, and the little minion is definitely not so bold to fight for the position, he must be an unexpected outsider. Ya actually dressed up like this, obviously full of hostility.

"Let me take a look......" The leader was shocked and took the initiative to ask.

"Well, it's ...... too"

Funakoshi responded vaguely, and suddenly heard Tokugawa Duaaki snorting coldly beside him, and suddenly his whole body was excited, and he hurriedly changed his words: "Let Kameda go...... Salute first, then soldier. ”

What is he Funakose? Just a hunting dog of Tokugawa-sama. Now Tokugawa Duaaki doubts the Black Dragon Society's ability to do things, so he can only use thunder to stifle the anomaly and extinguish the anger of the prince.

A stocky man stepped out of the third row of the Black Dragon Society's phalanx.

This person is no more than 1.63 meters tall by sight, rosacea, Rendanhu, with a convex chin, looped legs, a strong upper body, and knee-length arms. If you crawl on all fours, it's no different than a baboon.

This is the most ferocious thug of the Black Dragon Society - Mad Dog Kameda.

Yokota Oka was deified, and with the exception of a few who harbored hatred like Yagyu Shizumo, most Fuso samurai still admired him. If nothing else, Yokota Oka fights in the ring in a dignified manner, does not play tricks, does not play tricks, and lives and dies, it cannot but be admired.

As for Kameda, as a karate black belt 9th dan, he will do everything to win, regardless of faith and shame, and even the Black Dragon Society itself is unwilling to deal with him.

He also experienced brutal battles when he became famous, but no one remembers, only one thing, challenging karate master Sakata Eio.

Sakata Eio is over fifty years old, and his superb skills make up for his lack of physical strength, and he has never lost against the younger generation of young people. At that time, Kameda had just been promoted to a ninth dan black belt and won the right to challenge the "Battle of Honor", the last battle to pay tribute to Sakata Eio before he returned to the background.

No one expected that at the pre-war press conference, in full view of everyone, this thing took the opportunity to shake hands with the old grandmaster and suddenly made a difficulty, shaking the opponent's palm alive. Naturally, the "Battle of Honor" could not be held, Sakata Eio was desolate and hidden, and Kameda was notoriety all over the world.

From that day on, no one wanted to shake his hand again.

After this product became a thug of the Black Dragon Society, he destroyed the hall, seized the treasure, killed and maimed countless people, and even did not let go when the other party begged for mercy. If Yokota Oka represents the masquerade of the Black Dragon Society's sunshine, this item represents the other side, the yin.

He has all the kung fu in his hands, can pinch and burst stones, and it is said that he has even pinched and burst human skulls. The shortcomings are also obvious, the attack power of the legs and feet is slightly inferior, and the movement in a large area is not fast enough.

Seeing Kameda's end, people from several clubs glared angrily. When he walked up to the man in black and nodded and stretched out his right arm, a teenager even stood up and folded his hands into a trumpet shape and shouted, "Be careful, don't shake hands."

This is the grandson of Sakata Eio, sitting alone in a small pile with eight clansmen. After the old grandmaster came to an abrupt end, the Sakata family completely declined. This time, the Black Dragon will be recruited, but in fact, if you don't want to come, you don't dare not come.

The man in black glanced at it slightly, probably didn't hear clearly, didn't make a sound, and calmly stretched out his palm.

The fingers are slender, the skin is fair and delicate, and the lines are soft and graceful, like a jade carving work of art.

Ay...... Several old men shook their heads and sighed.

As soon as the mad dog Kameda came out of the scene, they guessed that the man in black was not arranged by the Black Dragon Society, but might be a performance artist. Isn't it common for football matches to run naked? Where you can't perform, if you choose such an occasion, you will definitely not be able to escape from being beaten badly. I hope that the mad dog will see so many people witness, and don't beat people to death and mutilate.

Kameda showed a sinister smile, and his big hairy palm grasped the other party, for fear of retracting it.

The crowd held their breath......

Hey, why don't you see that person crying out in pain? Instead, Kameda roared "wow" in his mouth, and his arm muscles swelled, and then he jumped and trembled, and his voice was raised, and he couldn't tell whether he was in luck or dying.

The man in black was expressionless, of course, he couldn't see it if he had an expression, but his fingers were closed.

Everyone was dumbfounded to see that Kameda's palm, which was only one size smaller than a table tennis racket, had become significantly smaller and continued to get smaller...... Then a string of small "clatters" sounded out, and blood leaked sideways, drop by drop......

As a nineth-dan black belt in karate, Kameda certainly doesn't have a lot of power. Ya's right arm was pulled, but she couldn't move at all, but dragged herself forward, and immediately relayed sideways, and her left palm struck the elbow joint of the opponent's right arm like lightning. Such a vicious trick is forbidden in a regular game, and one move can waste a person's arm, and it is not good to catch it.

At the same time, Ya's right knee was raised and hit the opponent's lower abdomen. The two movements are done in one go, fast and fast, and the connection is seamless. The man in black seemed to have no choice but to retreat.

In the next second, everyone's eyes were opened, vividly interpreting a concise and popular truth in martial arts, what is a force to ten meetings!

He just tugged.

No matter whether you give you a high five or a knee hit, after being dragged hard, they all go out of shape and fall short.

He is tall and Kameda is short. The drag was like an adult dragging a child from front of him to his back, and the force was so strong that the soles of the opponent's feet dragged the ground.

And then......

He actually slammed Kameda over his head from behind like a windmill and smashed it back in front of him.

That's a bunch of protein weighing 200 pounds!

Tong......

There was a muffled sound.

Everyone's hearts were pounding.

The black belt with nine sections of the black belt that made people talk about it was lying on the ground like a toad, and he was smashed and shook his head, his right palm trembled and oozing blood, and his right arm was stiff and stiff, and he didn't know if he had dislocated.

Damn, it's nothing more than hanging rag dolls!

This scene was too unexpected, too weird, and too shocking.

Many people have their mouths wide open, unable to regain their senses.

There were only a few boys and girls who couldn't help but applaud, which stimulated people's nerves.

Kameda's fierceness is well deserved, so let's take a good rest when it's like this. No, the girl screamed like a pig in her mouth, and with a strong force on her left hand and feet, she jumped up from the ground.

He is fierce, and the man in black is even more fierce.

He's fast, and the man in black is faster.

With just one kick, he stepped on his head to the ground, and rubbed it vigorously, so that Ya's mouth just happened to be seamlessly connected to the floor, and he couldn't make a loud sound.

Kameda rises with his buttocks, kicks his legs and feet, and slams his opponent's right ankle with his left fist.

It's useless, it's useless to do anything.

In the silence, the man in black stepped on the other's head and let it writhe like a bug, took out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket, tapped his finger at two points, and then stood up towards the field.

The mechanical and pure Fuso voice sounded.

"From now on, you are all hostages. You can call the police and ask for help, but you can't move around. Note that if you don't move, you won't die. ”

This should be a not-so-advanced translation software, with no flat tone, no accent, light bass, no inhibition, no emotion, and a murderous aura.

"From now on, you are all hostages. You can call the police and ask for help, but you can't move around. Note that if you don't move, you won't die. ”

When the electronic voice was played for the second time, Funakoshi rose up and pointed at the man in black and scolded:

"This is a foreign spy, yes, yes, it must be a Huaxia cultivator...... I'm here to spy on the secrets of my Daifuso bushido. Everyone went up together and destroyed him. ”

As a long time, Funakoshise's response is not unpleasant. Seeing that Kameda was messed up, and the other party was not easy to mess with, he immediately threw out the big hat of national emotion and shouted at other clubs and schools to stand side by side.

The boys and girls looked at the little stars and whispered.

The bigwigs of various clubs and schools looked at their noses and noses, as if they had suddenly settled down.

Cut, your Black Dragon Sect wants to dominate the rivers and lakes, we don't have the strength to oppose it, and we still help you to be a thug, dreaming! Although the man in black is masked, the bridge of his nose is high and he can't hide it, he must be of the Western race. It doesn't matter what kind of black cat and white cat he is, he is a good cat to destroy this "martial arts conference".

Even the subordinates of the Black Dragon Society did not move.

The main reason is that the man in black is too aggressive and domineering, and he actually crushes the mad dog Kameda as a worm. Oh my god, it's scary, it's so cruel...... I don't have the ability, the bigwigs eat meat and drink soup. This kind of face-showing thing should still be on the big guy. Besides, the president didn't order me to go up, but he told everyone to go up, and I just followed behind.

For......

For......

For......

Wellguchi, who had been staying at the scene, had no thoughts.

Because no one told him to go down, the thing stayed where it was, but now it rushed to the exit.

One-step......

2 Steps......

Step 3...... Rise into the air, draw your sword, and discard your sheath.

Woo......

The sound of the fierce wind sounded half a beat late.

It was as if the sun was falling suddenly, and it was as cold as frost.

The bright sword light filled every subtle corner of the venue, making it difficult for people to breathe and their liver and gallbladder to be broken.

"Phi, Phi, Phi...... Cloak Slash!"

An old man screamed, his gray beard trembling.