Yasuki Tanaka specializes in Jiu-Jitsu. Among them, his "body skills" and "random taking" are superb. Tanaka's master used to praise him in public in the past. It is a real practical school that has not been out for thirty years.

Judo is endlessly varied. Among them, "dang body skill" can be understood as punching and kicking. Vacate and other means. It's not Mongolian wrestling as it is commonly understood. If used well. It's a very lethal skill. As for "random taking", it is roughly a bit of an American sanda.

It can be said that it is good at fighting these two points. It's very different from ordinary judo.

But.

But Yasuki Tanaka didn't use the skills he was good at. Instead, he stood quietly. Such as the old monk into the set. Look at Destiny. Half a day without moving.

He is the one who shouts for war. He is the one who does not fight. It's a strange situation.

Qu Yong stepped aside. Come to Japan these days. It's the first time I've met such an opponent. I can't help but arouse great interest. He touched his nose and guessed, "If I'm not wrong. This Tanaka has learned the lessons of the previous ones. I know that Uncle Shi has never taken the initiative to take action. I thought Uncle Xiao was the kind of guy who was good at defending and counterattacking. People who are not good at taking the initiative to attack. So he also took a close. forced Uncle Xiao to strike first. put yourself at the disadvantage of the other party."

Destiny has excellent patience when fighting. He wasn't the slightest bit irritable. On the contrary, he also looked at Yasuki Tanaka with interest. Suddenly he turned his head away. asked Qu Yong: "You have also seen a lot. Say something."

Qu Yong shrugged. "It's very simple. His heart is empty." He's now completely used to the black clothes on his body. There is no problem at all to make some small movements such as shrugging your shoulders and touching your nose.

"Hmm." Destiny is not denied. Obviously, I agree with Qu Yong's point of view.

They converse in Japanese. Yasuki Tanaka understood perfectly. But he didn't seem to hear it at all. Very calm.

Qu Yong said again: "If I stand in the position of my uncle. I'll make a shot."

"Oh."

"The enemy is timid. Why don't I go in.."

"Drink." Then Tanaka Yasujo took advantage of the destiny of heaven to speak again. The moment when the inner strength is not pure. Suddenly moved. I saw that his moves were extremely strange. Hit the ground overhead. Put your hands on the ground." Hula. His legs roared with a burst of air. Flip it up.

Tanaka actually used his legs as a knife strike. There was a drag on the leg knife. It smells like a hacksaw. It's not a raw split. Rather, it is to be sawed. Saws the enemy in half.

There are also quite a few leg knives in traditional Chinese martial arts. But all with a sharp line. It is rare for a judo master to change the "saw" strike in the "body skill" to a leg knife.

This kind of "dragging knife" is no weaker than the real Dagang saw. Anything that is going to be sawn up like that. It's definitely a peel of flesh. Broken bones.

"I'll go..."Qu Yong saw this. Also admire the imagination of this Japanese. He knows very well that every time he kills someone, he will take the other party's Baihui acupoint. Whether it's out of arrogance or eccentricity. This all gives the Japanese a message. Protect your head. That's why Yasuki Tanaka came up with such a weird trick. Make a head for a foot. Attack with legs.

The flaws in this trick are undoubtedly huge. Moreover, the world will be seen in the opposite way from the feet and the head down. The battle between the masters lies in the first line. Yasuki Tanaka has put himself to death for the next life.

But Destiny will not give him a chance to survive. He stomped his foot on the ground. The huge dojo was shaken out with a "boom" sound and a bang.

That Kanjo Tanaka originally had his head on the ground. The pop barely burst his eardrums. Suddenly dizzy. Qi and blood imbalance. This so-called trick has really become a "trick".

Then Destiny drew a circle with his left hand. Gently and skillfully gathered Tanaka Yasuko's two quick legs in one hand. Lifted up like a chicken. The two legs, which were as sharp as chainsaws, were lifted up almost without resistance. The tip of the right foot has gone to the "Baihui point" on his head.

Who knows that Kanjo Tanaka although his feet are restrained. He twisted his waist. The skull had slammed into the lower abdomen of Destiny with all its might like a goat's horn. Such a reaction. It's not fast. Not agile.

But. The difference in strength between the two is too great.

Yasuki Tanaka is nothing more than a master at the peak level of chemical strength. He didn't get into Danjin. And the Mandate of Heaven has already broken through Dan Jin. Gang Jin. It is quite possible that the supreme state of not being bad has been reached. Already a "fairy" on land.

Such a gap. Not any trick can make up for it. Moreover, the martial arts skills of the Mandate of Heaven are not weaker than anyone else's. He opened his mouth like a whale swallowing and took a wild breath. He sucked the head that hit him with his lower abdomen.

This hit by Kanjo Tanaka. I just feel like I'm hitting 10,000 catties of cotton. The other party was not injured in any way. He was startled and wanted to retreat. But it was too late. Destiny violently "exhaled" and spit out the turbid breath in his abdomen. The belly, which was as soft as cotton, was suddenly as hard as iron. Tanaka Yasushi's head was shattered with such a "bang". Blood spurted out of the seven orifices. The death was miserable.

A dignified master. Vulnerable as a tomato at the hands of Destiny. Pinch gently. It exploded.

Compared to the absolute strength of the Mandate of Heaven. Qu Yong is more interested in its circle. That circle is so mysterious. No matter what kind of kung fu the opponent has. What a strength. As long as he makes a light shot. You can keep it in the palm of your hand.

"King Kong Circle." Qu Yong looked at it. Such a name popped into my mind. In Journey to the West. Taishan Laojun has a magic weapon. Extremely sharp. Once sacrificed, it can suck away all the weapons in the world. Including Monkey King's golden hoop stick. The Hot Wheels of the Third Prince of Nezha. All kinds of magic weapons of wind, thunder, fire and electricity. Even the magic weapon of the Buddha is also collected. It's simply invincible.

And today this left hand of destiny draws a circle. It seems to be like this.

"Do you see that?" Destiny flipped and tossed again. Throw Tanaka Yasuko's nearly 10.8 meter body casually. Fly out of Xu Yuan. It just hangs on the big gold signboard of the "Xingzhi Dojo". It seems that there is an extra piece of decorative material out of thin air.

His words were for Qu Yong. The latter did not answer directly. This question he has asked himself countless times in his heart. He closed his eyes. Recall the trick over and over again. That move wasn't fast. The strength is not great. There is only one feature. It's round. Very, very round. Near-perfect circle.

This is mathematically impossible. A perfect circle cannot be drawn with a bare hand. This is especially true for those who have played with art. Nowadays, the most common way to draw a circle is to draw a straight line, and use the straight line to cut until it becomes a circle. But no matter how round it looks in the end. The essence is still a very short straight line.

But. The circle of Destiny is different. He really drew the perfect circle.

Qu Yong's gaze was so sharp. His eyes were dark enough to concentrate on looking. Even if it's a fly that flies by. He could also make out the texture on its wings. But he couldn't see the hand of destiny drawing straight lines. What he sees is a circle. Every inch. Every point is a circle. He's seen it more than once. Still can't see it.

His eyes tightened the closer he shut. Finally the forehead is sweat. Palm. Foot soles. The vest is all sweaty.

"Waste." Destiny snorted coldly. Wake up Qu Yong. He walked out of the gate with his hands on his back.

"Little uncle..."Qu Yong frowned and stomped his foot fiercely. He had always been praised for his great talent. I am also very confident in myself. But he is in the face of destiny. Always feel like a fool. I have no choice but to blame him, this little uncle is a peerless genius who has not been born for hundreds of years. I'm afraid anyone would be dwarfed by that. Wasn't his master Tianyi the best example back then?

Not to mention that Yasuki Tanaka was killed. His apprentice, Kishisara, followed the instructions in his letter and quickly headed southeast. Sleeping in the open air all the way. This young man is handless. But he's smart and clever. It's nice to be able to take care of yourself.

After he escaped that day. The envelope was painted with a rudimentary map. The end of the map is this small fishing village in front of you on the waterfront. This fishing village is so small that it doesn't have an official name on the official map.

Kishisara looks at the white waves on the seashore. I can't help but feel bitter for a while. The sea view is beautiful. But he really didn't have the heart to appreciate it. In the past few days, he has repeatedly thought about his master, Yasuki Tanaka, asking him to find this only savior. Who is a man with the word "defeat" tattooed on his face. Right now. He's already thought of it.

Japan says it's not big. Say it's not small. There are many talents in the martial arts world. Available for nearly a hundred years. To say that the real peerless master. There are only three. The first is naturally guarding the Chrysanthemum Dynasty for more than sixty years. I don't see the first guard of the world. The second is the 1,000-person beheading during World War II. Kotaro Kamiya. As for the third. It's the Hokkaido red-clothed guest. The first person will only be by the side of His Majesty the Emperor of Great Japan. I don't know if I'm alive or dead. The third person in red, because of the strong practice of the fake one-vein true metaphor. After being paralyzed, he was injured by the copper-faced man. It then fell into the hands of Watanabe Hideki. Life and death are unknown.

So this man with tattoos on his face will only be Kotaro Kamiya.

"Legend has it that this man has killed countless people. Horrors. Why is there a tattoo on the face? Could this be the reason for his retirement?"

"The sunset in the sky. Thousands of golden waves. A thousand sails have passed. There's none worth a look. It's better to have this grilled fish in my hand." I don't know when. Just on the shore, Sara looked at the sea infatuatedly. When you refuse to go to the village to find someone. There was a man in the distance. Moaning in the mouth. The beautiful scenery of the seaside sets off his figure as if he is in a painting.

And this man was followed by another person. The man also had a grilled fish in his hand. While eating, he said, "Phew. You say this grilled fish is delicious. I said that grilled fish is not delicious. You say the view is not as good as grilled fish. I would say that the view is better than the grilled fish..."

"Ahh You're the man." The man before said helplessly: "From childhood to adulthood. You're going against me for everything. I say one. You say two. I said no. You said yes. My name is Gongsun Delicious. Your name is Gongsun and don't eat. How could I have a brother like you.."

It turned out that these two men were brothers. The name is also very strange. The younger brother Gongsun didn't eat and said, "You don't like me to be your brother. I just like you to be my brother."