The number of masters participating in this unlimited fighting tournament is very rare, only a few dozen.

Moreover, as soon as they got into the ring, everyone had no scruples about making a move, and they were completely beating each other to death.

Basically, when you lose a game, you also lose your life, either you die or I live.

It can be said that the end of each game represents the death of one master, or even the death of two masters.

Burst!

Zhang Dishi's fingers were like swords, like poking grapes, piercing into the eyes of a Muay Thai master, directly tearing off his eyeballs.

This pale-faced living dead man is extremely ruthless and vicious, and as soon as he strikes, he will either die or be injured.

The Muay Thai master who lost his eyes suddenly became a headless fly, and he didn't know where to hit at all. This game soon turned into a game of cat and mouse for Zhang Dishi, and he played it to death.

Paroyev was equally fierce, honed in the ice and snow of Siberia for many years, making his physical strength to an astonishing degree.

This humanoid hairy bear, stepping out of the ring dozens of meters away, tens of thousands of square meters, for him, is like the size of a toilet, can go back and forth at will, playing with each other between the palms.

His opponent was a yoga master from India, with dark skin and a lean body, and the whole person looked like a stretched rubber man.

Whenever Paroyev attacked with ferocity, the yoga master twisted his body and avoided it at an exaggerated angle.

His defense was very tight, and he didn't know how many dangerous kills he dodged.

It's a pity that this yoga master has too few means of attack, and his only strength is only to use the flexibility of his body to dodge various attacks from his opponent.

This method may still be effective against others, and the opponent's physical strength will be exhausted. However, when facing Paroyev, it seemed that he had killed himself.

Because Paroyev's physical strength is more than ten or even twenty times that of ordinary people, he can continue to attack, like a tireless fighting machine, which cannot be stopped at all.

In the end, it was the Indian yoga master who was consumed alive, bleeding from the seven orifices and twisting his body into a ball of twisted flowers, looking strange and ridiculous.

At the end of the first round, there were less than twenty masters left.

In the ring, the two masters entered the arena again, Zhang Dishi of the Southwest Corpse Chasing Sect, against Miyamoto Nozo of the Japanese Lecture Hall.

As the birthplace of Japanese judo, Kodokan at that time Jigoro Kano fused the great jiu-jitsu skills of Fukuda Hachinosuke's Tenjin Shinyangryu and Ikubo Hengnian to create today's judo, which is mainly based on throwing skills, solid skills, and body skills.

After hundreds of years of development, judo has become one of the three major schools of martial arts in Japan.

Miyamoto Nozo, as a judo red belt master of the Kodokan, his judo kung fu is completely different from those athletes in the Olympics.

Raymond of the Gracie family, compared with Miyamoto Nozo, is more than a grade behind.

After all, one is orthodox judo, and the other is just an overseas branch of judo, and the gap is as huge as the trunk and branches of a tree.

"Chinese, I know what you cultivate. Crooked and evil ways, evil arts that do not form a climate, are destined to be impossible to defeat the pure judo of my preaching hall. Miyamoto said in pure Chinese.

The older generation of Japanese martial artists have a very deep study of Chinese culture. Many domestic experts can't understand ancient books, but they can memorize them backwards.

"When the old man debuted to cultivate, your grandfather hadn't ejaculated yet!

Zhang Dishi, who looked young and had pale skin, stood with his hands in his hands, and in a gentle and gentle tone, he uttered an extremely ugly mockery.

Miyamoto Nozo is just sixty years old this year, both in strength and generation, he is a high-status judo master, but he was humiliated in front of a Chinese who looked young.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his face became very ugly.

Even in the preaching hall, no one dared to talk to him like that!

"Stupid Chinese, do you know that you have committed a capital crime? Now kneel down and apologize to me, to my grandfather, to Judo, to Great Japan, and to kowtow ninety-nine times in a row, and I can still keep you a whole corpse!"

Miyamoto stood there with his hands and feet outstretched, his tall body like a ferocious giant spider, ready to hunt in the web.

"Hmph, killing you is like slaughtering a dog!"

Zhang Dishi didn't pay attention to Miyamoto Nozo's provocation at all, but shot directly, and his thin figure, like an ape in the jungle, kept flashing in the open ring, like a ghost, and quickly approached.

Yikes!

Mori Bai flashed sharply.

Miyamoto Nozo's snow-white robe was cut open with a large gap, revealing five scarlet blood marks.

It was Zhang Dishi's fingernails, which were an inch long and as sharp as a knife, leaving a paw print on Miyamoto Nozo's body.

"This is the strength of your preaching hall, is it too weak?"

Zhang Dishi was clutching a rag in his hand, which had been stained red with blood, which had been grabbed from Miyamoto Nozo's body, and there were still some pieces of flesh and blood left in his fingernails.

"You Chinese martial arts used to pay attention to 'blood masculinity, avoiding evil and exorcism'. What is said is that the real martial arts masters, their qi and blood are like wolf smoke, masculine like the scorching sun, wherever they go, the demons and monsters will all retreat, and they dare not approach at all. ”

"Although I have not yet cultivated to the realm of 'qi and blood like wolf smoke, soaring straight into the sky, masculine like the scorching sun, shining on the earth', but it is not much worse, you actually dare to attack me at close range? Stupid, really stupid, it is like a moth to a fire, killing yourself!"

Miyamoto Nozo has studied Chinese culture for many years, and every sentence of ancient sayings, idioms, is almost at his fingertips, if it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a red belt uniform in judo, people who didn't know would think he was an expert in ancient Chinese and a university professor.

Moreover, between words, his body shook, and a fiery and intense aura emanated.

The temperature around his body rose sharply, as if a humanoid fire was burning, and the air around him was distorted.

"Huh?"

At this time, Zhang Dishi suddenly discovered that all the nails on the five fingers of the palm he had just attacked were rapidly melting and disappearing as if they were corroded by sulfuric acid.

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