The Kikuchi Longbing Army stands on the stage, like a bundle of messy straw in the wind.

What does it mean to not know who to choose? What the hell is stone scissors? This seems to be a competition, right? Why is it so untuned?

In Kikuchi Ryobuye's mind, this competition was cautious and serious, because it not only represents the Qing Gang and the Black Dragon Society, but also represents the game of martial arts culture between China and Japan.

In his opinion, defeating the masters of the Qing Gang will not only build momentum for the Black Dragon Association in the upcoming Hongkou Dojo, which will be built in Shanghai, but also can also well hit the confidence of the Chinese people and kill two birds with one stone.

But he didn't expect that He Zifeng didn't take this matter seriously at all.

"Bageyalu!" Kikuchi Longbingwei finally couldn't help but yell: "He Zifeng! You are blasphemy to a warrior! It is also a blasphemy to this competition. You! You are simply a Chinese pig who doesn't know what respect is!"

"Respect?" He Zifeng turned around suddenly, and his smile disappeared on his face: "Did President Kikuchi say I don't know how to respect?"

As he said that, he pointed at the Eight Great King Kongs below the stage and said in a deep voice: "These are the best children of my Qing Gang. According to the seniority of the gang, I am even younger than them. I send the best children of the Qing Gang to participate in this competition. Isn't it respectful enough? If this is not respectful, then I have to ask President Kikuchi, you will send a letter of war for the first time we meet. Is it so much that you, the so-called warrior, respect us?!"

Kikuchi Longbingwei narrowed his tiger eyes slightly: "I don't think it's a matter of disrespectful people when I put down the war book. On the contrary, it's because I respect you that I put down this war book!"

He Zifeng was about to say something, while Mei Kuzu Takukai, who was sitting in the seat, stood up and waved his hand and said, "Okay, OK, the competition has been halfway through. It doesn't make sense for you to argue like this. This topic will be temporarily stuck. How about we continue the competition?"

Kikuchi Longbingwei snorted heavily.

He Zifeng ignored him and turned around and looked in the stands: "Have you all done anything?"

Xiaoliu and others were stunned and suddenly came to their senses. Several people shouted and stood in a circle of stone scissors, which made Yoshino Aki's face full of acne so gloomy that water could almost drip out.

After a few rounds, Hou Jiu walked onto the stage lightly. He Zifeng looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "Did you win?"

"They never beat me." Hou Jiu's face shone with victory: "I am professional in stone scissors."

He Zifeng was a little speechless.

Yoshino Aki was wearing a black standing collar outfit, while Hou Jiu was wearing a smoke-gray military outfit. The two of them stood on the stage, and the whole atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Yoshino Akira, champion of the Imperial Japanese Karate Competition, Black Belt Third Section!"

He Zifeng looked at Yoshino Akira who was bowing heavily and raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

He Zifeng is still very familiar with the setting of karate levels. Before entering the black belt, there are 9 types of bands, and the black belt is the tenth type. Only those who make great contributions to karate will have this honor.

Entering the black belt is not the end. There are still ten ranks during this period. The setting of ranks is related to age. He Zifeng has reason to believe that Yoshino Akira's fighting ability is definitely very high. The reason for staying in the third rank is probably because of age.

"Monkey, be careful, this person is not simple."

Hou Jiu sneered at the corner of his mouth and clasped his fists at Akira Yoshino: "Qing Gang, Hou Jiu!"

He didn't report anything else, because Hou Jiu felt that those were not important, what was important was...win!

As soon as the words fell, Yoshino Akira kicked the ground with his left foot, and he rushed over straight, without any change in the air. He directly smashed his palm toward Hou Jiu's sky spirit cover.

One move is a killer move!

He Zifeng's eyes narrowed instantly, and he could see that Yoshino Akira had a murderous intention.

When He Zifeng was still studying in Japan, karate was actually called Tangshou. This martial art that was popular in Japan was introduced from China. Later, it was improved and became Tangshou. However, there were already strict rank settings at that time.

After he returned to China, he learned by chance that just one year before Japan invaded China, Tang Shu was officially named Husband.

Yoshino Akira's palm was extremely sharp, with a faint sound of wind.

"childish!"

Hou Jiu smiled coldly. In his opinion, Yoshino Akira's movements were a little slow.

As the force is heavy, the speed will naturally slow down. Hou Jiu understood this principle. When Yoshino Akira's palm was a few centimeters above Hou Jiu's head, Hou Jiu moved.

It was said that it was moving, but it was better to take a step to the side, but just such a simple step, Yoshino Akira's palm knife rubbed against Hou Jiu's sleeve and slashed into the air.

He Zifeng's brows frowned. Although Yoshino Akira's palm did not hit, the thick force was fully reflected. He could not change his moves, but Hou Jiu moved.

His movements were still simple, but he just stepped back, but while taking advantage of this step, Hou Jiu's elbow pushed over, and soon, as fast as thunder!

He Zifeng had reason to believe that if the elbow hit Yoshino Akira's temple, the competition would be over.

But Yoshino Aki is a master of black belt after all, so he did not adjust his movements at all. At the moment when his right palm slashed into the air, he seemed to have expected Hou Jiu's next movement.

His left palm was poked out, which blocked his right face and blocked Hou Jiu's elbow that was as fast as thunder. At the same time, his right palm that was struck by the sky suddenly changed its move, and the same elbow hit him straight to Hou Jiu's waist and ribs.

These few moves were very fast, and the people who were almost at the stage couldn't see clearly what was going on. Hou Jiuru took another step at the beginning, and both of them made a starting move.

The competition seemed to stop suddenly, but the difference was that both of them had a serious expression.

"You're very soon."

"You are not bad, too!"

Hou Jiu sneered: "You are fat and you are still panting, so I'll let you see how good it is!"

A loud shout came from the stage. Hou Jiu kicked the ground with his right foot and pounced over as Yoshino Akira. In an instant, countless claw shadows appeared in the air, layer by layer, and the sound of the wind roared.

The essence of monkey boxing is just two words: fast and tricky.

The claw shadow was just a trick, but Yoshino Akira had to pay attention to it, because no one knew where Hou Jiu's real killer move would appear.

Too dense!

Yoshino Akira had to retreat, but after three steps in a row, the claws followed each other, like maggots on the tarsal bones.

"asshole!"
Chapter completed!