Eight Japanese warriors all stepped forward and surrounded Zheng Feng.

Zheng Feng saw the situation clearly and knew that these Japanese were already angry and were not ready to follow the rules.

Of course, it may not be that the rules are not followed. After all, the rules are set by the Japanese, and they say whatever they say.

"What, I can't fight one on one, are you going to play a group fight? Your Bushido spirit is really admirable." Zheng Feng stopped beating and kicked the Japanese warrior under his feet away.

The eight Japanese warriors were blushed when he said it, but they were unable to argue.

"You did too much in the Chinese people. Aida and Sano Jun have been defeated, but you still torture them with this method. As samurai of the Great Japanese Empire, we will never allow you to trample on their dignity." One person shouted.

"Why do you have to explain to him that the Chinese courts were defeated. They were just a group of slaves. As long as they were obedient, they could not stay if they dared to resist." Another man whispered.

Inoue frowned when he heard this, but it quickly stretched out.

Yes, the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire only worshiped the strong, and the Qing Dynasty court had already defeated them, so the two sides were not on the same level.

For the weak, they have no reason to sympathize with them, and they don’t have to tell them any morals and rules. The strong determine the life and death of the weak, which has been the case since ancient times.

After figuring this out, the eight Japanese warriors looked at each other and all attacked Zheng Feng.

Zheng Feng was besieged by eight people, and the pressure was unimaginable. After all, two fists could not match four hands. He didn't have many pairs of eyes or arms. When he hit him, he was injured soon.

Zheng Feng was anxious. These eight Japanese warriors were not weak and they all took the destruction. The move was fatal. If he could not escape in time, he would probably be exhausted by them on the ring.

As for surrendering and admitting defeat, Zheng Feng felt it was useless. He deposed the two Japanese warriors and offended them fiercely. The Japanese would definitely not accept his surrender. Moreover, Zheng Feng would not surrender to the Japanese even if he complied with his original intention. Who made him have such a little angry young man?

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Feng had fought with the Japanese warriors for more than a dozen rounds, and both sides attacked and defended each other, but Zheng Feng suffered even more losses and suffered more injuries.

After all, when he takes a heavy move, other Japanese warriors will take action to stop him, and when Japanese warriors take a heavy move, other Japanese warriors will cooperate to stop him. In this case, he dare not do his best and must leave three points of strength to adapt to the situation.

In addition to his strong strength, the eight Japanese warriors on the ring also have their own fields of expertise, such as those who are good at swordsmanship, those who are good at length, those who are good at sneak attacks, and one is also sumo wrestling with an amazing weight and born with divine power. Zheng Feng's fists and feet fell on him had no effect.

There are attacks, defenses, right and strangeness, and the eight Japanese warriors happened to form a complementary trend, which made Zheng Feng unable to grasp their weaknesses to target them.

After another round of fight, Zheng Feng was injured again. This time he spit out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.

"Chinese people, aren't you very good at fighting? Why? It's not possible now? We still have many methods that are useless." The Japanese warrior laughed.

Zheng Feng sniffed, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and sneered: "Without anyone's protection, I can hit ten trash like you with one punch!"

"Baga!" The Japanese warriors changed their colors, as if they were greatly insulted. They suddenly left the team and rushed towards Zheng Feng alone.

This was not entirely out of anger and reckless behavior, but that he thought that Zheng Feng had suffered such severe injuries and was no longer able to fight again. If he continued to stab, Zheng Feng would undoubtedly die. At that time, more than half of the credit for killing Zheng Feng would fall on him.

Other Japanese warriors also thought of this, but they were one step too late to take action. It was too late to chase after him, so they could only stand in disappointment and watch their teammates harvest the fruits.

When Zheng Feng saw the other party stepping forward, a gleam flashed in his eyes. He looked at his position again, which happened to be the edge of the ring. The two swords and swords he had put down before were on his heels.

"It seems that there is another one to kill!" Zheng Feng exhaled, holding his breath and waiting for it.

"Kill!" The Japanese warrior arrived at this time, and his fists and fingered the tiger to shoot out a spike of about an inch long, pounding Zheng Feng's face and chest.

"Be careful!" Two screams burst out from the ring, reminding Zheng Feng to pay attention to the Japanese warrior's finger tiger.

Zheng Feng naturally saw it, but he didn't move, and his entire attention was focused on his right foot.

If someone can see the airflow with his naked eyes, he will definitely see that Zheng Feng's entire right leg is wrapped in a high-rotating airflow. This is the power fluctuation that only occurs when he injects all his energy into his right leg.

The Japanese warriors did not cultivate their internal strength, so they naturally could not detect this surging undercurrent. When he swung his fist and pointed the sharp teeth on the tiger were about to pierce Zheng Feng's chest, Zheng Feng moved.

He stepped on the ground with one foot, knocking four weapons off the ground, and at the same time he grabbed the dagger with both hands and stabbed forward at an extremely fast speed.

The Japanese warrior was caught off guard and was penetrated by two short swords, but his finger tiger also fell on Zheng Feng.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The Japanese warrior fell heavily, and Zheng Feng was also bombarded by his last force.

The onlookers said intimately, "It's over." Zheng Daxia was seriously injured by the Japanese and was dead this time.

However, the Japanese warrior on the ring changed drastically and shouted anxiously: "Stop him! Take him back!"

Yes, they had seen Zheng Feng's strategy. He deliberately took the punch to stay away from the ring with the help of this force.

At this time, he had already succeeded. The power of the Japanese warrior's last blow was indeed extraordinary. After breaking three of his ribs, he also successfully sent him more than ten meters away.

The Japanese waiting around the ring had already moved when they heard the order, but there were hundreds of onlookers who could not get close to each other for a while.

"The green mountains remain unchanged, the green water flows forever, Japan warriors, we will have a date later!"

Zheng Feng also did not dare to neglect. Although he had escaped from the Japanese, it did not mean that there was no danger. He suppressed his injuries, left a loud laugh, and flew away from the crowd with light skills, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"The abominable Chinese people actually ran away. What a coward!" The seven Japanese warriors on the ring were so angry that they cursed, but no one would pay attention to them. Zheng Feng fought ten people hard and escaped calmly. He was the real winner, the uncrowned king.

But Zheng Feng fell off the arena, avoided the Japanese search, and found a dry well to drill into the wound to recuperate.

He was seriously injured this time, and his ribs were broken, so he was very inconvenient to move. If he could not treat his injuries quickly, it would be difficult for him to leave Zhongzhou.

"Zheng Daxia, Zheng Daxia, are you here?"

Suddenly, a familiar cry came from the well above Zheng Feng's head.

Zheng Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and a fierce light flashed deep in his eyes.

This shouting person is a servant who sets the rhythm on the ring.

"I didn't go to settle the score with you. Instead, you came to your door by yourself. Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Zheng Feng said to himself, then he supported the well wall with both hands and climbed up like a gecko.

Pointing his head out, Zheng Feng saw the servant not far from the dry well, facing his back to him, holding something in his hand, and looked down from time to time.

Zheng Feng lifted his anger and jumped behind the servant, grabbed the other party's joint with "Grasher Hand" and locked him under him.

"Say, who are you!"

The servant was suddenly restrained and was extremely shocked, but when he heard Zheng Feng's voice, he calmed down again.

"Xia Zheng, it's me. I took you to the ring today. Did you forget?"

Zheng Feng snorted coldly: "Of course I haven't forgotten. What you said on the ring made me offend the Japanese very much. I only asked you once, what are your intentions?"

"Zheng Daxia, I'm wronged!" the servant shouted: "Zheng Daxia, no one knows your reputation in Zhongzhou, and no one knows it. Everyone knows that you are a real hero. The most powerful hero, for the country and the people, the Japanese invaded our Qing Dynasty, and then set up a campaign in Zhongzhou to provoke our Zhongzhou warriors. You spoke early in the morning to deal with them. I am completely building momentum for you."

After hearing this, Zheng Feng raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that his character would say such things.

The greatest hero is to serve the country and the people.

This is nothing wrong with saying it, but it is also a bit arrogant.

No matter how good his martial arts are, he is afraid of kitchen knives. What's more, the Japanese came with guns and cannons. His small body and a lead ball can kill him.

Besides, what's the use of defeating Japanese warriors alone? The court did not cheer up and did not fight back. Even if he defeated all Japanese warriors and boosted his morale, he would eventually become a slave.

If you really want to be a hero who serves the country and the people, it is useless to show off your courage for a while. The correct way is to submit to the court, join the army, and lead a large army to fight.

After thinking for a while, the servant started shouting again: "Xia Zheng, let's talk about it carefully. Can you let me go first?"

Zheng Feng hesitated for a moment and let the servant go. After all, he spoke in his own role, and Zhan Shu was also under the role. The servant just acted as a errand and propaganda. Even if it brought him a certain danger, it was understandable that he would not die of sin.

"You go, don't bother me." Zheng Feng said.

The servant blinked: "How could that happen!"

The servant said, "Xia Zheng, you are injured now and have difficulty moving. The Japanese are looking for you all over the streets. It is very dangerous. I think I'd better find a place for you to heal you. You will leave after the injury is healed."

This was exactly what Zheng Feng said, but he still had a grudge against the servant and did not dare to believe the other party completely, so he said, "No, it's just a minor injury, you'd better leave."

"But……"

The servant was about to say something, suddenly, two figures jumped out of the alley and walked towards Zheng Feng.

"Sir Zheng!"

Two figures stopped not far away, clasping their fists at the same time.

"It's you." Zheng Feng was a little surprised. These two people were the girls who borrowed his sword.

"How do you know I'm here?" Zheng Feng asked.

The two women looked at each other and said embarrassedly: "We are following you all the way."

"You are following me?" Zheng Feng's face darkened and he became alert.

Seeing this, the two girls knew that Zheng Feng had misunderstood and quickly explained: "Don't get it wrong, Zheng Daxia, you saved our senior brother and were chased by the Japanese again, so we naturally cannot ignore it."

"So you are here to help me? But there is no need, I don't need anyone else's help." Zheng Feng also rejected them.

To be honest, he is seriously injured now, so it is best to treat him immediately, but the premise is that he must send these people away and find a safe place to heal the wound. Otherwise, one of the three people will have a ulterior motive and reveal his whereabouts, and the Japanese army will probably be coming immediately.

"Xia Zheng, you have destroyed two Japanese warriors and destroyed their plan to suppress the Qing martial arts world. They will never let you go easily. Now all the Japanese in Zhongzhou have moved, and it is no longer safe here. You must leave as soon as possible." The two women said anxiously.

"Hey, I said you two didn't have ears or something? Zheng Daxia asked you to leave, why are you still talking nonsense here? You are leaving Zhongzhou? All the Japanese have already dispatched, and there must be heavy troops guarding each city gate. How can you go out? You want Zheng Daxia to die!" Before Zheng Feng could speak, the servant jumped out first.

"Who are you?" The second woman looked at the servant and frowned.

"I am a person who admires Zheng Daxia, and I will never let you harm Zheng Daxia." The servant said.

"Zheng Daxia is our savior, how could we harm him? The reason why we say that is that we have a way to leave the city." The second woman said.

"oh?"
To be continued...