Chapter 22 My name is Wang Chao, come to kick the hall
Hey ha, hey ha, hey hey ha...
The sky was getting slightly brighter, and the sound of many disciples training could be heard in the Yokoye Martial Arts Hall.
The lights outside the martial arts hall were turned off, the door opened, and two disciples came out holding brooms and yawning.
Something tripped under their feet, and when they looked down, they immediately collapsed to the ground and screamed.
"Here comes someone, something happened!"
…
Two corpses were placed in the hall. Shiro Tianshan, the owner of the Yokono Martial Arts Hall, and several senior officials were surrounding the bodies to examine them.
"Kitano Takeshi was grabbed by the head by something, and then his skull was crushed by a huge force and he died. It was initially judged that it was a hand, but it was difficult to complete without huge force.
Saburo Inoue died from a heavy blow to his back. All the bones and organs in his upper body were shattered. Judging from the dents on his skin, it was also a hand.
Based on comprehensive inferences, there was such a master with great power who beat the two of them to death."
Deputy head Nishijima Hei, who is proficient in medical skills, came to a conclusion.
"Huh! What a good idea!"
A senior executive stood up: "I don't think there is any need to discuss it. The people from the Tang Sect must have understood our plan. They killed Kitano Takeshi and Ida Mori and sent them over overnight to humiliate us. I propose to kill them immediately and kill the Tang Sect people."
Catch them all in one go.”
"I agree!"
"Let's do it this way. The person who killed Tang Clan will avenge the two disciples!"
"What are you waiting for? Just copy the guy!"
The crowd was outraged and everyone responded.
"Wait a minute, Ye Xuan must be notified about this matter. After all, he was the one who killed the people in the Tang Sect. We cannot just let our martial arts school take the blame. The other two disciples who died must be compensated." The gym owner Tianshan Shiro said.
"Master, just forget about the compensation, Ye Xuan is not easy to mess with." Nishijima Bingwei said.
"Then we can't be taken advantage of. You go call him and ask him to come over immediately to discuss it." Tianshan Shiro said.
"good."
"Gentlemen, pick up your weapons..."
Shiro Tianshan issued a pre-war mobilization order, and suddenly, a disciple ran in from outside the hall in a panic.
"The gym owner is in trouble, someone came to kick the gym, and several senior brothers were injured."
"Which blind bastard comes to the gym so early in the morning? Let's go and have a look!"
Shiro Tianshan angrily led everyone out of the meeting hall.
From a distance, I saw a tall and young boy with a young appearance standing in the square showing off his power, with six martial arts disciples lying beside him.
The young man wore a peaked cap and black sportswear, with his arms folded across his chest, surrounded by dozens of martial arts disciples.
"Boy, do you know the rules when you come to play in the gym so early in the morning?" Shiro Tianshan said angrily.
"Don't be so grumpy, Secretary Wen, translate this old boy's bird language."
The young man took out his ears and said to a slender woman with a ponytail next to him.
"So you are from China? No need for a translator, I understand the Chinese language."
Tianshan Shiro smiled ferociously, "Hey, a brat with a hairy head still dares to come to my martial arts gym to stir up trouble. I don't think you can even think about going out today."
He waved his hand, and more than a dozen disciples behind him rushed over to close the door of the martial arts hall and blocked all exits.
The young man looked around and smiled faintly: "That's not possible. I am a person with status. How can I talk directly to beasts?"
"Baga!"
"Damn Chinese boy, do you really think we don't dare to kill people?"
"You dare to come to my martial arts gym alone to compete. I'm so tired of living."
"We will capture him later and ask his family to send money. We will get both people and money, haha!"
"..."
The crowd said anything, but the young man didn't take it seriously. "He is indeed an unreasonable beast. Secretary Wen translated directly. Don't be afraid. I will take care of everything."
The woman followed her instructions and completed the translation.
"I've heard that the Hengye Martial Arts School has always been barbaric, and I just came here to ask for advice. This old saying is so damn convoluted. To put it bluntly, I came here to challenge the gym. Look! This is something I made overnight."
The young man pointed to a plaque next to him, which had four big characters written on it.
‘The Sick Man of East Island’!
The four big characters are written in a twisted shape, which is extremely ugly.
This kid is so crazy, he simply despises Yokono Dojo, and an impatient young man couldn't help but stand up.
"Baga! If you dare to humiliate our Hengye Martial Arts School, we, the people of the West Island Realm, will not kill unknown people, so please report your name!"
"Want to hear my last name before you die? The people of Dongdao are really weird, okay! Listen carefully, my surname is Wang Mingchao, remember this nightmare name in the future."
The young man imitated Bruce Lee's hand gesture and raised his fingers at the young man, "Today, if you can't kill me, I will beat you to death, come on!"
"Baga, I will chop off your head and hang it in public!"
The young man's feet hit the ground, and his whole body's joints collapsed. His legs moved like wheels spinning. He sprinted towards the young man, dragged the knife with his right hand, and slashed away.
brush!
During the swing, there was a sharp sound like a knife, as if the air in front of him was cut open.
A simple one-hand cut attack, driven by its hidden strength, explodes with huge power.
The young man stood quietly with a smile on his face, like a boy next door. But the moment the young man rushed in front of him, his aura changed drastically, like a tiger.
Step back half a step with your right leg and make a fist with your five fingers.
A crackling sound erupted between the bones and fingers, and a punch came first, hitting the young man's chest.
Boom!
There was a muffled sound like a bell, and the young man's clothes were blown open by the force of the punch. His sternum was pierced, and flew out like a shell, hitting the wall of the hall.
Kill instantly with one punch!
Since killing three killers at Tianxing Lake, Lu Qian has constantly examined himself, summed up his gains and losses, and gradually developed his own fighting style.
In the blink of an eye, the difference between life and death!
Everyone in the Yokoye Martial Arts Hall was stunned at first, and then stared angrily, as if they were shocked by this scene.
"Damn Chinese boy, since he is here to play in the gym, why do you kill people so hard?" Tianshan Shiro said.
"He keeps saying he wants to kill me, am I just a clay figure who will let him kill me?" Lu Qian asked with his arms crossed.
"You! Very! Good!"
Tianshan Shiro gritted his teeth and waved his hand, swish, swish, and dozens of disciples drew out their steel knives and surrounded Lu Qian and Wen Cai.
"Taro!"
The deputy head of the museum, Nishishima Bei, rushed over from a distance.
He was the young man's uncle. While he was on the phone, his nephew, who had just entered the dark world, was beaten to death.
"Hate! I want to drink your blood and eat your flesh!" Nishijima Bingwei roared.
"You said you're not a beast!" Lu Qian raised his finger at the other party: "Come forward and lead him to death!"
"Don't hold back, kill him directly!"
Tenzan Shiro winked at Nishijimabei.
Nishijimabei nodded, shook his arms, his spine cracked, he flexed his body, shot vertically, and raised his right leg at the same time.
The whole figure is like a sharp arrow shot out, and the raised right leg is the arrow at the front of the arrow.
There is secret energy in his toes, and he wants to kill with one strike!
"Haha, you are a master of dark power, you are quite powerful!"
Lu Qian raised his breath fiercely, and ejected like lightning. Nishishima Bingwei kicked him into the air and hurriedly raised his eyes to look around, looking for Lu Qian's figure.