Not only Zhuo Yun, but everyone present except the Japanese looked like they had seen a ghost.
This is simply more magical than magic. Some people even rubbed their eyes quickly, but they still couldn't change this weird scene.
Compared to the others, Zhuo Yun felt the deepest. The feeling given to him by Saburo Muto at this moment was as elusive as a ghost.
Three meters away, Saburo Muto disappeared from his sight again. Almost at the same time, a sense of crisis filled Zhuo Yun's heart, and a strong howling wind came over.
Shocked but not panicked, Zhuo Yun touched the ground on his toes and dodged to the side lightly.
"bump!!"
There was an extra foot where he was standing just now, and the fierce force directly punched a hole in the sandy ground.
Quickly pulling away, Zhuo Yun looked at Saburo Muto, who had appeared and stood where he was just now, and his pupils shrank slightly.
"Hey, I want to see how long you can hide."
With a joking smile on his lips, Saburo Muto's figure disappeared again.
"Damn Japanese devils, you think I can't deal with you. No matter what kind of trick you are using, I have to let you know that China is not a place where you Japanese devils can be unbridled."
Screaming angrily in his heart, Zhuo Yun simply closed his eyes. Anyway, with Saburo Muto's weird body skills, even keeping his eyes open would be of no use and would only affect his judgment.
"Hey, you are so naive to think that this can break my stealth killing technique. Close your eyes, you still can't judge my position."
The sarcastic broken Chinese reached Zhuo Yun's ears, and even Saburo Muto's words seemed distant and near, making people unpredictable.
In the distance, Guo Jun clenched his fists tightly and looked anxiously at the competition ground, wishing he could immediately throw a pot of red paint on Muto Saburo's body to find out his body position.
With his eyes closed, Zhuo Yun secretly suppressed the anger in his heart and used the Turtle Breath Technique with all his strength to mobilize all the vitality in his body.
In an instant, the entire body was filled with vitality.
The Turtle Breath Technique was born out of the Turtle Breath **. After being used, not only the body's defense and strength are greatly increased, but the breathing and aura are also converged, and the sensitivity to the surroundings is also greatly improved.
Zhuo Yun used the Turtle Breath Technique. As his body was filled with vitality, the sensory nerves in his skin felt as if he had taken stimulants, and the flow of the surrounding air was in his mind.
Saburo Muto appeared behind Zhuo Yun using the hidden killing technique, with cold murderous intent in his eyes. He wanted to use Zhuo Yun's blood to wash away the shame just now. It would be best if he could kill Zhuo Yun, and even eradicate the whole of China.
A martial arts master.
"Go to hell!"
With a soft drink in his heart, Saburo Muto jumped up suddenly, twisting his body and swinging his legs like propellers.
"The secret of karate, spiral flying kick!"
The fierce leg strength whipped up a violent wind and whipped Zhuo Yun's head hard. If he was hit, most people would definitely die.
In addition, the most powerful part of this move is that even if Zhuo Yun senses something is wrong and lowers his head to dodge, he still cannot escape the spiral flying kick attack.
Under the influence of the rotation force, Saburo Muto attacks three or four times in a row, and he will always be hit once. It is said to be a killer move that cannot be avoided.
In Saburo Muto's view, death was getting closer and closer to Zhuo Yun, and just when he thought victory was in sight, Zhuo Yun, who had been closing his eyes tightly, suddenly opened his eyes.
With his left foot as the axis, Zhuo Yun's body rotated 180 degrees backwards at lightning speed, and his right foot landed heavily on the ground. At this moment, Saburo Muto's right leg was less than ten centimeters away from Zhuo Yun's head.
The wind howled and messed up his hair.
"Xingyiquan, Bengquan style!"
The pumping fist was like an arrow from the string. The moment before Saburo Muto's swinging right leg hit his head, it struck Saburo Muto's chest like lightning.
"Crack!!"
The crisp sound of fractures was very clear in the silent competition field. Saburo Muto's suspended figure seemed to have been hit by a car that was speeding towards him. He vomited blood and flew upside down, drawing a parabola in the air and fell to the ground.
**In front of people.
"Puff!" As soon as he fell to the ground, Saburo Muto spat out another mouthful of blood.
The Japanese man behind him quickly stepped forward to help him up. Guo Jun and others on the opposite side were shocked to find that Saburo Muto's chest was completely sunken.
"You, you..." Thick blood gushed out from his mouth. Saburo Muto pointed at Zhuo Yun with wide eyes. He only repeated one word, then his head tilted and he died.
Seeing their leader die like this, the Japanese devils suddenly became angry and rushed towards Zhuo Yun screaming, their eyes filled with angry killing intent.
"Humph, they're just a bunch of trash. Since you want to beat them up, I'll do it for you."
With a sneer, Zhuo Yun rushed forward without dodging.
Relying on the defense of Turtle Breath Jue, Zhuo Yun was like a domineering tank, rushing into the screaming crowd of Japanese Japanese devils.
No one he passed was his enemy, and the attacks of these Japanese devils were not enough evidence for him.
With the current defensive power of the Turtle Breathing Technique, unless sharp weapons such as swords and daggers are used, even iron rods will not be able to damage his muscles and bones.
Not to mention the fists and kicks of the Japanese Japanese sect whose kung fu was far inferior to that of Saburo Muto.
Guo Jun and others who originally planned to rush to stop them stopped in cooperation. The Municipal Bureau Chief and others closed their eyes and pretended not to see it.
After a while, all twenty or thirty Japanese Japanese soldiers were brought down to the ground by Zhuo Yun. They were all lying on the ground moaning in pain.
This time he did not act cruelly. After all, killing Muto Saburo could be said to be a failure in the competition. Now if he kills all these people again, things will be very serious.
After clapping his hands and glancing at the group of Japanese devils lying on the ground, Zhuo Yun waved to Guo Jun and turned around to leave. He believed that someone would help him deal with his funeral.
"Brother Yun, I was so happy just now. I can't wait to rush up and teach those Japanese devils a lesson. In China, we dare to be so arrogant. It's just a shame." Guo Jun said excitedly while driving the police car.
His appearance was not at all as steady and capable as usual.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhuo Yun couldn't help but feel worried after he calmed down.
"You said today's incident will not cause any unnecessary trouble. If we really investigate, it will be easy to find out who I arranged for you in the police station."
"Brother Yun, don't worry. I have discussed this matter with the director and others before. As long as they are here, nothing will happen. Besides, the Japanese country was rude this time. There are special cameras around the competition venue.
, no matter where this matter is taken, the Japanese country will not take care of it."
Hearing Guo Jun's affirmative words, Zhuo Yun felt relieved, and at the same time secretly reminded himself that he must keep a low profile in the future and cause as little trouble as possible.
