The reason why Meng Xiaoan punched like this was entirely for his own benefit. He just wanted to tell the Japanese one thing: he was not a vegetarian.
The consequence of this punch was that Mitsubishi suppressed the thought of killing Meng Xiaoan just now, thinking that Meng Xiaoan was a person who did not practice martial arts at all, but the speed and explosive power of this punch shocked him.
, this young man seems to be covered with a very mysterious veil.
"Bang——" Lingtian Duan was caught off guard and was punched by Meng Xiaoan. He couldn't help but grunted, stumbled back a few steps, turned over and fell to the ground. His face was covered with blood, and for a moment, there were stars in his eyes.
I couldn't afford to struggle.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mitsubishi, you are so rude. You didn't speak, but your subordinate spoke first. I just taught you a lesson. You don't mind, right?" Meng Xiaoan wiped the blood on his fist.
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"Baga——" Ling Tian was furious. He struggled and rushed towards Meng Xiaoan. He was a master of karate, but Meng Xiaoan's punch was so fast that he couldn't react and was hit by Meng Xiaoan.
A punch.
"Don't be rude!" Yuya Mitsubishi suddenly shouted.
"President." Ling Nan's eyes were on fire.
"Back off!" Yuya Mitsubishi said in a deep voice.
Lingtian stepped back with a sullen face.
"My subordinate did offend Mr. Meng." Mitsubishi Yuya smiled. He did not cause any displeasure.
Damn, my subordinate was beaten by me, but he still tolerated it so well. I don’t believe you’re not angry. Meng Xiaoan also smiled: “I can’t help it. In fact, I’m embarrassed to hear that. It’s wrong to curse people, right?
,I am a person who gets angry easily?"
"Mr. Meng, you are right." Mitsubishi Yuya said with a dark face.
"Mr. Meng's martial arts is very advanced. I wonder who his master is?" Mitsubishi Yuya just saw Meng Xiaoan's dizzying steps from getting up to punching. What kind of punching method and pace are these?
Meng Xiaoan heard that he meant to squaring with her, so he smiled and said: "Tang Fist."
"It turned out to be Tang. I didn't expect that Mr. Meng practiced Huojiaquan."
"If you want to make a comparison, just say so." Meng Xiao'an said indifferently, "I heard that your Japanese Kendo Club thinks it is the best in Asia. This is a bit arrogant."
Mitsubishi Yuan stopped arguing with him verbally and said: "Mr. Meng is interested in elegance. We can try it out and stop it. What do you think?"
"No problem." Meng Xiaoan wanted to defeat the arrogance and arrogance of the Japanese today. He is definitely not an impulsive person, but he doesn't have a good impression of the Japanese. Of course, he doesn't have much disgust, he just doesn't like them.
.This is for sure that their nation is a nation that is very good at creating wealth.
Mitsubishi Yuya suddenly slapped his palm.
A man about forty years old, with a crew cut, a height of nearly 1.8 meters, and a pair of small eyes with a pockmarked face walked in wearing a black judo uniform.
"Yamamoto San is a master of judo. Is Mr. Ye interested?"
"Judo master?" Meng Xiaoan glanced at him with disdain, deliberately asking, "Is this what a master looks like?"
Futian's small eyes flashed with intense murderous intent.
Mitsubishi Yuya gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart. Meng Xiaoan had been challenging his patience, but for the sake of the great cause, he had to bear it for now. He vowed that he would make life and death impossible for Meng Xiaoan in the future.
Meng Xiaoan stood up and came to Futian. When comparing height, he was definitely not comparable, but when it came to appearance, Meng Xiaoan was certainly superior.
"Let's take action." Meng Xiaoan smiled faintly, and he was really wary. He is indeed a master, as hard as a stone. Damn, it seems that he has to be more careful. I don't know how many masters are here.
Meng Xiaoan is not afraid of them coming together. He came here to find out why they invited him here and why they wanted to kill Mr. Hong. However, they have not said it so far. It seems that he wants to ask this Emperor Hong carefully.
Secondly, he wanted to test how far his physical skills had reached, and whether he could defeat some masters after going through such inhuman training.
Yamamoto San suddenly shouted: "Look!" His body swayed and he rushed forward!
When he was approaching Meng Xiaoan, Yamamoto jumped into the air three times, spun his legs, and swept his right leg like flying, straight for Meng Xiaoan's head.
Meng Xiaoan did not dare to be careless and hurriedly lowered his head to avoid his first wave of attacks.
Yamamoto Sanyi punched the air, and as soon as his feet landed on the ground, he roared, and the fingers of his hands were like hooks, reaching straight for Meng Xiaoan's shoulders.
"So damn fast!"
Seeing the three fingers approaching, if Meng Xiaoan was caught, I'm afraid he would be violently thrown backwards, or he would be almost dead if he didn't fall!
The lightning flashed with both arms, and Meng Xiaoan blocked his claws, then jumped back and retreated!
San Ben San chased after him, swaying his arms, and his fingers were like hooks, trying to lock Meng Xiaoan's arms.
