"Kill your master, kill all your fellow disciples, and humiliate the Chinese martial arts."
Where Zhao Fan looked was at the arrogant instant-killing Emperor Zhanmut on the ring.
"Brother, what are you going to do with him?" Chen Chun'er said from the side: "I remember, there was a post saying that Zhou Hong had adopted an orphan from Egypt who had excellent martial arts talent, and he originally had nine disciples.
All nine of them should be.”
"Since he wants to use the name of Egyptian physical skills to belittle Chinese martial arts, then that's what he wants."
Zhao Fan smiled faintly and stepped forward, heading straight towards the boxing ring separated by arc iron pillars.
"Okay, if you encounter something like this outside, you will never tolerate it." Chen Chun'er followed closely.
On the ring, Grandmaster Zhou Hong was so angry that his body was shaking. He only had the realm of a mid-stage grandmaster, but now, he could only exert his innate early stage strength. This was not caused by Zhan Mut like poisoning his nine senior brothers.
But three months ago, he had a fight with an Indian yoga master. In terms of realm, the opponent was equivalent to the mid-level master level, but fate was not as good as fate. Just when Zhou Hong was about to win, the yoga master made a temporary breakthrough.
, reaching the level of the late Grandmaster.
The situation became one-sided.
Although it was not a life and death battle, Zhou Hong was seriously injured in the end and needed at least half a year to recover and return to his peak.
Not long ago, Zhanmut, who wanted to dominate the underground black boxing world in the United States, heard the news and came back. He even took this opportunity to poison nine senior brothers who were at the peak of their innate ability, and even a half-step master could not break it.
The metal cuffs were opened to restrain Zhou Hong, and then a group of foreigners came, and together with Zhanmut, they secretly transported Zhou Hong and nine senior brothers to the United States, and today's scene occurred.
"My dear master, don't be angry."
Zhanmut laughed softly and said: "Today, no matter what, you will fulfill my reputation of killing the emperor in an instant. No one can stop the rise of Egyptian physical skills, and Chinese martial arts will be severely trampled under my feet.
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"Pooh!"
The eldest brother among the nine Chinese warriors spat and cursed: "Bullshit Egyptian physical skills, your one-finger heart-breaking, ground-breaking split, and double-handed screws, which one is not a long-standing martial arts in China? You still have the nerve to say so.
It’s Egyptian gymnastics!”
"Losers are not qualified to say these things, but the lies of winners are always true."
Zhanmut smiled and nodded to the blond beauty next to him.
"You will definitely suffer retribution if you deceive your master and destroy your ancestors!" Zhou Hong looked directly at Zhanmut and roared: "I should really listen to my old friend. If he is not of my race, his heart will be different."
The latter shrugged his shoulders without any sense of guilt, "Whatever you say, even if the legendary Great Luo Jinxian from China comes, he won't be able to save you. It's your honor to be my stepping stone, and your death is worth it.
In the future, my name will be recorded in history!"
The blonde beauty took the microphone and stood with the referee on the edge of the ring, but kept a distance from the arc iron pillar. A bright smile filled her beautiful face, "Now, our instant-kill emperor will fight for his
The opponents, the ten Chinese warriors, personally removed the handcuffs and legcuffs."
"Egyptian Taijutsu!"
"Rubbish Chinese martial arts!"
"Does the sick man of East Asia deserve to have martial arts?"
"Punch the shit out of these ten yellow-skinned monkeys!"
Thousands of spectators below cheered wildly, one wave after another like a wave, making the ceiling faintly tremble.
The blonde beauty threw the plate of keys in her hand towards the Instant Kill Emperor. Then the switch was turned off and the iron door opened. She and the referee left the ring together and came to the two specially prepared chairs underneath to prepare for the upcoming fight.
One vs. Ten real-time commentary.
Zhanmut, on the other hand, reached out to take the key plate, walked up to Zhou Hong as fast as the wind, and opened the handcuffs and legcuffs of the other person.
Zhou Hong's anger had already risen, and now that the restrictions were lifted, he could no longer hold back, raised his fist and hit his evil disciple.
Zhanmut tilted his neck and easily avoided it, "Don't be so hasty to die. Wouldn't it be better to live a little longer?"
Then he raised his foot, kicked Zhou Hong to the ground mercilessly, and successively untied the restraints of the nine senior brothers.
The nine of them were the same as Zhou Hong. No matter whose cuffs were opened, the first thing they did was to attack Mut. However, just like their master, they were all kicked to the ground by the vicious junior brother who was a half-step master. They couldn't get up for a long time.
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The blond beauty in the commentator's seat smiled and said sarcastically: "Look! How unruly the Chinese warriors are and how ungrateful they are. They instantly killed the emperor to help them unlock their cuffs, but they were attacked by surprise."
The referee also nodded with deep understanding and said: "Yes, he attacked without a fight before it started. According to our rules, he should be shot directly. Fortunately, our instant kill emperor was very generous and only gave him a gentle warning. But, then
Ten Chinese warriors were as weak as raised carnivorous chickens, and they were knocked down with one kick. Two words... rubbish!"
"Is that Zhou Hong really the martial arts master of China? Oh my God, no one has exposed his true identity for so many years. You can only imagine how stupid the Chinese people are." The blonde beauty said while scanning the audience,
His eyes were extremely proud.
The words of the two set the rhythm soaring, and thousands of spectators who did not know the truth were incited to raise their arms and denounce, hoping that the instant kill emperor could tear off the heads of ten Chinese warriors!
Zhou Hong and the nine great innate disciples had already gotten up from the ground. The kick they had just taken from Mut had already injured them, and their already greatly weakened strength became even more unbearable.
However, being watched by a group of Westerners, they would rather die in battle with dignity than submit and become a stain on China and embarrass the country.
"bring it on!"
Zhou Hong made a horse stance, with his left hand as a seal and his right hand sinking to his waist.
His nine major disciples all had invisible anger on their bodies, and they looked straight at the once humble and studious Egyptian junior brother without changing their expressions.
"Come one by one, or together?"
Zhanmut deliberately amplified his voice. Even without a microphone, it was heard outside the isolation zone. After the blonde beauty heard it and repeated it, the whole place went crazy again.
"Domineering, so domineering!"
"This is the instant-kill emperor who is responsible for the rise of Egyptian physical arts!"
"The yellow-skinned monkeys are really useless. They beat one out of ten and look like their dead parents, haha!"
At this moment, the audience on the south side of the iron pillar noticed something unusual and shouted in shock:
"There is a man and woman with black hair and oriental faces!"
"I'm already standing in front of the electric arc iron pillar. Who can tell me when it appeared?"
"Oh my God, what do these two people want to do? Are they Japanese or Chinese?"
At the same time, the staff behind the scenes realized that an unexpected incident would happen, and his keen professional sense allowed him to adjust the angle of a camera through the computer to the direction of the south side of the electric arc iron pillar. On the large screen above, again
Divided into two, one side simultaneously displays the situation at that location.
"Is that yellow-skinned young man seeking death?" The blond beauty held the microphone blankly, "Now, he actually reached out his hand to the iron pillar with arcs flowing through it!"
The referee asked: "Do you want the escort to shoot?"
"No!"
The blond beauty shook her head and said: "Compared to the sound of gunshots, I prefer electrocution to death. That will make people's blood vessels expand when they watch it. It's a rare stimulation."
"He won't really touch it. He might just punch his eyeballs and take them back immediately..."
The referee was only halfway through what he said, but the other half was stuck in his throat. He looked at the big screen petrified, and his eyes seemed to pop out!
"I bought it, this... how is this possible?!" The blonde beauty was stunned.
The tens of thousands of spectators in the audience lost their voices collectively and looked at the yellow-skinned young man standing in front of the oriental beauty with numbness.
The five fingers of his left hand were seen lightly clenching an iron pillar where electric arcs were surging. However, the violent arcs retreated as if they were facing a nemesis. With his hand as the center, he moved 30 centimeters up, down, left and right.
The distance was as calm as before, without a single spark of lightning.
Not only that, the oriental young man's right hand also raised up and grasped the iron pillar next door, and the unconscious arc gave way again.
"Did you see a ghost?"
"I feel like Arc is afraid of that person!"
The blonde beauty, the referee and many spectators came to their senses and there was a huge uproar!
And on top of the boxing ring.
Zhou Hong and the nine major disciples, who had their backs to the south, turned around at this time and looked at the young man standing outside holding the iron pillar with both hands. Their pupils suddenly trembled. First they couldn't believe it, and then they rubbed their eyes vigorously to confirm.
It was real and not an illusion, and there was a look of ecstasy on his face!
It's him who's coming!
Jiangzhou Wuzun, Zhao Fan!
The eyes of the nine major disciples were as excited as seeing a savior.
But Zhou Hong's expression suddenly turned into one of shame. As a martial arts master, he was captured and slaughtered in a foreign land, almost losing the face of Chinese warriors.
Zhao Fan's ordinary face had no expression. Even if the world's top micro-expression expert came, it would be impossible to tell what he was thinking.
It is worth mentioning that Zhanmut was very familiar with the name of Jiangzhou Wu Zun, but he had never seen his photos circulating in the black market because he had been involved in underground black boxing for the past two years. The only live broadcast of the memorial service was also
Because there was a life and death battle, I missed it perfectly.
He stared at the oriental man and woman in front of the iron pillar on the south side, his eyes uncertain. Just by the fact that his hands were holding on to the iron pillar blessed by violent arcs and he was safe and sound, he guessed that that person was definitely not to be underestimated, and he might even be under his own control.
Above, because even Zhanmut himself would not dare to touch strong voltage current with his bare hands.
The next moment, Zhanmut suddenly noticed that there was a thin layer of golden substance on the opponent's hands. He knew it in his heart, and then turned into disdain. It turned out that he was wearing insulated gloves to show off. However, his simple mind ignored it.
He lost the violent arc that retreated greatly but did not dare to approach at all.
"Chinese?"
He asked with a sneer, speaking in Chinese.
"That's right, it's your Grandpa Huaxia." Zhao Fan's faint voice, like a breeze, penetrated into the ears of the Instant Kill Emperor.
"The tone is loud."
Zhanmut showed an attitude of accepting everyone who came, "What, you want to save them?"
"Thinking too much."
Zhao Fan shook his head, moved his lips slightly and sighed: "I heard that some people here don't take Chinese martial arts seriously, so I came to take a look. Hehe, now all the cats and dogs dare to step on the Chinese martial arts and gain the upper hand...
If it's convenient, how about you let me see what you call Egyptian physical skills?"