However, he was immediately stopped by Ning Fan, who hit him on the head and suffered a bloody head injury and concussion.
"Have I ever practiced Tietou Gong?" the man said.
"Go behind."
Ning Fan waved his hand and asked him to go to the back, then picked up the brick on the ground and pinched it gently with his fingers.
The bricks turned into crumbs as if they were made of foam.
"What...that brick is fake?"
"Tch, I thought it was awesome, but it turns out the bricks are fake..."
"I can also break three fake bricks." Everyone sneered at the performance of the Japanese.
But only those who know know that the bricks are genuine bricks, and Ning Fan can crush the bricks into pieces with one hand.
This requires a lot of hand strength, and the Japanese people over there also know that the bricks are real bricks, it's just Ning Fan's strength.
With just one move, their intimidating power was wiped out.
A secretary of the middle-aged Japanese man above ran down and muttered a few words in front of the three of them.
The three of them immediately showed a proud smile, because Ning Fan was going to fight with them, and he thought that he would take care of this ungrateful Daxia man when the time came.
Soon, the referee came and announced the rules of the competition, following the rules of Daxia Wushu.
"Xiaofan, are you sure there is no problem?" Chen Hao said.
"Is there any way to make our Long Teng lose face?" Ning Fan walked up.
"Longteng, Longteng, Ning Fan, Ning Fan." All the teachers and students in the school shouted excitedly.
The first person on the scene was a brick-chopping performer. He gave Ning Fan a sinister smile and said in extremely distorted Daxia dialect: "Stupid Daxia people, now I give you a chance to admit defeat and get through my crotch.
Can I not hit you?"
"You are very good at splitting bricks. Don't forget, all the entertainers on the streets of Daxia Country know these things." Ning Fan said flatly.
"You will regret it if you don't eat and drink as a penalty."
The opponent yelled and attacked, but Ning Fan didn't move, still didn't move...
"Xiaofan, be careful!"
The hearts of all the teachers and students in the school were tense, and Shen Moxin's little heart jumped into her throat.
suddenly!
The Japanese man didn't move, the fist he was about to swing stayed in mid-air, and his whole body froze.
boom!!!
Then the Japanese man fell to the ground and fainted.
"Wow--" The entire training ground became excited.
Someone said: "Have you seen classmate Ning Fan punch?"
"No, it must be too fast and we can't see it."
"Anyway, we won."
Chen Hao said: "Bah, what the hell, I didn't even catch Xiaofan's punch."
The referee was also surprised. He was so close and didn't see Ning Fan throw a punch, and the opponent fell down.
Ning Fan was awarded the victory and the second game started ten minutes later.
As for the Japanese who fainted, he was thrown in front of his companions, and the remaining two looked as ugly as if they had eaten ten pounds of dead rats.
"Go ahead and beat the opponent to death." The sumo wrestler said angrily.
"Hi!!!"
The Japanese who poked through the wooden board came up provocatively and provoked Ning Fan with his hands.
Ning Fan folded his hands helplessly, looked at it with disdain, and said, "Just use whatever means you have."
"You will die ugly."
The opponent came in one step and punched Ning Fan continuously. The punches were very fast, but the problem was... Ning Fan just stood there and punched him.
But his fist couldn't hit Ning Fan. It can only be said that Ning Fan's dodge speed was faster than the opponent's punch.