"As long as you dare to come down, I will break your legs today."
Miyazaki was so arrogant that he pointed at the middle-aged man's nose and cursed.
"hehe."
The middle-aged man smiled faintly, then raised his feet, stepped on the eaves and jumped down.
"boom!"
From a height of seven to eight meters, the middle-aged man jumped down and then stood firmly, looking extremely relaxed.
Just such a move made many warriors present feel their eyes light up.
At a height of seven or eight meters, this is higher than a two-story building.
If an ordinary person jumped down and landed on his feet, he would not die, but his legs would definitely be broken.
Even if you are a warrior, the soles of your feet will become numb due to the shock, and your body's buffering strength will decrease.
But this middle-aged warrior looked relaxed throughout the whole process, looking as if he was stretching casually.
If you don't have some strength, you will never be able to do this!
"I'm down, what do you think?"
The middle-aged warrior put his hands behind his back and slowly stepped forward towards Miyazaki.
"kill you!"
Miyazaki didn't bother to talk too much and went straight to attack.
"I'm just afraid that you don't have the ability."
The middle-aged warrior had a sneer on his face and still walked forward unhurriedly.
"Whether you have the ability or not, you can tell after you see it."
With a sneer on his face, Miyazaki suddenly clenched his fists, then raised his steps and exerted force, punching out his left and right fists at the same time.
Although his right palm was seriously injured, the pain was still within the tolerable range for an eighth-level warrior.
Both fists came out together, causing a whirring sound.
It has to be said that no one dares to underestimate Miyazaki's strength.
His realm should be at the early stage of the eighth level, but the power he possesses exceeds that of the early stage of the eighth level.
No wonder Lin Qianjue arranged for him to lead the team himself.
Chen Chengyuan had a heavy look on his face. He knew that at this moment, Miyazaki had shown all his strength.
If Miyazaki had used this power against him just now, Chen Chengyuan would never be able to resist it.
No matter how powerful the martial arts are, the gap in realm cannot be made up at all.
I just don’t know if the middle-aged man opposite me can resist him.
"Whoa!"
Miyazaki's left and right fists moved together like two cannonballs, carrying extremely powerful power.
On the other hand, the middle-aged man still walked with his hands behind his back and walked lightly.
As the distance between the two parties got closer and closer, the coldness on Miyazaki's face became more and more intense.
With this punch, he was going to kill the opponent to prove his strength.
However, just when Miyazaki's fist was about to hit the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man's advancing body suddenly took a step back.
Taking a step back to distance himself, the middle-aged hands stretched out like lightning, blocking the way in half a breath.
"Bang!"
Miyazaki's two fists smashed hard, hitting the palms of the middle-aged warrior's hands, making an extremely clear sound.
And just after the two of them collided, the scene that everyone originally thought would knock each other away did not appear.
After Miyazaki's fist hit the palm of the middle-aged man's hand, it was as if someone had pressed the pause button, and he could no longer make any progress.
No matter how much strength he exerted, he could not move any further.
This shows that in a pure competition of strength, Miyazaki is not even a little inferior to this middle-aged warrior.
Moreover, Miyazaki's right hand was originally injured, and now when he exerts force, the pain becomes more obvious, making him somewhat unable to use his strength.
"With this little strength, why haven't you eaten?"
The middle-aged warrior grabbed Miyazaki's two fists with a faint sarcasm on his lips.
"idiot!"
Miyazaki shouted angrily, then suddenly twisted his body and twisted his arms together.
The middle-aged warrior did not take advantage of the victory and let go of Miyazaki's fist.
“Ding-deng-deng.”
Miyazaki took several steps back to distance himself from the middle-aged warrior. Then he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the middle-aged warrior again.
At this moment, he was finally willing to admit that he had indeed underestimated the other party just now.
Even though they had only fought each other once, he could already tell that the opponent's speed and strength were definitely not inferior to his own.
Even, much stronger than myself.
Miyazaki frowned, where did this person come from, and what does he have to do with Yumeng?
According to the intelligence they collected, there shouldn't be such a powerful warrior in the Yumeng.
Otherwise, they will also send stronger Japanese warriors over.
"who are you?"
Miyazaki frowned and asked this question.
"There's so much nonsense."
The middle-aged warrior has now lost interest in talking to Miyazaki.
I had explained it before and took out something to prove my identity. As a result, Miyazaki not only didn't recognize it, but also trampled the object to pieces.
Since Miyazaki doesn't know him, it means that he is not even qualified to know him.