The faces of the Japanese present were all livid, their lungs were about to burst with anger, their faces were ferocious, their eyes were red, hundreds of people were beating each other, and it seemed that there were even masters joining in, but the result was such that it was simply outrageous.
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"How dare you, a bunch of trash, call for the destruction of China?"
call.
boom.
A Japs agent holding his head widened his eyes. Due to the severe pain, his face immediately twisted into a ball. Then his body flew out and hit several little Japs. Then he landed with a thud and lay there.
, struggled for a long time and still couldn't get up.
call.
He Zhenzhong tilted his head and dodged an incoming stick. He stretched out his right hand, grabbed it, and then twisted it violently. The stick came into his hand, and he tightened his grip and violently turned it around.
Snap, snap, snap.
Red marks immediately appeared on the faces of the little devils in the circle, and nosebleeds splattered. All of them could only hold their noses and retreat, and the little devils behind them also remembered to keep retreating.
"You are so weak, and you still have the nerve to look down on us, China? Isn't it a shame?"
when.
With that said, Lieutenant General He Zhen stopped his stick, looked at those little devils, sneered on his face, and said loudly: "I advise you to go home and wash up and go to bed. Go and daydream in bed, and beat you sick men of East Asia."
, there is really no sense of accomplishment.”
It's so fierce.
A person actually yelled such words to hundreds of Japanese. Aren't he afraid of being beaten to death by these angry Japanese?
However, looking at the Japanese who was dragged out and still lying on the ground screaming, everyone who watched the excitement felt that this scene indeed looked like one person violently torturing a group of people.
"Baga, this damn Chinese guy is too arrogant, I'll shoot him." A policeman on the outskirts couldn't help it anymore and reached out and pulled out his pistol.
Snapped.
When his wrist was caught, he turned his head violently and yelled: "What are you doing? Let go."
"Isn't it embarrassing to kill anyone? I'll beat one of the hundreds. I've used sticks, heads, and machetes, and now I have to use guns. You're shameless, but we still have shame." Another Japanese policeman yelled.
One sentence.
"Then let's see him so arrogant?" The guy's face was full of reluctance. Seeing a Chinese being so arrogant and showing off his power on Japanese soil, especially in front of the Yasukuni Shrine, he really felt aggrieved.
The urge to vomit blood.
"Let's see, he won't last long. He's too naive. Our samurai in the Empire of Japan are not vegetarians, otherwise we wouldn't have labeled them the sick men of East Asia."
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud roar came over.
*"Get out of the way and let me come."
Deng Deng Deng.
From the passage that the little devils gave way to, a thin figure rushed over quickly, as fast as lightning.
"It's Ono Musashi."
"Great, look how arrogant this damn Chinese guy is."
Obviously, this is a Japanese master.
Deng Deng Deng.
As soon as He Zhenzhong turned around, a Japanese agent pounced from behind.
call.
He Zhenzhong could only turn around, dodge, then step forward and lift his right foot.
Boom.
The guy was kicked away directly. Before He Zhenzhong could turn around, several little devils rushed over, obviously wanting to take advantage of this opportunity to entangle him and create opportunities for their master.
call.
A piercing scream sounded.
There is no way to avoid it except lying on the ground and rolling backwards.
But how can you step back from these little devils, even just a small step?
the answer is negative.
Everyone's eyes widened. He Zhenzhong actually ignored the Japs master behind him, and instead continued to attack the Japs agents who were besieging him.
call.
Snapped.
He grabbed a guy's wrist. Then, He Zhenzhong turned around, grabbed the guy's hand and stabbed the other kid.
puff.
puff.
"Ah." A scream sounded.
The two heads instantly sank into the bodies of the two Japs, and warm blood spattered.
call.
boom.
The heavy wooden stick fell on He Zhenzhong's head.
It was the Japanese master behind who took the opportunity to make a sneak attack.
"Ah." Many of the onlookers screamed out in worry, with worried looks on their faces. There were really too many of these little devils, and no matter how powerful He Zhenzhong was, he couldn't avoid them.
Traces of bright red blood continued to slide down He Zhenzhong's face, but he did not fall, did not take a step back, and did not even shake his body. He stood there like an iron rod, motionless.
Turning around slowly, He Zhenzhong raised his hand, wiped the blood on his face, put it in his mouth, and licked it, the expression on his face became even more crazy.
Ono Musashi was also shocked by this, and his teeth were almost broken. This was his full blow, and he suddenly attacked this guy's fragile head, but this guy was still standing.
But he responded quickly. If the first try didn't work, he would try the second time.
Unfortunately, it was impossible for He Zhenzhong to give him a second chance after getting rid of the entanglement.
Boom.
Deng Deng Deng.
He Zhenzhong's body was like an arrow off the string, suddenly shooting past.
call.
The long stick came again.
He Zhenzhong focused on one side of his body, then twisted his waist, wheezed twice, turned his body over, then reached out his right hand, grabbed the long stick, then let go, and slid his right hand violently along the stick.
Snapped.
He Zhenzhong's right hand fell on the guy's neck.
The guy's eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief. He quickly let go of the stick, made fists with both hands, and hit He Zhenzhong.
Boom, boom, boom.
The heavy fist fell on He Zhenzhong, but it felt like he had hit a thick wall, which was of no use. And the huge force on his neck kept coming, making his breathing immediately difficult.
When I got up, my face quickly turned purple due to lack of oxygen.
The struggle becomes increasingly futile.
"Trash, get out."
The voice sounded hoarse and cold, as if there was no emotion mixed with it.
boom.
A huge force came from the chest, like being hit by a huge boulder. The guy opened his mouth, and with a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body flew backwards.
Boom.
The body fell to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust.
Seeing the guy lying there like a dead dog, the little devils around him couldn't help but swallow their saliva, their faces full of surprise and fear.
A well-known master in Tokyo used all his strength to attack in a sneak attack. Not only did he fail to knock down the scarred Chinaman, but he was even breathed out by the Chinaman, and then he was solved with one move?
Everyone watching the excitement around them also widened their eyes. A master only made one sneak attack and was killed immediately. This can be called an instant kill.
The whole place suddenly fell silent. Staring at He Zhenzhong, who was covered in blood and standing proudly in the middle of the field, everyone felt a chill coming from the bottom of their hearts and felt like they didn't dare to look directly.
One person actually suppressed hundreds of little devils.
Looking at the little devils around him, He Zhenzhong knew that these guys would not give in, and there were even many masters on their way. However, he had no choice but to fight to the end, and in this place that made thousands of people resentful, these guys would be killed.
All the pride of the Japanese was trampled underfoot...