And those little devils were all red-eyed and breathing heavily. No matter whether He Zhenzhong was a human or not, they would never let him leave standing. Otherwise, hundreds of Japanese couldn't even handle a Chinese, so they might as well buy it.
A piece of tofu can kill you.
"superior."
"kill him."
This battle, which was destined to be unfair from the beginning, has just begun, because Japanese masters who have received the news are still arriving one after another.
call.
Click.
A long stick broke in response. He Zhenzhong didn't feel any pain. He waved his right hand and pinched the broken long stick. Then he rushed forward violently, and his right hand suddenly popped out like a dragon coming out of a hole.
puff.
A little devil's body suddenly stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head. He looked at the wooden stick that penetrated his shoulder, his face full of horror. A round wooden stick actually pierced his shoulder? How is this possible? But
The facts were before his eyes again.
Before he could think about it, his stomach hurt and his body flew out.
"Roar."
He screamed to the sky, covered in blood, and the bloody evil aura on He Zhenzhong's body shot straight into the sky, like a demon coming out of hell, exuding a palpitating and frightening aura.
"It moved, this madman moved again."
"Did he take expired aphrodisiacs? Are you still so violent?"
Everyone around him was not calm anymore. The Chinese man had become a bloody man. His shoulders and back were all covered with bloody marks left by sticks. His chest was stabbed with a head, and his head was smashed before.
The blood is still flowing out.
However, even if this was the case, the Chinese was still taking the initiative to pounce on those little devils.
Crazy, He Zhenzhong is completely crazy, like a machine, it seems that he will never run out of energy.
boom.
A long stick fell on his head. He grabbed it, twisted his right hand violently, and then pulled hard. At the same time, he raised his right leg and pushed his knee up suddenly.
Click.
"Ah." A little devil screamed and heard the sound of his own balls breaking. He covered his crotch with his hands and fell to the ground in pain, rolling and screaming.
Huh, huh.
Two gleaming spears stabbed over.
He Zhenzhong could no longer hide, and was surrounded by little devils.
Poof, poof.
Blood splattered.
What?
Seeing He Zhenzhong reach out and grab the two handles, the two Japanese agents immediately opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths with horror on their faces.
"ah."
With a loud roar, He Zhenzhong jerked his hands, and the two handles fell from the hands of the two Japanese agents, and then moved his hands.
Huh, huh.
puff.
Woo woo woo.
The head sank into the wide-open mouths of the two Japs, immediately choking them so much that their eyes almost bulged out, their throats were almost broken, and they could only keep retreating in pain.
Tragic, no one can think of other words to describe this battle except tragic.
Although He Zhenzhong had the upper hand, there were really too many Japanese, and his injuries continued to increase.
Many foreigners are confused and can't figure out why He Zhenzhong is like this.
However, the Chinese people around them all suddenly felt their noses sore, and looking at He Zhenzhong who was covered in blood, they felt the urge to cry. They knew why, because that bullshit Jingguo Shrine in the back was enshrined in hundreds of people who had once received it.
The soldiers brutally killed countless war criminals of Chinese soldiers and civilians. In this place, as a Chinese, how can we bow to these Japanese?
Boom, boom, boom.
The ground shook slightly, as if there was an earthquake.
The little devils dispersed, and a fat pig, naked except for a piece of cloth around his waist, walked over, like a mountain of meat.
He is a sumo wrestling master.
The weight of several hundred kilograms and the layers of fat piled up all over the body are intimidating to look at.
"It's Sakata-kun."
"Very good."
A group of little devils who were frightened by Kuai He Zhenzhong cheered again. This person was a famous sumo master in Japan. He was definitely the best among masters.
"Damn Chinese people, let's stop here." Sakata roared, moved his feet, opened his arms as thick as an average person's thigh, and rushed towards He Zhenzhong, with a look that was different from his huge body.
Consistent agility.
Boom, boom, boom.
The ground shakes.
Deng Deng.
He Zhenzhong touched the ground with his feet and ran forward.
He still didn't take a step back. Although he was injured, he still chose to move forward and move forward in front of the little devil.
ยท
"court death."
call.
Sakata waved his hands towards He Zhenzhong.
Snap, snap.
He Zhenzhong's bloody hands, which were stabbed in the head, held Sakata's hands.
Comparing strength with sumo masters? All the little devils around him sneered. This damn Chinese must have taken the wrong medicine. They all wanted to see how this guy would cry later, hum.
"ah."
Sakata roared loudly, and all the fat on his body began to swell, and it was obvious that he had exploded with all his strength.
One second passed.
Five seconds passed.
A minute passed.
Everyone around them stared wide-eyed and were dumbfounded. The thin Chinese man was still motionless? How could his thin body contain such powerful power?
Sakata was also angry, and he suddenly raised his right foot and swept it away.
call.
boom.
However, his expression immediately changed. His feet, which were comparable to elephant legs, were actually blocked, and there was a faint feeling of pain as if he had hit an iron rod.
"Is it enough?"
Hearing He Zhenzhong's words, Sakata was full of doubts, what did this guy mean?
"Then it's my turn."
As he spoke, He Zhenzhong loosened his right hand suddenly and landed on the guy's neck. Then, all the strength in his body rushed towards his right hand. In an instant, all the muscles stood up and tightened, like pieces of steel. On the back of his hand,
The thick green veins also swelled ferociously one by one.
Sakata kept struggling, trying to break free, and his fists rained down on He Zhenzhong.
However, it was of no use at all.
"ah."
As He Zhenzhong's roar rang out, under the astonished gazes of everyone, and as everyone looked like they had seen a ghost, the sumo master who was estimated to weigh at least 400 kilograms was grabbed by He Zhenzhong's neck with one hand and lifted up little by little.
stand up.
hiss.
There was a loud gasping sound.
Looking at He Zhenzhong who was covered in blood, the little devils around him felt an uncontrollable chill in their hearts. They even began to retreat unconsciously. They were scared, really scared, and their courage was almost shattered.
, this Chinese is simply not a human being, he is a devil. How can they defeat him?