"That's right. Awesome Literature Network" He Zhenzhong nodded and asked: "From Nanyang?"
The guy stood with his hands behind his back, a look of arrogance on his face, "Yes, I am Indonesian."
Sure enough, He Zhenzhong knew that due to the war that year, many Chinese people chose to go to Nanyang to escape, including many martial arts masters. After the war, they stayed in Nanyang and took root. Until now, the people of Nanyang
There are also the largest number of overseas Chinese in the world.
Seeing that He Zhenzhong admitted it, the guy's sneer on his face became even worse, "You're at the end of your battle, why don't you just admit defeat?"
"Although it consumes a lot of money, killing you is enough." He Zhenzhong replied lightly.
"Arrogant." The guy's expression changed, with a cold murderous intention on his face, "Since you want to seek death, then I will grant you a favor. Hum, let me tell you, there are ten Chinese martial arts masters who died in my hands, and
You will be the eleventh."
He Zhenzhong sneered, "Really?"
He doesn't have a good impression of that part of Southeast Asia, especially Indonesia. The Chinese traveled thousands of miles across the ocean, brought advanced technology and ideas, and developed that backward place. But what about these guys?
It's delicious and lazy, so I just want to freeload and take advantage of it, targeting Chinese and overseas Chinese at every turn.
During the Anti-Chinese Incident in Indonesia in 1998, thousands of overseas Chinese died tragically and their wealth was plundered. Indonesian thugs even raped thousands of Chinese women, including many girls, in broad daylight.
On January 1, 2019, serious riots broke out in Indonesia again. The Chinese community was hit, and many shopping malls and stores were set on fire and robbed.
This is a group of restless people, a group of white-eyed wolves, who are always thinking about taking a bite of China.
He Zhenzhong looked at the guy, his voice revealed a boundless killing intent, "Come on."
"As you wish." The guy sneered, clenched his fists with both hands, and with a sudden burst, the clothes on his body shredded into strips of cloth, falling down, revealing his sharp-edged muscles.
"Chinese Kongfu."
"How could he?"
"There's something good to watch."
The instructors who were watching the excitement started talking in low voices.
The guy took a deep breath and slowly raised his right hand. The entire hand was deformed and covered with calluses. The color also looked a little dark, as if it had not been washed properly.
He Zhenzhong frowned slightly, it seemed that he had practiced some sinister kung fu such as Black Devil Palm.
The guy sneered at He Zhenzhong, splitting a bunch, turning his head and so on, it was all childish. He had been taught by an old Chinese man since he was a child, constantly inserting his hands into the sand and soaking it in potion, and his hand exploded with all his strength.
It can even leave a fingerprint on the steel plate.
Of course, he also used this hand to kill the old guy. Who told him not to marry his granddaughter to him? Humph, in the end, he fell in love with that woman. The feeling was so good that he
Looking back now, I feel like my body is ready to move. Unfortunately, after playing with it once, the woman committed suicide.
Thinking about it, he looked at He Zhenzhong and suddenly moved. He stamped his foot on the ground and the arena seemed to shake with a thud. His right hand slammed towards He Zhenzhong.
That hand gives people an extremely slow and heavy feeling, as if it weighs a thousand pounds. But if you look closely, you can see that the speed of advancement is obviously very fast, which is a very contradictory illusion.
The special forces around them all had their eyes widened, fearing that they might miss the slightest bit of excitement. The Chinese Kung Fu showdown would definitely be extremely exciting.
"Just die."
call.
He Zhenzhong sneered, tapped the ground with his toes, and jumped up violently.
"Tan legs."
He Zhenzhong straightened his right foot and swept it like an iron rod.
call.
boom.
The hands and feet touched together.
The whole place was silent, a pair of eyes staring directly at the place where the hands and feet touched.
Click, the guy's right hand suddenly dropped down, his fingers bent weakly, and they were still shaking.
"How is that possible?" The guy's face changed sharply.
"Nothing is impossible." He Zhenzhong said lightly.
If you are not a member of my tribe, your mind must be different. Chinese people are not fools. How could they really hand over things passed down by their ancestors to these white-eyed wolves?
Whoosh.
The body continuously somersaulted, and He Zhenzhong kept sweeping out with his right foot.
Chain legs.
Bang bang bang.
The guy could only keep raising his hands to resist, and was shocked and kept retreating.
"Damn it." The guy kept yelling, never expecting that he couldn't stop him. Moreover, He Zhenzhong's feet were extremely powerful, and every time he was swept over like an iron rod.
"Tan legs."
boom.
The guy couldn't stop him, and he was kicked away in an instant, with a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
Boom, he fell heavily to the ground, and his face was completely distorted. I thought that He Zhenzhong must have consumed a lot of money by killing people in succession, but who knew that that guy was still so fierce?
He gritted his teeth, put his hands on the ground, jumped up, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at He Zhenzhong with some horror, "You're cruel, we'll see, I admit it."
call.
boom.
He Zhenzhong hit the side of the guy's face with a kick.
puff.
The guy's head shook violently, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he stared at He Zhenzhong in horror, "You."
"Remember in the next life, don't talk so much nonsense to your opponents on the battlefield." He Zhenzhong stopped.
His head was dizzy and stars were shining in his eyes. The guy's head was hit hard, and his mouth, nose, and ears began to bleed. He wandered around twice, then fell down with a thud and stopped moving.
Five, fifth.
He killed five people in a row, and many special forces from other countries had a cold war.
Several instructors were the same. They wanted to see a wonderful showdown, but who knew it was just a simple killing.
He Zhenzhong was already covered in blood, had wounds, wounds, but his face did not show any pain at all, it was still so cold. His eyes slowly swept across the faces of the people below, and each word became colder.
The voice said: "Who else?"
After the words fell, no one dared to speak. In fact, many people subconsciously took a step back when they saw He Zhenzhong's cold eyes and the corpse at his feet.
The entire audience was silent, and He Zhenzhong, covered in blood, stood proudly.
One person suppresses everyone so much that they dare not speak.
This is the Chinese who is decisive, ruthless, and iron-blooded in the face of provocation, and will never take a step back.