Chapter 52 Are you worthy of being arrogant in China?
"What, you're still not convinced?"
Okawa Jiro sneered: "In terms of martial arts, you can't even beat my junior brother, let alone me?
You have lost nine out of ten group games in a row, do you still have the right to say harsh words with such a record?"
"A guy like this is not qualified to fight with my junior brother. It's better to let him go and call in some experts."
He turned to look at Tang Ming, his eyes full of disdain.
Tang Ming's response was also very simple, no nonsense, he walked directly into the octagonal fighting cage and waved to Okawa Jiro provocatively.
Okawa Jiro said solemnly: "Boy, once you enter the octagonal cage, you can't come out regardless of the outcome. Are you sure you want to show off?"
"To deal with you Japanese devils is not a show of force."
Tang Ming smiled lightly and continued: "If you are willing, we can also change the arena competition into a life and death match, how about it until death?"
Li Shishi's pretty face changed: "Tang Ming..." "Okay! Then change it to a life and death match, until death!"
Okawa Jiro couldn't wait to respond.
He licked his scarlet tongue and said with a sinister smile: "This is what you said, and Miss Shishi can also testify. If something happens later, please don't cause trouble to us international friends."
"Fujiwara, go up and kill this sick man of East Asia."
Okawa Jiro pointed to his companion behind him, a Yingzhou warrior with a stubble.
"Yes, senior brother."
The bearded man walked into the octagonal cage and looked at Tang Ming with cruel eyes.
"Chinese boy, if you kneel down and admit defeat now and admit that you are the sick man of East Asia, I can make you suffer less."
"Otherwise, you will be bedridden and a cripple for the rest of your life."
There was a ferocious look in his eyes, and he waited expectantly for the Chinese people in front of him to kneel down.
"Really? I hope you can still have the courage you have now."
Tang Ming's tone was cold and did not contain any emotion.
When the bell rings, it is announced that the fight has begun.
Almost as soon as the signal sounded, the stubble-bearded man launched an offensive, swept his body, and attacked from the side with a high-raised whip leg, causing bursts of roaring sounds.
This whip kick was powerful and fast, turning into a black shadow and kicking towards the side of Tang Ming's neck.
If he is kicked, he will be seriously injured even if he is not dead.
A companion exclaimed: "Sister Shishi, these foreign devils are going to kill you!"
"Don't make any noise, watch carefully!"
Li Shishi shouted loudly, but she clenched her pink fist tightly, obviously very nervous.
"You're too weak. You can't even hide. Are you scared out of your wits?"
Seeing that Tang Ming was motionless, the bearded man grinned and increased his intensity again.
Whoa! The whip leg came down hard, and when he was about to hit the target, the bearded man only saw a black shadow flashing in front of his eyes, followed by a bone-deep pain in the knee of his right leg.
"Crack——" Tang Ming slashed down with his hand knife like lightning, and then took it back.
Because the speed was so fast, no one outside could see clearly how he made the move.
Plop.
The bearded man fell to the ground hard, holding his right leg with a shattered kneecap and screaming.
Tang Ming looked down at this man and said calmly: "If you kneel down now, kowtow, and shout three times that you are an Japanese devil, I will let you spare your life."
"Baga!"
The bearded man was so angry that he even spoke his native language.
Tang Ming's eyes turned cold, and he stepped on the kneecap of the opponent's left leg and stomped hard.
Click! The sound of the kneecap breaking was heard again.
"ah!"
The bearded man screamed in pain, his head was sweating profusely and his face was pale. The intense pain made his whole body begin to tremble.
With such a look on his face, Tang Ming calmly retracted his foot, then stepped on the stubble man's right elbow again, and saw that he was about to step down again - "No, don't, I said it, I'll say it right away."
The bearded man had a look of horror on his face, and he quickly knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.
"I am a Japanese devil."
"I am a Japanese devil."
"I am an Japanese Japanese..." After shouting three times, his back was completely soaked with cold sweat.
"roll."
Tang Ming kicked the bearded man in the chin, knocked him unconscious, and said calmly: "Next one."
"Baga...!"
Okawa Jiro clenched his fists, and a killing intent burst out from his narrow triangular eyes: "Hiraoka, come on."
Another Yingzhou warrior stood up and stepped into the octagonal cage.
Less than two minutes.
"Pfft..." The Yingzhou warrior lay on the ground and kept vomiting blood, kowtowing in fear and shouting: "I am an Oriental devil, I am an Oriental devil..." Bah.
Tang Ming kicked him unconscious and said calmly: "Next one."
He has won two games in a row. In both battles, he always kills with one strike. His movements are quick and neat, and he can resolve the battle in less than half a minute on average.
Five minutes later.
On the ground outside the octagonal cage, a whole row of Yingzhou warriors had fallen, almost all of them had their hands and feet broken and were covered in blood.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Not only did Okawa Jiro's complexion change, but even the people on Li Shishi's side felt numb and frightened.
It's simply too miserable.
Previously, a Yingzhou warrior was beaten to death, but he refused to say that he was an Japanese Japanese soldier. His limbs were suddenly broken by Tang Ming, causing comminuted fractures. He fainted several times, and Tang Ming stimulated his acupuncture points.
Wake it up and continue to bear the pain.
In the end, this strong Yingzhou warrior's martial arts heart collapsed, crying for mercy, and shouted dozens of Japanese devils in a row.
"Bang——" Another Yingzhou warrior covered in blood was kicked directly out of the octagonal cage. His legs were bent at an exaggerated angle, and it was obvious that he could not connect.
Gulu.
Several short-haired men swallowed hard and said blankly: "Sister Shishi, this, isn't this a little too cruel..." "Ahem, probably not."
Li Shishi also felt a little guilty.
The fate of these people was so miserable. It can be said that these nine people will become useless for the rest of their lives. Let alone practicing martial arts, it is hard to say whether they can stand up.
"But I don't regret it!"
Li Shishi suddenly became shocked, gritted her teeth and said: "These Japanese devils are too domineering. When the time comes, you can say that I organized the above problems, and I will take responsibility for them alone."
"Sister Shishi, I, Liu Bin, am not that kind of person."
"That's right, let's carry it together."
"Anyway, they were the ones who provoked him first. Zhang Jun also broke his hand bones and is still being treated in the hospital."
"Even so, we didn't use our strength to bully others. We completely followed the formal fighting rules..." Several companions spoke one after another.
Although the fate of the Japanese warriors was tragic, it was refreshing to see them, and the depression and depression in their hearts were finally released.
Especially when seeing Jiro Okawa's ugly face, which looked like he had eaten shit, even Li Shishi couldn't help laughing.
"Okawa Jiro, now you have lost nine consecutive games."
Li Shishi said provocatively: "I'm not afraid to tell you that the one who defeated you was just a high school student from China. Are you stinky Japanese people worthy of showing off in China?"
"Return to the spirit of a warrior, bah, I don't know whether you are a warrior or not. I only know that your kind of character is not worthy of being arrogant in our country."
She put her hands on her hips and sneered: "There is one more game left. If you are afraid, just admit defeat quickly and don't waste my time."