Yue Wenwu stood up, and according to the previously determined order of the competition, Yue Wenwu competed first, and Li Shuyun competed second. If both sides lost and the other won, the leader of the gymnasium, Yue Jiawei, would fight in the final against Ichiro Ehara!
"Kenichi Misaka."
Ichiro Ehara turned his head and faced Kenichi Misaka, who had a green belt next to him. He immediately walked out and confronted Yue Wenwu. Suddenly, the karate people shouted in the island language: "We must win..."
"Elder brother, come on, defeat him..."
Many apprentices and disciples of Xingyi Quan also encouraged Yue Wenwu.
"There are no eyes for fists and feet on the stage, life and death are determined by destiny!"
Zhang Tonghe stood up. He was not only here to cheer up Yue Jiawei, but he was also one of the referees.
Ichiro Ehara also invited a professional referee to come over. The two looked at the confrontation between Yue Wenwu and Kenichi Misaka. As the professional referee shouted to start, the two immediately got into a stance.
Yue Wenwu assumed a Xingyiquan posture, and when facing Misaka Kenichi, he also adopted a karate posture. His eyes widened, and he struck first. With a loud shout, he attacked Misaka Kenichi, and directly punched the opponent in the chest with a punch.
go…
However, Misaka Kenichi was not a vegetarian either. He reacted quickly and immediately turned sideways to avoid Yue Wenwu's punch. He slashed it with his sword, but Yue Wenwu also reacted quickly and turned around to avoid it.
Then he punched back and hit Misaka Kenichi on the chest. It was at such a difficult angle that he couldn't dodge it, so he could only raise his hand to block it. He was immediately knocked back a few steps by Yue Wenwu's punch...
"Okay, Senior Brother, this punch is good..."
Immediately, many apprentices and disciples of Xingyiquan cheered, and the karate people also whispered to each other. On the other hand, Ichiro Ehara and the others were very calm. After all, it was just the beginning.
Yue Wenwu, who succeeded in his move, was overjoyed. Facing Misaka Kenichi, he once again took up his stance and took the initiative to attack...
"Hey, who do you think will win?"
Niu Qiuling, who was leaning on a pillar to watch the excitement, turned her face and asked Wan Yunting, who was hugging her chest next to her.
Seeing Yue Wenwu and Misaka Kenichi fighting each other with one move after another, Wan Yunting twisted his face and said with a smile: "I think he will lose!"
"Who is it?"
Niu Qiuling didn't know who he was referring to.
"Of course I'm one of them."
Wan Yunting pointed at Li Shuyun who was standing next to Yue Jiawei and said with a smile.
The sound was not loud, but the apprentices of Xingyiquan and Li Shuyun heard it. Yue Jiawei, who was sitting on the chair, also heard it. He turned to look at Wan Yunting and Niu Qiuling who were leaning against the pillar, and raised his eyebrows.
, said: "Who are they and why are they here?"
Li Shuyun lowered his head and said, "Master, they are my friends, and I brought them here to see them."
When he heard that he was a friend of his beloved disciple, Yue Jiawei nodded, did not pursue Wan Yunting's words, and continued to watch his son and the others fight...
Yue Wenwu knocked back Kenichi Misaka with another punch, and the apprentices and disciples of Xingyiquan cheered again. Yue Jiawei also nodded with satisfaction, believing that his son was going to win.
"Did you make a mistake?"
Niu Qiuling didn't understand why the man said Yue Wenwu would lose.
Wan Yunting curled his lips and smiled nonchalantly: "Let's see."
Yue Wenwu straightened his back and faced Misaka Kenichi. He couldn't help but smile contemptuously in his eyes: "It's nothing more than karate."
"That's right, their karate is still passed down from China."
A Chinese disciple shouted loudly.
"Elder brother, defeat him..."
The disciples of Xingyiquan cheered excitedly. Yue Wenwu saw that he had suppressed Kenichi Misaka twice and felt more confident. He pounced on him again and said confidently: "Take another punch from me..."
Misaka Kenichi's eyes widened. He seemed to have seen through Yue Wenwu's boxing style. He immediately turned around, pushed hard with his right hand, and hit Yue Wenwu hard on the waist...
"Elder brother..."
Yue Wenwu fell to the ground with a plop, hugged his waist and cried out in pain, which shocked the Xingyiquan disciples and even Yue Jiawei put down his tea cup and stood up, staring at Yue Wenwu who was slowly getting up on the ground.
He waved his hand: "I'm fine, I can still fight..."
"Look, he's careless."
Wan Yunting, who was watching the excitement, pointed at Yue Wenwu, turned his face and smiled triumphantly at Niu Qiuling.
Li Shuyun turned his face and looked directly at him. Niu Qiuling immediately slapped Wan Yunting and said, "Be careful what you say."
Seeing Li Shuyun looking at him, Wan Yunting smiled indifferently.
Yue Wenwu stood up, rubbed his aching waist, and looked at Kenichi Misaka in front of him with annoyance. He didn't expect that he would succeed, "Damn it, do it again..."
Misaka Kenichi sneered. This time he took the initiative and struck fiercely. Every move was a fatal blow. After all, this was a challenge. Unlike regular competitions, there were rules that prohibited hitting fatal and important parts.
ah…
Due to his waist injury just now, coupled with the fact that Yue Wenwu was arrogant, frustrated, and emotionally aggravated, he was attacked again by Kenichi Misaka. He was hit hard in the neck and fell directly to the ground with a plop. At the same time, Kenichi Misaka did not hold back.
, raised his foot and kicked Yue Wenwu hard in the abdomen, kicking him out...
"Hey, what are you doing..."
Seeing that Kenichi Misaka added another kick, the apprentices of Xingyiquan were angered. They all went up to protect Yue Wenwu and shouted at Kenichi Misaka.
Yue Jiawei couldn't sit still anymore and stepped forward to check his son's injury. Yue Wenwu hugged his stomach and neck and wailed. The injury to his waist was even more serious and he could no longer continue.
"You win this game."
Yue Jiawei's face was gloomy, he glared at Misaka Kenichi and snorted coldly.
Ewara Ichiro sneered, greeted Kenichi Misaka who came back, and nodded in praise.
"Shuyun, you play the second game."
Asking his disciples to help his son in for treatment, Yue Jiawei said to Li Shuyun: "You can't lose this game again."
"Um."
Li Shuyun's pretty face was solemn, he nodded and stood up.
Ichiro Ehara knew that she would fight and had already arranged his opponent, "Shouta Matsuuchi, you fight!"
"yes."
A man of medium height stood up, named Shota Matsuuchi, who was also a green belt in karate. Facing the handsome and indifferent Li Shuyun, Shota Matsuuchi bowed politely, so Li Shuyun also cupped his fists in return, and the two officially started to stand up.
"Senior Sister Shuyun, defeat him, defeat the little devil..."
A Chinese disciple shouted loudly in Chinese.
Other local disciples and foreign apprentices also shouted, but Ichiro Ehara, who won the round, was very confident and calm.
On the other hand, Yue Jiawei could no longer remain calm. His son Yue Wenwu was carelessly defeated, which made his old face gloomy and simmering with anger, knowing that he had underestimated the enemy this time.
Ever since Ichiro Ehara came to declare war, Yue Jiawei didn't take him seriously. After all, he had been in the Chinese martial arts community in Malaysia for more than 20 years, and during this period, he was challenged by countless people. He came all the way, so naturally he didn't take him seriously.
Ehara Ichiro took it seriously.
But now, he did not expect that his son Yue Wenwu would lose in the first game. Yue Jiawei could only place his hope on his favorite disciple, Li Shuyun.
"ha…"
This time Shota Matsuuchi was the first to take action. He stepped forward and struck with a sword. Li Shuyun's eyes were cold. Even though she was just a woman, her reaction speed was extremely fast. She turned her left foot slightly to avoid Shota Matsuuchi's sword. She
He used his hands to move at a very fast speed. Shota Matsuuchi was knocked back a few steps in a few moves. His moves were much faster than Yue Wenwu's just now...
"Well played..."
Immediately, the apprentices and disciples of Xingyiquan martial arts gym cheered excitedly.
"Shuyun is so amazing."
Niu Qiuling, who was leaning against a pillar with Wan Yunting to watch the excitement, couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw Li Shuyun fight off Shota Matsuuchi at the first glance.