Infinite, starting from Jinmen, the martial arts

Chapter 7 Hongkou Dojo, one elbow determines the world (please follow up)

In the car, Huo Yuanjia stared at Chen Qingyang and fell silent.

This kid really doesn't have a few years left to live, and regardless of how good his skills are, it's reasonable to think that he can do something meaningful in his lifetime.

But regarding Fifth Master Wang, Huo Yuanjia was very cautious. After all, how long had he only known Chen Qingyang?

Knowing the face but not the heart.

"Let's talk about this later."

Chen Qingyang didn't say much. This matter still needs to be planned slowly. It is normal for Huo Yuanjia to be wary.

Not long after, a house that had been transformed into a Japanese-style house appeared in front of them. The stone lions at the door were changed into two posts. Standing on them were Japanese soldiers holding firearms. They were not tall, but their eyes were very bright.

"arrive."

Hongkou Dojo!

The Japanese have this dojo in almost every larger city in China, and it is a gathering point for Japanese samurai and ronin.

Chen Qingyang got off the rickshaw, followed Huo Yuanjia, and walked into the Hongkou Dojo. He casually looked at the layout of the Hongkou Dojo.

Not long after, we entered the inner courtyard of the Hongkou Dojo, which was completely transformed into a huge viewing hall, right in the center.

A platform that is [-] feet long and [-] feet wide stands, surrounded by several independent small second-floor buildings, which are also full of people at the moment.

Inside the venue, there were only a few Chinese people, and those sitting there were all Japanese, Europeans and Americans.

Just when Chen Qingyang looked up, many Europeans and Americans also looked over, and most of them fell on Huo Yuanjia.

Full of disdain!
It was the look of a superior person looking at an inferior person. At this moment, Chen Qingyang, Huo Yuanjia and others were just scum in the eyes of these people, not worth mentioning at all.

Perhaps, in their eyes, Chinese people are all scum.

Enslaved people are not qualified to stand on the opposite side of equality. For a moment, these eyes, laughter, and even whistles were directed at a few people.

The disdain of waiting made Chen Qingyang very angry.

However, Huo Yuanjia pulled Chen Qingyang and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry about it."

"Today I defeated this strong man, which is the best counterattack!"

"Ha ha……"

Chen Qingyang chuckled lightly and did not answer.

The best counterattack is not to win against a strong man.

"Ahem, Master Huo, be prepared. I know it."

When he got to the backstage, Chen Qingyang saw the Russian strongman competing in this competition.

This man was 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist. He was standing in the lounge, smoking a cigarette and drinking vodka. His whole body exuded a strong smell of sweat and was covered in hair. He looked like a brown bear.

The muscles on his body were tense, and one thigh was thicker than Chen Qingyang's waist.

However, the pupils of his eyes obviously lack charm. At first glance, it seems that he relies on brute force to win, and there is no internal training at all.

It was absolutely easy for Huo Yuanjia to do this. In this way, Chen Qingyang felt relieved and began to consciously remember the faces of the people on the stage one by one.

Not long after, a gong sounded outside.

clang!
Huo Yuanjia, who was closing his eyes to rest, opened his eyes and glanced at Chen Qingyang.

"Don't cause trouble. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it later."

"Master Huo, don't worry, Qingyang knows what's going on."

On the stage, the host is from China, and he is holding a loudspeaker.

"I only represent Hongkou Dojo and welcome everyone!"

"Today, our Chinese Huo Yuanjia, known as the best boxer in Tianjin, faces the Russian strongman Ula!"

"This battle has attracted everyone's attention..."

"Shut up, have you finished speaking yet, come down! (Shut up, have you finished speaking yet, come down!)" An angry curse came from the second floor, and the host in the venue sneered and said quickly .

“Both parties are invited to come to the stage!”

Huo Yuanjia and Hercules came on stage. Suddenly, the Hercules gasped heavily in his nostrils and stared at Huo Yuanjia. He walked up to Huo Yuanjia and patted his chest.

"Fuck!"

He raised his middle finger with disdain in his eyes, and his body was filled with a strong smell of sweat, which made Huo Yuanjia frown.

The two of them stood still, and Huo Yuanjia handed over his hands to call the number as usual in a martial arts competition.

"Mizong Fist, Fearless!"

However, the moment he handed over, Ula rushed towards Huo Yuanjia like a wild bear. His huge body weighed nearly three hundred kilograms, and the strong wind driven by his fists hit his face.

With such a huge weight, the ring is constantly shaking when he steps on it.

Facing the fist as big as a sandbag, Huo Yuanjia turned around and punched him directly under the armpit. His strength burst out, causing Ula to roar in pain.

"die!"

An uppercut came and retreated, and a cyan punch mark was obvious under the armpit of his right hand.

Huo Yuanjia kept swimming around, not making direct contact with this guy at all. The punch just now was hit by a strong wind, and the force of the punch was a thousand pounds. It was definitely impossible to resist forcefully.

The Russian strongman's force-generating skills were very rudimentary. In front of Huo Yuanjia, he had no way to hide and was completely suppressed and beaten.

However, his muscles and bones are relatively strong, and Huo Yuanjia's hidden strength hits his body, unable to damage his roots.

But, just like that, the strong man who was beaten at this moment was in unspeakable pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Huo Yuanjia with a ferocious expression.

"Roar, die!"

There were roars and blows, but they could not touch Huo Yuanjia's clothes at all.

In response, the Europeans and Americans on the second floor watching the battle looked livid.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, can you only dodge!"

"Hit him!"

"Ula, hit him!"

"Referee, referee!"

"Don't let this yellow-skinned monkey move!"

Chen Qingyang, who was sitting in the auditorium on the first floor, had suppressed anger in his eyes and clenched his fists.

Others cannot understand English, but Chen Qingyang can roughly understand it.

These foreigners!
Now his anger is rising, but he will not go on a killing spree here. He is finally able to survive. If he is useful, he should do something useful!
In this Hongkou Dojo, it is easy to kill one person, but it is difficult to kill ten people!
His cold eyes took note of all the foreigners shouting in the venue. Late at night was Chen Qingyang's battlefield.

Before killing the Queen Mother of the West, collect some interest from foreigners.

In the field, Huo Yuanjia's chest was rising and falling, and anger was rising in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I won't move!"

"Kill you anyway!"

With his feet fixed, Huo Yuanjia stood up straight with his waist crossed.

"Come!"

With a ferocious face, Wula shook his body with a ferocious smile and took advantage of his strength to fly into the air. With a punch, he blew up a strong wind that made Huo Yuanjia's clothes float.

He raised his hands to the sky, squatted down, and immediately shrank to Ulla's chest. He raised his elbows and moved the muscles and bones in his body. In an instant, an explosive force went directly into Ulla's heart.

boom!
Ula's pupils shrank, then expanded rapidly, and finally her huge body fell to the ground, black blood flowed out from the seven orifices, her body was still twitching, a blood flower exploded on her chest, and a small column of blood was spraying.

(End of this chapter)