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It was the first time for Zisan Zhengxiong to show his skills in front of the media. Although the mental exercise was extremely tough, he was still a little excited.Not for the sake of fame, but to face a powerful opponent, an existence that he regards as the successor of China's ancient martial arts. As long as he is defeated, he will become the No. 1 in the Japanese martial arts world!

During the war years, it was not that there were no Japanese martial arts people who defeated the so-called ancient martial arts masters. It is a pity that the contest between the occupants and the slaves can be so authentic that even Zi Sanzhengxiong's family scoffed.

Only in the real martial arts arena, competing with China's real ancient martial arts masters and defeating the opponent head-on, is what the Zi San family has always longed for!As a soul-like existence in the Japanese martial arts world, the government of this country has a lot of inclinations towards the Zisan family, which is nothing more than continuing to support the ghost inheritors of Bushido.

And the greatest use of inheritors, of course, is to give a head-on blow to China during the rise of China, and to promote the power of the empire!However, Deng, who was opposite him, didn't seem to be here for a life-and-death fight, but to drink tea at the neighbor's house. He was dressed in casual casual clothes, standing irregularly on his feet, with a relaxed and casual smile on his face.

Although few of the Japanese present were masters of martial arts, just based on the aura of both sides, Zi Sanzhengxiong already felt that he was inferior.Zisan Zhengxiong, who has always been calm, seems not to realize this. Facing the most powerful opponent in his life makes his blood boil!

Zi Sanzhengxiong already knew very well that Deng Hua was definitely not comparable to the opponents he had faced in the past because of his instinct as a warrior.Duan Duan Zheng saluted Deng Huashen: "Mr. Deng please advise!"

"Don't dare to be a teacher!" Mr. Deng didn't seem to realize that it was just an opening remark, and he pretended to be giving advice to the younger generation, "We will stop here. Guwu needs fresh blood, and we can't rest on our laurels. Only by communicating more and learning more, can we be able to learn from others." Make progress in the sparring, please!"

He was almost vomited blood by the shameless Mr. Deng, but Zisan Zhengxiong was actually much older than Mr. Deng, yet he was taught by his senior tone!Zisan Zhengxiong rushed over with a roar, his right hand became a tiger's claw, and his left hand became a palm knife, striding forward to attack bravely.

With the sound of the wind in his hands, he fell in front of Deng Hua in an instant. Deng's smile was still there, and he was merciless in his shots.The competition had just started, and the two of them were already attacking Maimang, without even a hint of temptation, and they directly appeared on the stage!

"Crack!" There were two explosions, which were obviously the intersection of flesh and blood, but they were as explosive as weapons colliding.Anpan Jinsan, who was at close range, even felt a wave of evil spirit invading himself, causing him to shiver, staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground with a puff.

It was just the first blow, and the bystanders could already see that Zisan Masao had fallen short.Just now the Japanese bravely moved forward, relying on their momentum and explosive power, to face the standing still Deng Hua.After the blow, Deng Hua still stood steadily, as if nothing happened, but Zisan Zhengxiong was counterattacked and took three or four steps backwards. Just as he stood still, he took a few steps back again.

Looking at the Japanese face again, he was no longer as energetic as before, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and his hands were swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.Deng Hua smiled slightly, clasped his fists in both hands and saluted: "Acceptance, acquiescence!"

"No!" Anji Jinsan jumped up and shouted, "It's not over yet! It's just the first round, Zisan Zhengxiong hasn't lost yet, he..."

For An Hao Jinsan, he couldn't understand why the two sides only decided the winner with one blow. A warrior who only relied on his body's muscle strength to explode, and a warrior with internal energy that could attach nameless skills between his fists and palms Deng Hua, there is no comparison at all.

It's like a person riding a Maxima must race against a sports car. One is the explosive power of muscles and bones. No matter how perfect the combination is, no matter how powerful the practice is, when encountering an internal combustion engine that burns gasoline, it can only be defeated with hatred!

"Pfft!" Zisan Zhengxiong spat out a mouthful of blood, held back by his strength, and An Hao Jinsan on one side was facing him one by one, his whole body was covered in blood mist, and his face turned red instantly.Several Japanese people suddenly changed their colors, and they all jumped up from the tatami, each of them clenched their samurai swords, as if they wanted to rush up at any time.

Several reporters were extremely nervous, but they kept their professional ethics. They turned on the camera immediately, and Deng Hua smiled lightly: "Everyone, if you want to do something, please pay enough appearance fees, otherwise I will not accompany you! Zi Sanzhengxiong Sir, do you have any questions about the contest between you and me?"

"Thank you Mr. Deng Hua for your mercy!" Barely standing still, Zi Sanzhengxiong wiped the blood from his mouth, and respectfully bowed to Mr. Deng, "Zi Sanzhengxiong's skills are not as good as others, and I hope to have the opportunity to invite Deng Hua again in the future. Mister Guidance!"

In the eyes of the Japanese, the contest between Zi Sanzhengxiong and Deng Hua can be called a life-and-death struggle. If Deng Hua falls to the disadvantage, Zi Sanzhengxiong will definitely chase after him.The Japanese were very grateful that Deng did not beat the dog in the water, but the other Japanese were surprised.

Mr. Deng nodded: "Very well, although I don't want to meet the Japanese, you are a real warrior. If you have the opportunity, just come to me. Of course, you must remember to prepare the appearance fee, haha, farewell!"

"Please!"

Zisan Zhengxiong reluctantly came over to see him off, with staggered footsteps, anyone could see that something was wrong: "Mr. Qi and blood, otherwise you will be disabled for life, remember to remember!"

"You are too cruel!"

An Huan Jinsan glared at someone Deng viciously, Deng Hua bared his teeth, and he backed up a few steps in fright, his big painted face looked like a buffoon: "Mr. Our promise, otherwise Mr. Zisan Zhengxiong will find you to say hello for me, farewell!"

Mr. Deng and his party floated away, Zisan Zhengxiong held on to the door frame, and another mouthful of blood gushed out.An Huan Jinsan is very contradictory at the moment. If something happens to Zi San Zhengxiong, it will be a catastrophe for the An Huan family. Similarly, it should be a catastrophe for Deng, right?

The tangled life made Jinsan wish to give Zisan Zhengxiong a kick with his own hands. He didn't dare to look at Zisan's family even if there were no Zisan's family around him: "Zisan Zhengxiong, how are you? Do you want to call the police?"

"It's okay," Zisan Zhengxiong shook his head. No one knows how much Zisan Zhengxiong suffered. It's definitely not as simple as what he said. He, you will die ugly!"

It seemed impossible to count on Zisan Zhengxiong's death to incur revenge from Zisan's family, wiped the blood on his face, and Jinsan's eyes rolled wildly: "He is a lunatic, I won't be as knowledgeable as him, sir, don't worry! "

"I hope you will take care of yourself and don't bring disaster to your family!" Zi Sanzhengxiong could see that Jin San's words were insincere, but the disaster was self-inflicted, he snorted coldly, and suddenly frowned, "Where did the seven ninjas go?"