Roaming In The World Of Film And Television

Chapter 530

I want to hit ten……

Ten…

Li Zhao was dumbfounded, and all the boxers standing at the door were equally bewildered.

Only the Japanese people present didn’t know what he said. In short, it should be a very interesting sentence, otherwise the Chinese people would not be silent.

“Master, I know you hate Japanese people, but…” Li Zhao looked embarrassed. He watched so many battles. No boxer has dared to challenge ten Japanese warriors. You must know that heads-up and group fights are completely different things. The former is more of a test of fighting skills, while the latter, to win, you must be able to observe six directions, listen to all directions, and surpass the physical fitness of ordinary people. Woolen cloth.

“I want to fight ten.” Lin Yue repeated his own idea again, this time very loudly.

Sato Wang Li Zhao said, “Hey, what did he say?”

“He said… he said…” Li Zhao gritted his teeth and said, “He said he was going to hit ten.”

This time it was the Japanese’s turn to be surprised. There was an uproar in the audience. Someone’s eyes widened and felt that they were offended. The tribe dared to say that they would fight ten. Is it impossible to be a soldier of the Imperial Japanese Army?

When Sato heard that he laughed, he laughed angrily.

“Ten? I think he is looking for death.”

Miura, who was walking slowly along the corridor, suddenly stopped and looked at the two people in the martial arts field.

“Ten?”

Li Zhao nodded: “Ten.” After speaking, he gave Lin Yue a reproachful look.

Do you want to be so exaggerated?

Is it difficult to fight ten? Ye Man can play ten, okay?

Actually, what Lin Yue wanted to say at first was that you guys should go together, but suddenly remembering Ye Wen’s lines in the movie, his spontaneously evil taste made him cut the number of people in half.

Miura looked at Lin Yue quietly for two seconds, and looked at Sato nodded. He wanted to see what gave this Chinese man’s arrogant courage.

“The fifth division, the first, the third, the fifth, go out.”

The Japanese samurai around the martial arts ground stood up, and the man named by Miura stepped forward, posing in a judo starting pose.

At the moment when the battle was about to begin, Lin Yue suddenly raised his hand and motioned to stop.

Just when Sato thought he was timid in battle and wanted to change the fighting rules, Lin Yue took off his glasses, walked to the edge of the stage, put them in a place where they were not in the way, and then returned to the previous position and rushed to ten Japanese samurai in training uniforms. Beckon.

“drink!”

The two Japanese warriors in the front made a fake move, and the strong Japanese warrior behind Lin Yue took the opportunity to kick and kick Lin Yue’s back.

He didn’t turn his head either, but his ears moved a little, his toes shook slightly, his body stepped back half a foot, his kicks pressed close to his shoulders, and his trouser legs made small creases on his sleeves.

When the Japanese samurai’s calf came into view, Lin Yue suddenly raised both hands, hugged the Japanese samurai’s leg, twisted his waist and turned around, drawing an arc under the double superimposition of the strength of the ground and the strength of the opponent.

Woo~

Slap~

There was a flash of whiteness on the field, and the Japanese samurai flew out of the field directly, hit the east wall hard, slipped to the ground, and there was no movement.

Another Japanese samurai rushed over from the side. He tilted his head slightly, made a long punch, and slammed his right elbow back. The enemy screamed, as if his ribs were broken.

At this time, Lin Yue kicked forward and kicked the Japanese samurai who came on the opposite side. With force, he retreated and hugged the Japanese samurai who had broken ribs and bent over his upper arm.

Slap~

His ribs broke, and the man was slammed to the ground again. Before he could exhale the breath that was stuck in his throat, he stepped on one foot and kicked his chest. As the shadow volleyed, someone in front of him Swirl and fly out.

Dodge, hit the armpit, twist the arm, and get out of the foot.

A Japanese samurai fell to the ground.

Mark refers to poking the throat.

Another Japanese samurai hugged his neck and knelt panting.

…

Leverage effort.

Uppercut.

Left uppercut.

Whip leg.

Half-step collapsed fist.

The old ape hangs the seal.

The left hand splits the palm, the right hand elbows, and then the crocodile swings its tail, and the ninth Japanese samurai flies out of the field.

When the last Japanese samurai was crushed on the floor with his knees, unable to breathe, and slammed his feet, everyone held their breath.

Ten in ten lying corpse.

None of the ten Japanese samurai who followed Sato’s orders was his semi-competitive enemy. Those outside the court only saw their fists and shadows crossed and their clothes fluttered, and the battle on the court was over when they reacted.

Lin Yue made a punch in the back of the man below him and stood up.

Several Japanese samurai nearby held the injured part on the soles of his feet and wailed.

There are no dead people, but there are cases of fractures and bones. Even if the medical conditions can keep up, it will take three or four months of rest to regain combat effectiveness.

Sato opened his mouth slightly, and he didn’t expect that the businessman could really hit him.

Miura winked at the people below, and the ensign at the door opened the next room to get the rice bag.

“Hold on, take it together later.”

Lin Yue glanced around the dozen or so Japanese who were gnashing their teeth in the audience, and hooked their fingers: “Let’s go together.”

Li Zhao wiped a cold sweat on his head.

This cheap Master is really ruthless and fierce, like the descendants of Hongquan at the level of Chao Teng in Shaolin Hongquan Martial Arts Center. Even if he fights two or three Japanese samurai in one breath, even if he wins, he will still be out of breath. Panting, the tunic suit has more folds.

“asshole.”

The Japanese second lieutenant who was about to get the rice bag walked forward holding a saber, and the Japanese samurai in the audience also stood up. They could not understand Chinese, but they recognized Lin Yue’s gestures.

When did the Chinese dare to despise them like this.

Bang!

The Japanese second lieutenant stepped forward into the martial arts stage, and a gunshot came out from the back foot.

The people outside were so scared that they glanced at Sato on the second floor, and hurriedly looked at where Lin Yue was standing.

The person is absent.

Li Zhao got close and saw a bullet hole on the ground.

At about the same time, I heard the screams of the Japanese ensign, and then there was a cold light passing by the martial arts field.

call out!

Duo!

Li Zhao looked at the place where the sound was coming from. The saber equipped by the second lieutenant plunged into the wall of the fence for several centimeters, and in front of the saber was Sato’s disrespectful face.

The still smoking Southern Fourteenth Style, the trembling knife handle…

There is a special sense of coordination in the picture. Sato’s shooting was actually avoided, and if the saber is half a centimeter to the right, the captain’s neck may be punched.

No one could see how Lin Yue did it, anyway, he avoided and gave Sato a Death warning.

If this is not the Japanese military headquarters, and there are many people in Foshan, Sato will die? Maybe, it should, almost.

The soldier guarding the boxer at the gate raised the 38-type rifle in his hand, while Lin Yue pinched the Japanese ensign’s neck and turned it around, using it as an adult human shield to face the Japanese soldier’s muzzle.

Want to shoot a sneak attack? Is it possible? He didn’t let up even when he fought hand-to-hand with the Japanese samurai. He kept paying attention to Sato’s behavior. If it weren’t for the time, he would have killed the most vicious guy in the movie.

“What are you going to do?”

“mean!”

“Can’t afford to lose?”

The iron fence was clicked by the emotional boxer gate, and the guns in the hands of the Japanese soldiers pointed backwards and forwards, as if they didn’t know who to guard against.

At this time, only a crisp sound came from the second floor. Miura’s big mouth staggered Sato and took away the southern fourteenth style.

“This is the martial arts field, if next time I see you shooting…”

He didn’t say the following words, but he knew that Sato could understand. Although he looked down on the Chinese people and believed that they were inferior nations and should be ruled and enlightened by the Yamato nation, but Bushido is Sacred’s, not to be desecrated. Locally, if you shoot your opponent here, you are disrespectful to the emperor.

“Yes, Your Excellency Osa, I won’t do this in the future.” Sato covered his beaten face and said respectfully.

Miura glanced at the situation downstairs, yelled “all put down his guns”, and quickly walked to the top of the stairs to the martial arts ground on the first floor.

“Let him go.”

Lin Yue thought for a while, pushed the Japanese ensign aside, and stared at Miura coldly.

“Don’t you still want to fight? I’ll be your opponent. If you win, you can take away all the rice in that room.” Miura tilted his head and motioned Li Zhao to translate this sentence to Lin Yue.