Li Moyang pushed open the door of the training ground and swaggered in. Inside, there were a dozen elephant-like guys, shirtless and covered with a piece of crotch cloth, hugging each other in pairs, humming and having sex there.

A strong man wearing a white training suit, with his back to Li Moyang, was shouting something, as if he was instructing the sumo wrestlers.

The training ground was in full swing, and no one noticed Li Moyang coming in.

"Is it possible to conduct a sneak attack?"

Li Moyang is not a gentleman. Winning a sneak attack requires proper application of strategy and tactics.

Thinking of doing it, Li Moyang rushed behind the coach with lightning speed, his luck lifted, and roared. Before the guy could understand, he was caught by Li Moyang practicing kung fu, held high above his head, and took pictures of several people.

He threw it over with his hands.

The coach weighed three hundred kilograms. Li Moyang, who looked delicate and graceful, lifted him up easily and threw him out as easily as throwing a stone. The four sumo wrestlers who were hugging each other and humming were caught off guard and were dropped from the air.

The coach who came down was hit hard.

"Bang! Ouch..." The six meat dumplings rolled together and were all knocked unconscious.

However, it seemed that having more meat could provide a buffer. The coach seemed to be fine. After breathing for a while, he suddenly woke up, got up, and stared at Li Moyang.

Only then did he realize that it was really strange that he was thrown out by a thin man.

But he was already so angry that he couldn't think about why the other party had so much strength. If he wasn't a master, how could he be so relaxed?

The coach shouted angrily and rushed towards Li Moyang, his huge body like a train.

"Damn it, it's this trick again, there's nothing new about it!"

Li Moyang sneered, let's try something new this time.

Li Moyang dodged easily, stretched out his feet, and directly tripped the coach. The moment he fell, he gently pushed the coach's fat back with his arms, and the mountain of meat flew directly away.

No matter how sumo wrestlers are Li Moyang's opponents, it may be considered a foul for Li Moyang on the competition field, but in actual combat, this is success.

This time the coach fell face first to the floor, his nose bone was broken by his own weight and momentum on the spot, his face was smashed into a flat plate, blood flowed everywhere, and he fainted on the spot.

A dozen other sumo wrestlers were stunned on the spot, not knowing what was going on. These guys ate and slept all day long, and besides being good at sumo wrestling, hugging and having sex, their brains were full of fat, and they were obviously

Someone came to play, but I still haven't figured it out after a long time.

How could Li Moyang give these pigs time to figure it out? He shouted and rushed forward.

I teased Amaterasu Amaterasu, but he suddenly realized that there was no place to start, unless it was that piece of crotch cloth.

Grabbing the crotch cloth and throwing these fat pigs against the wall? They looked fishy and smelly, and Li Moyang was afraid of dirtying his hands.

Forget it, let's use our legs and feet. The originally planned game of throwing the fat pig was immediately eliminated, and Li Moyang launched it.

The fat pigs also started to move, howling and swooping up. The mountains of meat formed a wall, and the smell of human flesh came, which almost made Li Moyang vomit.

It's not a good idea to choose a sumo wrestling hall, these guys are just a bunch of pigs.

Kick in the stomach, kick in the chest, kick in the legs, wherever you kick, there will be a puddle of thick flesh, the effect is not ideal, forget it, your fat face is our target, otherwise I'm sorry, our title of jade-faced flying-legged little white dragon is not.

Yes, Li Moyang gave himself a nickname in the blink of an eye this time.

True to his name, Li Moyang soared into the air, his legs swinging flexibly in the air, and with a "boom, boom, boom", his whole body didn't even hit the ground, and more than a dozen feet had already hit those fat faces.

The back molars all over the sky and the blood that followed were flying in the air in the sumo hall, and Li Moyang had already gently fallen to the side. On the ground, more than a dozen pigs with swollen faces looked more like fat pigs, lying on the floor rolling and wailing.

, everyone was kicked and confused. Except for humming and chirping instinctively, people were already unconscious.

It's boring! Li Moyang was too lazy to write "The Sick Man of East Asia" again. He just wanted to leave, but felt that it was not enough. Those white fleshy bodies attracted his attention.

Hehe, yes, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, Li Moyang stepped forward, pulled his arms and legs, and piled these sumo wrestlers one on top of another, forming a mountain of meat.

Looking at the meat mountain in front of me, there are four fat pigs on the bottom as the base, with the head facing in and the butt facing out. Eight elephant legs are spread apart. Then there are four more people on top, three, four, twelve, and the one on top.

The coach is still confused.

I really wanted to take a photo and post it to someone else. Li Moyang smiled evilly and left the training ground at the sumo gym.

Damn it, it’s still not enough. There is also a black plaque on the door of Yoshino Sumo Hall. Li Moyang thought for a moment, jumped up, took off the heavy plaque, raised it and hit the stone lion in front of the door.

His body was shattered into pieces, and the thick plaque was shattered into pieces on the spot.

Li Moyang patted the dust on his hands, whistled and left. I wiped it and saw that Brother Wang's taxi was still waiting for him there.

It's really good, it's really righteous. In this case, let's continue. The next one is too easy. Fighting without rules is the most enjoyable.

"In this case, Lao Wang, let's go to the next one. If I don't kick out eight of the ten restaurants today, it won't be over!" Li Moyang's eyes were filled with evil fire.

Obviously, this reckless move to kick out the gym aroused the adventurous gene in her heart, and the exciting experience, like taking drugs, made him unable to stop.

Since we have kicked out two clubs, we will not miss the remaining seven or eight.

"Okay! This time I will go crazy with you!"

Brother Wang just took some time to chat on his mobile phone for a while, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that "Chen Zhen", whose real name is still unknown, has already become popular all over the world.

In major Japanese forums, it seems that the Chinese and the Japanese are also engaged in verbal disputes. They argue endlessly. Facts speak louder than words. The video taken by the two female karate students is enough to overwhelm any argument. This time the Japanese are completely impotent.

However, the Japanese authorities and the Japanese martial arts community caused an uproar. They clamored that they must form a group to challenge China and wash away the shame.

Qian Yusaburo was very angry. He happened to be away from the gym today, so he allowed Chen Zhen to successfully attack in a sneak attack. Otherwise, he would definitely have this guy cut into pieces.

There are a total of forty people in the Qianyu Gym, ranging from senior students to junior students, including his beloved disciple Okamoto. This time, they are all completely disabled, and the Qianyu Gym is completely over.

Chiba Saburo was so angry that he called his son who was studying at Binhai University in China: "Qianba Taro, organize your brothers to train quickly. After school starts, kick out the various Chinese martial arts clubs in your school."

Already."

"Hai, father, I have thought of it a long time ago. This is a shame for our Yamato nation. I must let them understand that the Japanese karate is the best in the world! Today's shame must be returned to the Hari people a hundred times."

Chiba Taro hung up the phone on the Binhai Street. The gloomy expression on his face startled a scantily clad woman next to him.

"Qianyu-kun, what's wrong with you?"

"Go back to the hotel and I will kill you." Chiba Taro said fiercely.

"Yao Xi, I just like you to be rough." The Chinese girl approached Qian Yu Tailang's body shyly.

Wait for your good looks!

Chiba Taro saw the video of his family being kicked out of his gym today, and he was filled with anger for a long time. He wished he could kick out those martial arts and Tai Chi clubs now. Unfortunately, it is summer vacation, and school starts in half a month.

For now, let’s finish off this Chinese bitch first, then call a few other people and play group sex, let off steam, and have a rough time!

…

The Japanese police and various gyms never expected that the guy in the video would dare to continue challenging the gym.

In the next two hours, Li Moyang and Master Wang walked around Tokyo.

Li Moyang didn't waste any time, and swept all the five larger gyms in Tokyo from east to west, and from north to south.

The Shenma Kendo Gym, Judo Gym, Karate Gym, Sumo Gym, Jujitsu Gym, and Aiki Gym were all wiped out. Everyone was kicked and beaten. As long as they were alive in the martial arts gym, all were maimed.

!Kick all the plaques to pieces!

Enjoyable! In a hurry, in order to get the auspicious number eight, Li Moyang plunged into a flower temple.

Emma, ​​those aunts wearing kimonos and their faces painted white, really made Li Moyang unable to do anything. In the end, he just kicked a few vases and ended the matter hastily.

We Chinese people are the most benevolent and moral people, so the old ladies just let it go and broke two vases just to make up the numbers. Anyway, we also made a big fuss in Tokyo and kicked out eight restaurants! Ho ho ha hey!

"It's cool! Brother, it's so cool! I have lived for more than 40 years and have been in Japan for ten years. Today is the happiest day for me. It is a fate to meet you!"

Lao Wang drove excitedly and said that he was determined to take Li Moyang back.

Li Moyang was also bored. Eight martial arts schools, uh, seven, didn't meet any masters at all. It seems that the masters don't train their apprentices themselves? Are they all in retreat at home to level up?

(It’s Brother Pineapple’s fault for this. This novel needs to be written with five million words, and there’s going to be a fight with a boss right away, so how can we continue the drama?)

The taxi driver Lao Wang was very excited and praised us all the way. Today he also went crazy and was very excited and kept talking all the way.

Li Moyang responded with a few words, keeping his eyes on the rearview mirror, because he noticed that there was a taxi following him, neither far nor near, neither impatient nor impatient.

I guess I was really careless today. In a fit of excitement, I made a mistake by kicking out of the gym, and I was spotted by someone.

"Thank you, Comrade Lao Wang! It's been a pleasure cooperating with you. We'll work together again if we have the opportunity. Put me down in front of you. I have something else to do."

Ahead was Ginza, crowded with people and tall buildings. Li Moyang's evil smile appeared on his cheeks again. He decided to meet the stalker and did not rule out the extermination of this person from the world. Hehe, he was going to start a killing spree today and see the blood!

Lao Wang parked the car happily. Chen Zhen had a purpose to prevent him from seeing his true face or his address. Lao Wang didn't find it strange at all.

When the two said goodbye, Li Moyang threw down a roll of banknotes, waved goodbye, turned around and flowed into the crowd.
Chapter completed!