"It's okay, all the martial arts fellows, everyone should eat and drink. Only after they have enough food and drink can they have the strength to beat the Japanese devils. The Japanese devils invade our Shaolin Temple in China. I believe that all the fellows have a passion and will definitely make them come and go."

Suddenly, a full voice sounded. "His grandma, since the Japanese devils are here, we are in the mood to have a meal. We'd better go out now and accept their challenges. I'm the first to go up. I will definitely crush them and ashes, and beat them to death without a place to bury them."

The person who spoke was a young man in his thirties, with a not too long beard. He was wearing a Taoist robe and a sword on his back, and he looked quite like a fairy-like Taoist. He came from the Huashan Sect and was nicknamed Liehuo Taoist.

"Go out now..." For a moment, many people agreed with the Liehuo Taoist and wanted to go out and fight the Japanese devils immediately.

"Okay, since all the martial arts fellows are willing to go out for a battle, then we will go out and accept their challenges now." Shaolin Temple abbot said."

Shaolin Temple disciples took the lead and walked in front. There were about a hundred people, all carefully selected kung fu masters. Soon, everyone walked out of Shaolin Temple.

Li Hongyu used his magical thoughts to tell that there were 54 Japanese devils, all of whom were short and concise, about 1.6 meters tall, each carrying a samurai sword on his back, and his temples were bulging high. You could tell at a glance that they had deep internal strength and good kung fu. You could tell that they were not easy to mess with when looking at their faces.

At this time, an old man walked out of the Japanese team. He came directly to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, clasped his fists, bent down and bowed deeply, and said, "Hello abbot, my name is Tojo Jiro. You should understand what we are here now? There are not many people in our country, but there are also many of them. They are all carefully selected martial arts geniuses from the Great Japanese Empire. When they came to Shaolin, they wanted to kick Shaolin, punch elite figures in various Chinese sects, and avenge our five compatriots."

"Amitabha, good, good, you, you, and other small countries, dare to offend the prestige of the Great Heavenly Kingdom. Since you dare to challenge, we will make you come and go without a return."

When the Japanese old man heard what the abbot said was even more arrogant than him, his eyes turned green. "Wow, you are so bullying. What's the use of just saying it, let's see the truth, right?"

"Amitabha, very good. You are here from afar. I can let you decide the rules of the competition."

"Okay, since the abbot said that the rules were made, then I will set the rules on behalf of our great Japanese Empire. There were 54 people in Japan. These 54 people are all the pride of us Japanese. Each of us hopes to avenge the five people in Japan."

"So in order to satisfy the wishes of our 54 people, I hope that 54 of us will have the opportunity to play. Since we are here to challenge you Shaolin Temple, there will inevitably be casualties in the fight. Therefore, for fairness, those who play will live and die will be destined to be loyal to each other and will not be held legally responsible. During the game, the opponent will kneel down and kowtow to admit defeat. Otherwise, the game will continue until the opponent is killed. In addition, it is not allowed to take photos, videos and live broadcasts."

"Amitabha, very good. I agree with the rules you set. The competition is at the gate of our Shaolin Temple. Here is where you can discuss. Who will fight the first battle?"

"You don't have to worry about this. We have already agreed when we came. We will play on the 1st and the game will begin."

"Hey."
Chapter completed!