Hurry~~

Everyone on both sides retreated, and immediately a large open space was exposed, leaving Matsuo Shintaro and Hong Rikyu to compete.

"Lin Feng, which of these two people do you think has a greater chance of winning?" Fang Guoli turned around and asked Lin Feng, wanting to know what Lin Feng's opinion is.

Lin Feng shook his head and said, "Brother Fang, I don't know much about this. Both of them seem to have hidden their strength. It is difficult to tell the outcome of this game."

In fact, just now, Lin Feng carefully observed the strength of Shintaro Matsuo and Hong Riqing, and found that both of them had internal energy and were probably ancient martial artists.

But Hong Liqing seems to have just entered the realm of an ancient warrior of the Yellow-level, while Shintaro Matsuo has long reached the realm of an ancient warrior of the late-stage yellow-level, and the strength of the two is too far apart.

Although Shintaro Matsuo tried his best to hide his strength, the Divine Elephant Art practiced by Lin Feng had an extremely sensitive sense of smell and easily detected the internal energy cultivation of this Japanese warrior.

Therefore, based on the difference in internal energy between the two, Lin Feng knew that Hong Liqing was probably in danger in this game, and maybe he might be seriously injured by the Japanese warrior.

But of course he wouldn't say these words stupidly. This is the Hualong Martial Arts Hall, which is someone else's territory. He foolishly said that Hong Liqing was sure to lose. Isn't this looking for a break?

Maybe they will even make them glar and even vent their resentment on themselves.

"It's true that the winner is hard to decide. If Brother Hong loses this game, I may not have to play in person, and I cannot let the Japanese devils show off their power in China." Fang Guoli clenched his fists.

He is a Chinese man, and he usually doesn't like other people showing off their power in China. Even if this matter has nothing to do with him, he still has to take charge of it.

Hearing this, Lin Feng shook his head secretly. He also investigated Fang Guoli's internal energy cultivation. Although he was also one of the ancient martial artists, his internal energy cultivation also reached the late stage of the Yellow-level level, which was not far from that of the Japanese martial artist.

But he was sure that if he really wanted to start, even if Fang Guoli tried his best, he would not be the opponent of this Japanese warrior Shintaro Matsuo.

Because this Japanese warrior Shintaro Matsuo is obviously from an authentic ancient martial arts sect and has a master's heritage, but this Guoli is completely a wild way to become a monk. He has gone through many adventures to reach his current state.

Let’s not talk about anything else, the martial arts they each master are not of the same level, just like the difference between a professional fighter and a street thug.

Even if street thugs gain the upper hand with their blood and some street fighting experience, the one who wins in the end must be a systematically trained professional fighter!

Just as Lin Feng was thinking this way, the two on the field began to fight.

"ah!"

Hong Riqing knew that his strength might not be as good as Shintaro Matsuo, so he took the initiative and shouted loudly, launching a fierce attack on Shintaro Matsuo, like a cheetah.

"Hmph, stupid Chinese people, do you think this will gain the upper hand? It's just a dream!" Shintaro Matsuo sneered a few times, and calmly avoided Hong Liqing's attack.

If he failed, Hong Liqing's eyes burst out with a trace of light, and he clenched his fists with both hands, without any tendency to stop attacking. He launched a continuous attack on Shintaro Matsuo, so that he would not have the chance to breathe.

"Good job, senior brother, just kill that little Japanese to death."

"It's this momentum. That little Japanese is no match for you at all. Let's fuck him down."

The students from Hualong Martial Arts Hall were yelling at the side, very excited.

Lin Feng shook his head secretly, "The hardness cannot be long, and the softness cannot be defended." The reason why Matsuo Shintaro did not fight back was to wait until Hong Riqing's power was exhausted before taking a fatal blow.

Both the masters Hua Xiaofeng and Fang Guoli saw Hong Liqing's weakness. When his strength was exhausted, it would probably be the moment when the little Japanese attacked!

"Silly Chinese, go to death!" Just as Hong Riqing's old power was gone and the new power was not born, Shintaro Matsuo's eyes burst out with a shiny light, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Hua Xiaofeng widened her beautiful eyes and shouted: "Not good!"

But this reminder was too late. The masters were fighting for it in a short while. Shintaro Matsuo clenched his fists and turned into a sledgehammer, and with a whimpering sound, he hit Hong Liqing hard on the chest.

"Oh..." Hong Liqing widened his eyes and was in horror.

Bang!

Two punches hit Hong Liqing's chest hard, and a few clicks, the ribs in his chest were broken. He quickly took a few steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood mist.

"I'm sorry..." Hong Liqing screamed tragically, fell to the ground with a thunderous sound, and fell into a coma.

Hua Xiaofeng was shocked and hurried to Hong Liqing's side, held his pulse, and felt that there was no sign of life's danger, so she felt relieved.

At the same time, she widened her eyes and looked at the Japanese Shintaro Matsuo with murderous intent. Although Hua Xiaofeng was very unwilling to accept it now, if her senior brother Hong Riqing was not the opponent of this little Japanese Shintaro Matsuo, then even if she went up, she would probably just give her food.

For a moment, the students of Hualong Martial Arts Hall were silent.

Shintaro Matsuo easily defeated Hong Riqing and said contemptuously: "This is the master of Hualong Martial Arts Club. I am really disappointed. It really disappoints me. If you all have this level, I advise you to close the door as soon as possible.

Although the world of martial arts is very big, it is not a place where you weak people can survive. It seems that only we Japanese are the strongest in this world, and you Chinese are all a bunch of shit!"

He looked at the students from the Hualong Martial Arts Hall with contempt, with a look of despisingness.

"Despicable and shameless. If our master is not injured, you, the little Japanese, dare to come to provoke you."

"Yes, it's just a guy who will take advantage of others' danger. Do you have some courtesy, righteousness, integrity and shame?"

The students from Hualong Martial Arts Hall were very sad and angry, staring at Shintaro Matsuo angrily.

"Hmph, they are all a group of guys who can only talk, saying that your devil master will definitely defeat me if you come. Now if you have the ability, call him out and I will fight to the death with him. If no one defeats me, don't blame me for dismantling your brand!" Shintaro Matsuo was proud and took the lead.

A group of people were angry and wanted to rush over and beat the arrogant Shintaro Matsuo, but there were many people on the other side, and even if they fought with them in groups, they might not have the upper hand.

"Fight to the death, perhaps only by fighting to the death can you protect the Hualong Martial Arts Hall's signature." Hua Xiaofeng bit her red lips with her teeth, almost bleeding.

She felt sad from her heart. Now, only by fighting to the death can the Hualong Martial Arts Hall have a glimmer of hope.

Too much bullying!

This is really a deceptive!
Chapter completed!