Onitsuka Ichiro crossed his arms across his chest, lowered his head, and walked to the field step by step.

"Where is your sword?" Zhang Ling tightened the soft sword in his hand, stared at Onizuka Ichiro, and said through gritted teeth.

In China, knives and swords are two completely different weapons. The most prominent difference is that the former is single-edged, while the latter is double-edged.

But in Sakura Country, there is no distinction between swords and swords. The so-called kendo in Sakura Country actually uses swords.

Onizuka Ichiro spoke in standard Chinese: "To deal with you, there is no need to use a knife."

"Arrogant!"

A flash of anger suddenly flashed across Zhang Ling's face. With a quick shake of his wrist, he held a sword and took the initiative to attack Onizuka Ichiro!

With the blessing of true energy, the soft sword becomes extremely hard.

With a flash of sword light, he stabbed out quickly.

"call out!"

A sharp whistling sound sounded.

In a few breaths, Zhang Ling had already rushed up to Onitsuka Ichiro, the blade of his sword shone with a cold light, and stabbed the latter's throat vitals.

Facing Zhang Ling's attack, Onizuka Ichiro behaved extremely calmly, standing firmly on the spot without moving. Just when the tip of the sword was less than ten centimeters from his throat, he raised his right hand like lightning, and raised his index finger.

Clamp the tip of the sword directly with your middle finger!

"you……!"

Zhang Ling's face suddenly changed and his pupils shrank violently.

This scene is very similar to the battle between Jiang Muyang and Kitahara Ryosuke just now.

They are all weapons that can hold the opponent between two fingers.

"Is this the Chinese martial arts genius?"

The corners of Onizuka Ichiro's mouth slightly lifted, revealing a sarcastic smile.

At the same time, he glanced at Jiang Muyang intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was provoking.

He used Jiang Muyang's method to deal with Zhang Ling, which in itself was provocative.

After finishing speaking, Onitsuka Ichiro flipped his wrist and immediately twisted Zhang Ling's soft sword into a twist!

"You bastard!" Zhang Ling clutched the hilt of the sword with his right hand, veins popping up on his arm.

Onizuka Ichiro smiled disdainfully, flicked his right hand outward, released the soft sword, and flicked his fingers on the blade at the same time.

"Dang~"

A crisp sound sounded.

The soft sword suddenly swayed violently, and Zhang Ling's entire right arm was also affected. He was shaking uncontrollably and his steps became swaying.

"Too weak."

Onizuka Ichiro shook his head slowly and punched out.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ling was punched in the abdomen, and his body suddenly arched, and a cloud of blood mist exploded from his back. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground more than ten meters away.

The soft sword has also been released and flew out.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and put his hands on the ground to get up.

But at this moment, Onitsuka Ichiro came closer with a gust of wind, stepped on Zhang Ling's head, and sipped it hard.

"This is what you call a martial arts genius in China? It's really, really rubbish!"

Onitsuka Ichiro stepped on Zhang Ling, looked around slowly, and said loudly.

What he did and what he said immediately angered all the Chinese people present.

"Zhuo! You little devil, what are you pretending to be!"

"nmsl!"

"This bastard is so abominable! Zhang Ling, fuck him! Get up and fuck him!"

Especially the geniuses of Longmen, their eyes were splitting and they were furious.

When Onitsuka Ichiro stepped on Zhang Ling's face, he stepped on all of their faces.

Even the mature and steady Dao Lingtian felt depressed for a moment and smashed a stone next to him with one palm.

If Jiang Muyang's forceful killing of Kitahara Ryosuke made this martial arts exchange meeting even more bloody, then Onitsuka Ichiro's obviously insulting actions and words completely provoked hostility between the two countries.

This martial arts exchange meeting is destined to go wrong.

"What? Did I say something wrong? You Chinese people are just rubbish, rubbish!" Onizuka Ichiro was extremely arrogant.

"Bastard! Bastard! Egg!" Zhang Ling's face was so trampled that it was deformed. He stared at his bloodshot eyes and spoke every word with difficulty.

Veins popped up on his forehead, and the energy in his body seemed to be boiling.

Crazy against Onizuka Ichiro.

But it has no effect.

The gap in strength between the two is too big.

"It seems that you are not convinced."

Onitsuka Ichiro looked down at Zhang Ling, raised his right foot, and then kicked the latter hard on the head.

"Bang!"

An explosion of energy.

Zhang Ling was kicked and rolled out instantly, leaving shocking blood stains on the ground.

Onizuka Ichiro sneered, took a step forward, caught up with Zhang Ling, grabbed his collar with one hand, and picked him up.

Zhang Ling's head was drooped, blood was coming from his mouth and nose, stars were shining in his eyes, and his consciousness was a little blurry.

"Boy, kneel down in front of me and beg for mercy, and I will spare your life. Otherwise, I will prevent you from even admitting defeat." Onitsuka Ichiro moved his lips and said in a voice that only Zhang Ling could hear.

"hehe……"

Zhang Ling tugged at the corner of his mouth, and blood foam immediately poured out, "Dream!"

Originally, he wanted to force out Onizuka Ichiro's trump card, but he didn't expect that he would be so vulnerable in front of this little devil.

However, it is absolutely impossible for Zhang Ling to do this kind of thing like kneeling down and begging for mercy.

Onizuka Ichiro's face darkened, "Very good, I want to see if your bones are stronger or my fist is stronger."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hit Zhang Ling's chin with an uppercut, sending him flying high into the sky.

Onitsuka Ichiro looked up, his legs slightly bent, then straightened suddenly.

"boom!"

Where it originally stood, a circle of air waves swept away instantly.

Onizuka Ichiro rose into the sky like a rocket, surpassing Zhang Ling's height in the blink of an eye.

With a ferocious smile on his face, he intertwined the fingers of his hands and hugged each other tightly, raised it high, and then, like swinging a big pendulum, slammed it down.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ling's brain was severely injured again, and he fell to the ground like a meteor.

Head down!

If you fall to the ground with such an impact, you will definitely die!

Everyone below immediately held their breath and became nervous.

At the critical moment, Zhang Ling suddenly turned his body and fell sideways to the ground.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound.

Zhang Ling's entire right arm was bent in the direction of the anti-joint, and the dense bone spurs directly pierced the flesh and blood, which was shocking!

"Zhang Ling!"

"Zhang Ling! Give up, give up quickly!"

"Stop it, Zhang Ling, you've done a good enough job!"

Everyone in Longmen shouted.

"Bang!"

Onizuka Ichiro quickly fell to the ground and landed next to Zhang Ling. He looked down at him and asked calmly: "How are you? Are your bones still strong?"

"Me! Japan! You! Mom!"

Zhang Ling stared and roared with all his strength.
To be continued...