"The curator's situation is not good."

"What kind of medicine did you use in this little day? It's so evil. Not only is your physical strength not depleted at all, but it actually makes you more ferocious."

Gong Ruomei's eyes were also filled with anxiety, and she only regretted that her skills were too weak to replace her father in the ring.

Gong Baosen in the ring was now sweating more and more on his forehead. After all, he was already in his fifties, his physical fitness had already passed its peak, and his Xingyi spear was extremely draining of energy.

"If this continues, defeat is inevitable."

Gong Baosen's eyes narrowed. He knew that he could not lose this game no matter what, otherwise the pressure would be too great.

What's more, how had he, Gong Baosen, ever failed in his life?

Thinking of this, Gong Baosen's eyes flashed with determination.

The next second, amid a burst of exclamations from the audience, Miyabo Mori's spear was thrown away by the opponent's samurai sword.

Faced with this sudden surprise, the Japanese samurai was ecstatic in his eyes, laughed strangely, and stabbed Kiyabo Mori in the abdomen with his sword.

"Master Gong, be careful."

"Dad, get out of the way."

However, Gong Baosen, who had his spear thrown away, seemed to have lost his fighting spirit and just stood there without making any dodge movements.

At first, the Japanese samurai was still going over it quickly in his mind. Miyabo Mori avoided his sword and his next attack.

"Could it be a fraud?"

However, the Japanese samurai quickly gave up his doubts when the sense of isolation from the sword piercing his flesh came.

"Haha, go to hell!"

The Japanese samurai laughed wildly, and with a slash of his samurai sword, he planned to cut open Miyabo Mori's stomach and cut off all his intestines.

However, at this moment, Gong Baosen shouted loudly: "Let go!"

Only then did the Japanese samurai realize in surprise that Miyabosen's hands had appeared on his chest at some point.

"Old Ape Hanging Seal!"

A huge force came from the chin, and the Japanese samurai felt that the entire mandible was broken, and the whole person flew out, and the katana in his hand fell to the floor of the ring.

It wasn't over yet, Mongbao Sen endured the severe pain, took three steps at a time and then two steps at a time and chased the Japanese samurai.

Before the Japanese samurai could stand firm after landing, Miyabomori's fist arrived.

A textbook-standard "collapse punch" pierced the Japanese samurai's chest.

Xingyi Quan takes off the gun and turns it into a fist. Although Gong Baosen does not have a gun in his hand with this punch, his whole body is like a spear, with the fist as the head of the spear, and it pierces the chest of the Japanese samurai fiercely.

"puff……"

The Japanese samurai collapsed to the ground, already dead and unable to die again.

"We win, we win!"

"Well done, Master Gong!"

"Haha, I just said that little Japan is no match for us. Master Gong can defeat them even if he is over fifty years old."

A burst of fierce applause and cheers broke out at the scene, and all the Chinese audience present cheered for Gong Baosen.

Gong Ruomei rushed onto the ring immediately.

"Dad, how are you?"

Gong Baosen covered his abdomen with one hand and put his other hand on his daughter's shoulder. He smiled hard at her and whispered: "Help me down."

Gong Ruomei helped Gong Baosen back to his seat.

"Just ask someone to bandage it for me. It's nothing serious." Gong Baosen said with a pale face.

"Dad, you are injured like this, but you are still not serious. No, I have to take you to the hospital quickly." Gong Ruomei saw that her father's wound was bleeding non-stop, so how could she believe what he said.

"Don't worry, uncle, I will take care of everything."

Just when Gong Baosen was about to argue, a hand pressed on his shoulder.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Gong Baosen held Qin Hao's hand tightly with his blood-stained hand and said with piercing eyes.

It wasn't until Qin Hao nodded that Gong Baosen got up and went to the hospital for treatment with the support of Gong Ruomei and Lao Jiang.

As the bodies of the Japanese samurai were carried away, some differences seemed to arise in the Japanese team.

The remaining two Japanese samurai who had not yet entered the scene were inevitably a little sad, but the strong man in military uniform lifted the body aside with a kick.

"You're a waste. You can't even beat an old man. Such a person deserves to be called a samurai!"

"Take Fujita, what did you say? You are insulting a samurai who died for his country. I demand that you immediately apologize to his body."

Fujita sneered and stared at the other person with stern eyes: "If this can be called sacrificing one's country, then the hero is too worthless."

"Hmph, if I had known he was so weak, I shouldn't have injected him with the powerful stimulants provided by the military. It would have been a waste of our resources."

"Okay, stop arguing. Let those Chinese people see us and think we are fighting among ourselves. You have time to talk, so you might as well think about who to send to fight next." The Japanese ambassador saw the two sides talking.

If a fight breaks out, try to smooth things over quickly.

Fujita folded his arms and turned away disdainfully. As a soldier, what he looked down on most were those officials who only talked and talked. Even diplomats, he never looked down on him. This time, if it weren't for the order of the military department, he would

I won't team up with these "weak chickens".

In Tsuyoshi Fujita's view, for this competition, it would be better to directly select a group of brave warriors from their military headquarters. Any martial artist who actually goes to the battlefield will be weak-footed shrimps.

"I come!"

A Japanese samurai jumped onto the ring while he was talking.

On the Chinese side, due to the departure of Gong Baomori, the remaining players can only discuss the order of appearance.

"Let me do this." The boxer of Cai Li Fuquan said.

"Master Liu, be careful." Qin Hao cupped his hand.

"Haha, you're just a little Japanese, let's see how I can take the lead." Master Liu gave a long laugh and jumped onto the ring.

I have to admit that Master Liu is indeed very powerful, with nimble steps and fast movements. When he punches, he can hear the sonic boom even from several rows of spectators away.

The Japanese samurai originally appeared on the stage full of confidence, but as soon as they fought, he realized that the opponent's strength was far beyond his imagination.

No matter in terms of strength or speed, he was superior to him. If he hadn't been doped up, he would definitely not be his opponent.

But even so, he could still feel the tremendous pressure. Not only was the opponent's punches powerful, but his kicks were also unpredictable.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In just a few rounds, he received several blows, especially on his calves. The opponent's kicks were too secretive. Even with the help of stimulants, his reaction speed was very fast.

The increase in magnitude was also caught off guard.

In fact, Master Liu was also very surprised at this moment. He used his fists and kicks as soon as he came up, using all his explosive power, but the opponent could always react at the critical moment, either blocking in advance or avoiding the vital point.

"Hmph, I don't believe it anymore. I can't even break your turtle shell."

Master Liu secretly felt angry. He was different from Gong Baosen. He was an upright and mature man with plenty of strength. He was not afraid of exhaustion.

For a while, the two sides were going back and forth, and the battle was very tense.

This duel also made the audience excited to watch it. Although the previous two battles were very exciting, they actually did not last long. The killing moves that determined the outcome of both sides were completed in an instant. This

There was no video playback at that time, so the winner was decided before everyone could see clearly.

But this one was different, with punches and fists, it stimulated every audience present from both visual and auditory aspects.

However, when the two sides fought in the 30th round, Master Liu seized on the opponent's small flaw and turned around and kicked the Japanese samurai to the ground. Then he did not give the opponent a chance to get up at all.

Ride on the opponent's body and punch him down one after another.

The Japanese samurai was beaten beyond recognition and lost consciousness before he stopped.

"I declare that China wins."

In the Japanese camp, the face of the remaining Japanese samurai changed drastically, and Fujita sneered: "Another trash."

"What did you say?" The Japanese samurai was so angry that he almost drew his sword and wanted to fight Fujita Tsuyoshi, but was finally stopped by the Japanese ambassador.

Regarding the question of who should appear, Fujita said impatiently: "I can solve them by myself, so why waste time."

The Japanese samurai sneered: "Okay, then I'll see how you deal with them, but don't let me collect the corpses for you."

Seeing that the two sides were about to get into trouble again, the Japanese ambassador could only push Tsuyoshi Fujita onto the ring first.

The Chinese side is also discussing who will be sent to this battle.

"Master Liu, Master Qin, this fight is up to me." The master of Longxing Quan had just seen Master Liu show off his skills, and his hands couldn't help but feel itchy.

Master Liu nodded. Even though he won the battle beautifully, it was actually not easy at all and consumed a lot of physical energy.

"Master Lu, be careful, this man's fists are very hard." Qin Hao reminded him with a frown.

"Don't worry, I have experience in dealing with such a big guy." Master Lu said nonchalantly.

While he was speaking, Master Lu had already jumped onto the ring and took advantage of the opportunity to display the dragon-shaped fist. His movements were smooth and graceful, which attracted continuous applause from the audience.

Fujita remained motionless, staring at the other person with cold eyes.
To be continued...