Miyamoto Ichiro's words ignited the frenzy at the scene.
Those pairs of excited eyes were like the eyes of a wolf, wanting to eat Lu Fan alive and tear him into minced meat on the spot.
"Are you planning to fight on wheels?"
Lu Fan glanced at the densely packed crowd in front of him of thousands of Japanese disciples from the eighth and eighth ranks of Beijing.
"Of course not."
Ichiro Miyamoto chuckled: "Next, my three top disciples will take turns challenging you."
"These three great disciples have all reached the primary level of Great Sword Master. Among them, my disciple has already surpassed the intermediate level three years ago, which is the tenth level of your Chinese ancient martial arts master."
"But you can rest assured that our sword masters from the Japanese Empire will never bully the weak."
"According to regulations, they will not use their true energy to compete with you."
"My three apprentices will use your Chinese martial arts to compete with you."
"They will use Chinese martial arts to defeat you, the strongest of the younger generation of Chinese martial arts."
After he finished speaking, three young men wearing Japanese Bushido black robes strode forward and walked out: "Master!"
"You three, use the Chinese martial arts that I taught you and are your best at, to defeat this man."
Miyamoto Ichiro pointed his finger at Lu Fan: "It has always been your wish and destiny to defeat the powerful martial arts leader of the Chinese nation. Now the opportunity is in front of you. Use your strongest martial arts to defeat this Chinese man and prove that I
Japanese martial arts is the best in the world!"
"Number one in the world!"
"Number one in the world!"
"Number one in the world!"
"..."
Shouts came and went, echoing throughout the square.
Then, at Miyamoto Ichiro's signal, thousands of people retreated quickly and formed a huge circle around the entire square, leaving an open space for the four people to compete.
In the center of the square, Lu Fan stood with his hands behind his hands, looking calmly at the Japanese man walking in front of him.
"Are you Lu Fan, the one who won the Shenglongbang Ancient Martial Arts Competition in China?"
The Japanese man sneered and said: "My name is Miyamoto Hideishi. I am Master's third disciple. I am good at Yin Yang Palm. Today, I will use your Chinese martial arts to defeat you, the Chinese champion, and prove to the world that I
Japanese martial arts is orthodox and number one in the world!"
"Don't talk too much nonsense."
Lu Fan said calmly: "Let's take action."
"idiot!"
Miyamoto Eiji was irritated by Lu Fan's indifference. He roared, turned his right hand, and slapped Lu Fan with one palm!
The entire air, under this palm, instantly dropped several degrees!
Lu Fan frowned. He could feel the biting cold contained in this palm. He immediately did not dare to be careless. When he turned sideways to hide, he also slapped the palm towards the approaching palm wind.
"boom!"
The two palms meet.
Hideshi Miyamoto was motionless, and another palm was struck again, and this palm caused the temperature around him to increase several times in an instant! Lu Fan felt as if his whole body had suddenly stepped out of the cold winter, and he was standing under the scorching sun,
Layers of dense sweat slowly cover the pores of the skin.
"Is this the Yin Yang Palm?"
This kind of palm technique that can cause drastic changes in the surrounding air without using any inner energy, almost makes a person like him whose mood has been calm for a long time, have a look of shock in his eyes.
Such a refined palm technique, which coincides with the Great Dao and resonates with the laws of nature, is enough to arrogantly surpass the entire Chinese martial arts, and no one can match it.
