In the eyes of everyone, Miyamoto Masao roared towards Lu Fan, like a mighty lion!
Many people raised their hands and were about to cheer.
"Snapped!"
Lu Fan slapped him with his backhand, and he saw Masao Miyamoto's figure flying backwards faster than when he came in.
"boom!"
His body landed heavily, and then a mouthful of blood mixed with white objects spurted out of his mouth.
"idiot!"
Masao Miyamoto stood up from the ground and vomited blood from his mouth. When he found out that he had been slapped by Lu Fan and had his big teeth knocked out, he immediately became angry and roared, clenched his fists and rushed towards Lu Fan again.
"Snapped!"
Another slap in the face sent Masao Miyamoto flying out on the spot, spinning several times in mid-air before falling heavily to the ground.
"idiot!"
"Chinese, die!"
When Masao Miyamoto rushed over for the third time, Lu Fan already showed an impatient look in his eyes:
"Are the fights between Japanese warriors just like ruffians fighting each other?"
"What kind of bushido spirit is this?"
He looked at Miyamoto Masao, who was rushing toward him with blood on his face, and directly raised his foot and kicked him in the chest.
"boom!"
This foot is heavy and steady.
Miyamoto Masao didn't even scream. His face instantly turned blue and purple, and his body was bent into a crotch. His whole body was like a cannonball. His body turned into an afterimage, flew out, and flew directly away from the square.
, hit the stone pillar heavily.
"Buzz!"
The giant stone pillar trembled slightly, and Miyamoto Masao's physical body was almost smashed directly into the stone pillar. His body was briefly frozen on the stone pillar wall before slowly falling to the ground.
"I'm going to kill you, kill you!"
"Forget it, you are no match for him, don't embarrass me, Jingba Liu, anymore."
Ichiro Miyamoto finally spoke, stopping Masao Miyamoto from trying to fight Lu Fan again.
"Master!"
Miyamoto Masao struggled to get up from the ground. As soon as he opened his mouth, another mouthful of black blood spurted out.
His chest was kicked to pieces by Lu Fan, and his bones were shattered. If Lu Fan hadn't wanted to start a killing spree here, this kick would have been enough to kill him.
Ichiro Miyamoto naturally saw this, and he said to his apprentice: "You have performed very well and have not insulted my bushido spirit."
"It's just that the difference in strength between the two of you is too big. If we continue to fight, our Jingbaliu will lose a hero. You go down to heal first, and I will find opportunities for you to take revenge in the future. The shame of today's first blood."
He spoke Japanese, but Lu Fan didn't understand.
It doesn't matter if Lu Fan stands aside. Such a person is too different from himself and can never threaten him.
Even if he is physically injured now, he and Miyamoto Masao are not from the same world at all.
Ichiro Miyamoto originally wanted to use Lu Fanhua's reputation as the champion of the Shenglong Ranking Ancient Martial Arts Competition to boost the morale of his disciples.
Unexpectedly, if you fail to eat the chicken, you will also lose the rice.
Lu Fan's strength was beyond his imagination.
He knew that Lu Fan was currently seriously injured and difficult to treat, otherwise he would not have taken such a big risk to come to the headquarters of his sect in Beijing to test the medicine.
Perhaps, he felt that Lu Fan was just exhausted and did not want to lose his title of champion of the Chinese Martial Arts Newcomer Competition here, so he insisted on fighting with his apprentice. Although he won face, it would only aggravate his injuries, and the gain was not worth the loss.
