There was no time to grieve, and at the next moment, his powerful martial arts intuition made Ichiro Miyamoto slash downwards in an instant.
At the critical moment, Lin Xiao clamped the back of his knife with two fingers.
He was blocked by the enemy halfway through his move, and Miyamoto Ichiro's breath was immediately blocked.
Qi and blood are surging in the body, so the real qi hurts itself.
With a muffled groan, Miyamoto Ichiro felt a sweet taste emerge from his throat.
"If it doesn't work, it won't work. Even taking drugs is useless!"
Lin Xiao shook his head slightly, moved his fingers slightly, and the katana, which was harder than steel, broke again.
What Ichiro Miyamoto held in his hand was only a twenty-centimeter broken sword, which could no longer exert any power.
Outside the field, all the warriors doubted their lives in disbelief.
"So strong! Even the drugged Ichiro Miyamoto is no match for him. Is this young man a strong man at the peak of the Grand Master?!"
A beautiful warrior swallowed her saliva: "That's probably it. Otherwise, how could he destroy Ichiro Miyamoto's weapon with just two moves?"
"No, call Master Jiro quickly!"
Outside the field, several Japanese warriors were once again panicked and immediately took out their phones.
"Damn it!"
The weapon was disabled, Miyamoto Ichiro broke out in cold sweat, abandoned the sword in an instant and retreated.
Lin Xiao's figure followed him everywhere, no matter how Miyamoto Ichiro moved, he always kept one meter away from him.
The fear of being possessed by a ghost instantly enveloped Ichiro Miyamoto.
"Damn it, get out of here!"
Miyamoto Ichiro roared and activated his footwork, and the warriors under the Grand Master could not see his figure clearly.
However, no matter how he changed his body shape and footwork, Lin Xiao's cold face was always in front of him.
The distance between the two people never changed for a moment.
The fear in Miyamoto Ichiro's heart enveloped him like drowning and suffocation.
The gloomy death energy seemed to wrap around him, making him seem so helpless even to avoid it.
"I won't play anymore, it's boring."
Seeing Ichiro Miyamoto falling into fear and punching in a panic, Lin Xiao felt bored.
There are too few warriors in this world who can rival him. Even if Miyamoto Ichiro takes medicine, in his opinion, he is nothing more than that.
Lin Xiao stretched out his white hand and placed it on Miyamoto Ichiro's shoulder.
The movement was so light that it was almost imperceptible, but Miyamoto Ichiro's eyes were full of horror and fear.
"don't want!"
Ichiro Miyamoto begged from his throat, but the next moment he burst out into a shrill scream.
Lin Xiao exerted a slight force, and his five fingers were like the pressure of a giant mountain, instantly shattering Miyamoto Ichiro's left shoulder.
The bones of his left arm were shattered instantly, and the entire arm dropped heavily like a water-filled balloon.
"You, please don't mess around. Our Miyamoto family is the third largest in Japan... ah!"
Seeing that he still didn't forget the threat, Lin Xiao slapped him with a slightly irritated hand.
Ichiro Miyamoto's body was like a kite with its string cut off, and it shot out instantly, flying straight towards the onlookers.
"I'll kick you back!"
Yuan Tian smiled slightly and kicked Miyamoto Ichiro.
Poor Ichiro Miyamoto was like a football, kicked back in an instant.
"Boohoo!"
The strong wind brought by Ichiro Miyamoto cut through the void, bringing with it a gust of wind.
Lin Xiao glanced at Yuan Tian and pointed at Miyamoto Ichiro's right shoulder.