“Li Jun doesn’t only know this ‘kick-sweeping’ move, does he?”
The bastard Chen Jiaju promised the Japanese to pass three tests.
The second person to compete was Koizumi Taro. This guy actually knew some broken Mandarin.
Li Er stretched out a finger and shook it, with a stinking look on his face.
"If you, the Japanese martial arts community, can't even break my simplest one-leg kick, then there is no need for me to use a second move." When Li Er said this, he had his hands behind his back at a 45-degree angle.
Looking up at the sky, er, looking up at the ceiling.
"You——!" Taro Koizumi's face turned red as he looked at the guy in front of him who was talking to him through his nostrils.
Taro Koizumi took a deep breath. A qualified warrior must remain calm at all times, let alone when facing the enemy.
"Li Jun's leg-crossing technique is really powerful. Xiaoquan really hopes to see Li Jun's other outstanding moves!" Taro Koizumi said sincerely.
Li Er nodded slightly, speaking like a master: "I also hope you can force me to use the second move, otherwise it will be too disappointing."
Taro Koizumi was shocked. Although he witnessed Funakoshi Kazuo being knocked down four times by Li Er's "sweeping kick", he really couldn't see the essential difference between Li Er's "sweeping kick" and ordinary sweeping kicks.
The difference, now look at what Li Er means, does he think that he is just like the vain Kazuo Funakoshi, unable to break his inexplicable "sweeping leg"?
Not to mention Taro Koizumi, everyone in the martial arts gym, including Kazuo Funakoshi, who looked lifeless, could not understand the mystery of Li Er's "sweeping kick". It was clearly an ordinary kick move.
When Taro Koizumi watched it for the second time, he had already successfully learned it.
"In that case, Koizumi Taro, a disciple of Doryu Karate, please enlighten me!" Koizumi Taro said politely in broken Mandarin.
"good--!"
After Li Er finished speaking, he immediately struck up a classic Huang Feihong pose.
Taro Koizumi felt a toothache when he saw Li Er's starting position. Li Er's body sank and he opened his hands very widely. This posture looked very handsome, but the hole in his chest was wide open, even for a junior player.
No warrior would use such a stupid starting move.
Taro Koizumi looked seriously into Li Er's eyes. He thought he had some research on Chinese martial arts, but at this moment, he was confused by Li Er.
"Come on!" Li Er waved lightly with his palm.
Seeing such an insulting gesture, Koizumi Taro's eyes twitched and he stepped towards Li Er.
"Ding! The target has entered the attack range!" The system reminder sounded.
"Attack with sweeping legs!" Li Er raised the corners of his mouth.
Li Er just put his hands on the ground.
Koizumi Taro immediately jumped into the air. He had already discovered that Li Er's "sweeping leg" almost touched the ground. As long as he jumped up, he could leave the attack range of the "sweeping leg".
Taro Koizumi's idea was beautiful, but the reality was cruel. Li Er's right leg was still more than one meter away from Taro Koizumi. Taro Koizumi thought that he would be able to easily avoid this move, and then hit Li Er's leg critically.
when.
"Snapped--!"
After Taro Koizumi fell to the ground, he quickly bounced up and retreated quickly. This guy's movements were done in one go, and he had a strong sense of crisis.
"Baga——!" Koizumi Taro stared at Li Er in disbelief. He had no idea what had just happened.
The Ueno Martial Arts School was once again in an uproar. They once again saw Li Er using a very clumsy 'sweeping' move, and then Taro Koizumi, like Kazuo Funakoshi, stupidly didn't know how to dodge, and was swept down in a daze.
on the floor.
Taro Koizumi's willpower is obviously not as strong as Kazuo Funakoshi's. Kazuo Funakoshi could see Li Er's leg hitting him and was helpless. However, Taro Koizumi faced Li Er's "sweeping leg", but he stopped himself.
, he seemed to have lost the memory of the middle part of the scan.
At that time, Taro Koizumi only saw Li Er waving his feet, and then he fell to the floor. What happened in the middle, he really couldn't figure out the situation.
At this time, Li Er transformed into Huang Feihong again, assuming a nightmare-like signature pose.
"Li's sweeping legs, welcome to taste!" Li Er said seriously.
Taro Koizumi's face turned green. Losing is not terrible. What is terrible is that losing is unclear.
Funakoshi Kazuo looked at Koizumi Taro's incredible expression of seeing a ghost, and his eyes suddenly filled with tears. Finally, someone realized what it was like to fight against Li Er, and he was so damn happy for Amaterasu.
Taro Koizumi carefully and slowly moved closer to Li Er.
Li Er is still standing like Huang Feihong, unmoving, with a martial arts state of being as still as a virgin and as active as a rabbit.
Taro Koizumi continued to move, while Li Er remained motionless.
Taro Koizumi moved forward, constantly encroaching on the distance between him and Li Er. The audience outside the venue all involuntarily lowered their breaths and watched nervously as Taro Koizumi approached Li Er.
The battle was about to break out. This time, there was no need to remind him, let alone guess. The whole audience was sure that Li Er must have put his hands on the ground, and then used his mother's magical "sweeping leg".
Taro Koizumi's palms were already filled with sweat. He was brave when he was brave. His mental quality was not as good as Kazuo Funakoshi's. However, with the experience contributed by Kazuo Funakoshi, Taro Koizumi knew that Li Er's "sweeping leg" was done with his right foot, so his eyes were tight.
Keep an eye on Li Er's right foot.
"Ding! The target has entered the attack range!" The system prompt sounded.
The corners of Li Er's mouth curled up.
"Be careful!" Kazuo Funakoshi warned loudly.
Koizumi Taro stared at Li Er's feet, but Funakoshi Kazuo paid attention to Li Er's expression.
Sure enough, in the next moment Li Er lowered his body, put his hands on the ground, left foot as the axis, and swept out with his right foot.
"Sweep the hall!" The audience, regardless of whether they were the 'Chinese team' or the 'Japanese team', exclaimed involuntarily.
"Go to hell!"
After Taro Koizumi saw Li Er holding his hands on the ground, he immediately lifted his feet off the ground, opened his hands, and pounced on Li Er like a tiger with his palms in the shape of claws. This move was naturally not within the scope of karate, but Taro Koizumi couldn't control it.
More, he intuitively felt that as long as his feet were still touching the ground, he would be swept down by Li Er. Now that his feet were off the ground, he would see what his "sweeping legs" would sweep away.
"Snapped--!"
Koizumi Taro lay on the floor with a dazed look on his face.
"What's going on?" Koizumi Taro yelled nervously. His hands were clearly about to grab Li Er's neck just now. Why did he leave so far away all of a sudden?
The audience present all looked at Taro Koizumi in astonishment, this guy must have been beaten to his brain, right?
"Chi—!" Taro Koizumi suddenly found that his cheek was burning and hurting. He touched it with his hand, and the pain stung even more. There was a huge shoe print on Taro Koizumi's face.
Taro Koizumi didn't know that he had just used his face to prove to everyone that Li Er's sweeping leg could be swept out in the air and did not necessarily have to fly close to the ground.
"Did you hit me?" Taro Koizumi asked Li Er with a twitching face. Li Er naturally would not answer such an idiotic question. Taro Koizumi turned to look at his master, and Master Koizumi looked at his apprentice with a frown.
I was very angry. People who have never experienced Li Er's "sweeping the hall's legs" will never understand the feeling of powerlessness and despair.
Taro Koizumi's eyes were full of confusion. Li Er really kicked him, but why didn't he notice it at all? Was his kick really so fast?
Taro Koizumi glared at Li Er with hatred in his eyes. He was sure that when Li Er fought with Kazuo Funakoshi just now, his kick speed was not that fast. This bastard was targeting him specifically, and he actually practiced the instant speed of his kick to the point of human eyes.
The extent to which the trajectory cannot be captured.
A helpless feeling of frustration spread throughout Koizumi Taro's heart.
It's just that Taro Koizumi didn't know that in the eyes of the audience, Li Er's kick was not very fast, but it was because Taro Koizumi's reaction was too slow that he was slapped in the face by Li Er's "sweeping kick".
Ding Jianguo and others from the 'Chinese Team' even thought that Little Japan was so useless. They used to think that the elites of the Yamada Group should be masters, but they didn't expect that they couldn't even stop such a slow footwork. They felt that they could do it too.
After defeating ten or eight of these little devils, my self-confidence suddenly exploded and my chest straightened out.
Taro Koizumi continued to rush towards Li Er in disbelief.
"Snapped--!"
"How could it be?" Koizumi Taro got up and continued to rush towards Li Er.
"Snapped--!"
The members of the "Japan Team" couldn't help but raise their hands to cover their eyes, unable to bear looking at Taro Koizumi.
'Are you a pig? It's so simple to sweep your legs, jump up and hit his head!'
"Snapped--!"
"Snapped--!"
Taro Koizumi slumped on the floor with his eyes blank, and the guy murmured: "Sorcery, sorcery, this must be sorcery."
