On the ring, Fujita Tsuyoshi, who had looked disdainful just now, now looked horrified, and the skin on his face looked a little ferocious due to the continuous exertion of force.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from Qin Hao's hand. At this moment, the hand was like a cage, locking him tightly and unable to move.
In the Japanese camp, the samurai who had just been ridiculed by Fujita said disdainfully: "Humph, you are saying how powerful you are, even a young boy can't handle it."
When the disciple of Funakoshi Free Clinic heard this, he said solemnly: "No, don't underestimate him, he is very strong."
"Very strong, how strong can it be?"
"Eight years ago, he defeated my junior brother with three punches. He was only twelve years old at that time."
"Is your junior brother the son of Master Funakoshi?"
Seeing the other party nodding, the Japanese samurai looked horrified. You must know that Funakoshi's son has made a lot of noise in the Japanese martial arts world in recent years. He is known as the strongest samurai of the younger generation. He has never fought against his peers.
Defeat.
Eight years ago, he should have been seventeen years old, but he was defeated by a twelve-year-old boy with three punches.
"Is he really that strong?"
By the time the Japanese samurai's eyes were focused on the ring again, Fujita Tsuyoshi had given up wrestling with Qin Hao. Instead, he raised his leg and kicked Qin Hao's calf, trying to force the opponent to dodge.
However, before Fujita Tsuyoshi's legs could fully straighten, Qin Hao had already raised his knees and pushed towards Fujita Tsuyoshi's knees.
This move was so fast that Tsuyoshi Fujita had no time to change his move, so he could only grit his teeth and hit him with his knees raised.
"boom"
Fujita just felt a numbness in his knee, followed by a heartbreaking pain. The moment he hit Qin Hao's knee, he felt that what he hit was not a flesh and blood body, but a protective steel plate of an armored vehicle. Just one blow, and he was stunned.
He shattered all illusions.
"Where did this kid come from?" Fujita cursed secretly. He had absolute confidence in his physical strength. In these years, he had never encountered a stronger human being than himself.
In addition, before the competition, he took powerful stimulants, and he could feel that he was stronger than ever before. However, even in his strongest form, he was defeated in front of a young man in his early twenties one after another. How could he?
accept?
"Hmph, even if you are really a piece of steel, I will melt you. The majesty of the Japanese Empire does not allow anyone to violate it."
As a soldier, Tsuyoshi Fujita's fighting will is not comparable to that of Japanese samurai.
However, just when he was about to launch a fierce offensive, Qin Hao suddenly let go.
Fujita had just rubbed his sore wrist, and when he was confused, he saw Qin Hao rushing towards him.
The distance between the two sides was only two bodies. In just two steps, Qin Hao had already rushed in front of Tsuyoshi Fujita. Before he could react, he struck Fujita Tsuyoshi in the chest with a punch of rushing step and collapse fist.
Fujita just felt a tightness in his chest, and his whole body felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed train and flew out.
"Boom"
Takeshi Fujita is tall and tall, about 1.8 meters tall, and has a body as strong as a bull. His total weight is close to 200 kilograms.
But under Qin Hao's punch, he flew out directly.
This scene stunned all the audience, and for a moment, the entire theater was silent.
When Fujita just landed and got up in embarrassment, there was another commotion at the scene.
"Is this fake? Can you really knock someone away with one punch? Isn't this a performance?"
"No matter what kind of performance we perform, we don't care about the occasion. Can Little Japan cooperate with us in performing?"
"That's right, this is a stage where life and death certificates are signed, how can it be possible to perform?"
Many spectators then remembered that two people had died in the ring just now, and three others were seriously injured. This was an extremely cruel ring, not a circus show to impress people.
"Oh, my dear, this young man is so handsome. His movements are as graceful as dancing."
A blonde lady said with peach blossoms in her eyes.
The U.S. Ambassador nodded in agreement: "Yes, his movements have an indescribable beauty."
"Oh, it's a pity that your term of office is about to end. We are going back to the United States and we will never see his performance again." The lady said regretfully.
The American ambassador said flatteringly: "If Madam likes it, I can try to invite him to come to the United States to compete."
"Really? That's great." The lady was so excited that she gave the American ambassador a passionate kiss.
After hearing this, the bald man on the side winked at the Chinese lady beside him, and the latter nodded understandingly to show his understanding.
Compared to the joy and pure appreciation of the other spectators, the Japanese ambassador's face was very ugly, and he mentally scolded Tsuyoshi Fujita and all the Japanese players.
"Waste, it's all waste."
On the ring, just after Fujita fell to the ground, he felt a suffocation in his chest. It took a while before the suffocation feeling weakened.
After all, he was a man who had trained his muscles to the extreme. Fujita just rubbed his chest, stood up again, roared, and rushed towards Qin Hao like a completely irritated brown bear.
At the same time, Tsuyoshi Fujita also knew very well that he was definitely no match for Qin Hao in terms of fists and kicks. He wanted to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the opponent and use his physical advantages to completely defeat him.
"careful."
Many Chinese spectators present could not help but scream in surprise when they saw this scene.
Facing Fujita Go's sudden surge, Qin Hao slowly took up his stance, slightly bent his legs, lowered his center of gravity, and spread out his arms.
"Hmph, since you want to fight hand to hand, let me show you who is the pinnacle of the physical body in this world!"
It was too late, but it was fast. Fujita Tsuyoshi's huge body, after running and accelerating, was instantly in front of him with a terrifying impact.
The sound of wind caused by running whistled past Fujita Go's ears. When he saw that Qin Hao did not dodge, but instead made a gesture of trying to catch him, Fujita Go couldn't help but feel happy.
"Boy, you can't blame me for seeking death."
In an instant, the two sides had collided with each other, each grabbing the other's shoulders with their hands. The strong impact made Takey Fujita lean forward involuntarily, as if his whole body was pressed against Qin Hao.
However, even so, although Qin Hao's upper body shook slightly due to the impact, his feet did not move an inch.
Unexpectedly, relying entirely on his own strength, he managed to catch Go Fujita's earth-shattering impact.
However, the impact brought by Fujita Go's impact was indeed strong, and even Qin Hao exerted all his strength.
The muscles are naturally congested with blood under external stimulation, and the buttons on the chest of the originally tight-fitting training clothes are burst, and the strong chest muscles gradually appear in everyone's sight.
"So he is so strong?"
At this moment, everyone was shocked to realize that this young man in the ring, who did not look very burly, actually had muscles that were not inferior to Takeshi Fujita's.
Even Tsuyoshi Fujita was surprised. He knew very well how much energy and training it took to build muscles to this level.
However, Fujita Tsuyoshi did not stop because of this. Instead, he increased his strength and tried to crush Qin Hao. As a soldier, he would not give up even if he was in a desperate situation.
For a moment, the two sides in the ring were like two ferocious beasts in an arena, fighting hand to hand with their most primitive instincts.
This is the collision of muscle and muscle, and the combination of strength and beauty.
Under the condition of extreme congestion, the muscles on both sides became larger, the water chestnuts became more distinct, and the blood vessels were like long winding snakes squirming under the surface of the skin, looking ferocious and terrifying.
"Oh my God, I didn't expect to see such a wonderful performance in China. I'm so lucky."
"Yeah, I always thought that only us white people can have such a figure. I never thought that Asians can do it too."
A group of foreign ladies didn't care about the occasion at all. At this moment, they were immersed in the muscle jungle of the ring. They didn't regard this as a life and death fight at all, but more like watching a macho muscle show.
"Young man, we believe you can defeat the little devil."
"Young man, you must not lose to the little devil."
"Fuck him to death!"
The Chinese audience began to react and cheered for Qin Hao.
The Japanese audience also cheered Fujita Go in Japanese.
The atmosphere of the grand theater was also heightened to its peak.
In the ring, Fujita Tsuyoshi's face was red from holding back his strength. He felt that he was about to be exhausted, so he held his breath and wanted to take down Qin Hao in a short time.
However, at this moment, Qin Hao laughed: "Since you have no strength left, it's my turn!"
After saying that, Qin Hao's arms struggled, and veins popped out on the back of his hands that were holding Fujita Tsuyoshi's shoulders.
Fujita Tsuyoshi felt as if his arms had been ripped out of their bones. They were so limp that he could no longer exert any strength. Then, he felt that his upper body was being pulled by a huge force. He leaned forward unconsciously and completely lost control of his upper body.
control.
Before it was over, a sharp pain came from his calf, and a bad thought popped into Fujita's mind.
"Could he be..."
Before he could finish his thoughts, his body was floating uncontrollably, and then, he heard a few crisp sounds of bone breaking.
Fujita's eyes widened, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then there was no movement.
"Haha, what a pleasure. If you let your little devil go crazy again, you will die. You deserve it."
"This means murderers will always be killed. If you little Japanese don't evacuate from the Northeast, you will definitely have to pay a heavy price."
"This young man is good. This is revenge for the previous boxer."
When the Japanese side saw this scene, they were no less shocked than the Chinese side when they saw Fujita Gang kill a Chinese boxer.
When the word cruelty is used on others, the experience is completely different from when others use it on oneself.
The Japanese ambassador's fingers trembled, and he waited for a while before asking angrily: "This is murder, and you must be responsible for this."
The bald man looked a little unhappy. The lady on the side couldn't stand it anymore and said sarcastically: "Mr. Ambassador, he just treated us Chinese players like this. Why didn't you say murder then?"
"You...you..." The Japanese ambassador was speechless.
During the ring competition, Qin Hao threw Fujita Tsuyoshi's limp body off the ring, walked slowly to the Japanese players, and shouted sternly.
"Who else."
The Japanese players were shocked at first, and then a commotion broke out.
"I want to kill him for insulting our Imperial Japanese samurai."
"Stop me, I'm going to crush his intestines with my katana."
Compared to the craziness of the others, the remaining two players on the Japanese side fell into silence.
Judging from Take Fujita's fighting prowess, he must be above them. This young man easily killed Take Fujita. If they really wanted to fight, none of them would be an opponent. They still had this self-awareness.
"Use weapons, Yamamoto-kun."
"Oh? Doesn't he know how to use weapons?"
"I don't know, but I know that apart from this, we can't find any way to win if we compete with fists and kicks."
"I hope so."
Yamamoto walked to the ring with his katana in hand, cheering himself up in his heart as he walked.
"He is so young, he must have spent all his time practicing boxing and kicking, otherwise how could he be so good at boxing and kicking."
However, when Qin Hao walked to the weapon rack, took out a long spear, and danced several spear flowers, Yamamoto's face became extremely ugly.
"What kind of monster is this guy!"
The opponent looks like he is only in his early twenties. Even if he started practicing from his mother's womb, it wouldn't be so scary, right?
Are there really martial arts wizards in this world?
When things came to a head, Yamamoto had no choice but to bite the bullet. He took a deep breath and rushed towards Qin Hao with the knife in both hands.
He knew very well that in the face of long soldiers, he could only win if he got close.
As a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles, he has become more sober between life and death.
However, when he stepped into the attack range of Qin Hao's spear tip, this possibility was completely killed.
Qin Hao's marksmanship is very similar to Gong Baosen's, but more concise, and his strength is greater. The flexible gun barrel is like a poisonous dragon in his hand, twisting and turning, heading towards Yamamoto from all kinds of incredible places.
Pierce the area.
Yamamoto could only defend with his samurai sword. The five feet in front of Qin Hao was like an invisible chasm. No matter how hard Yamamoto tried, he could not take a step forward.
"ah……"
With Yamamoto's scream, the game came to an abrupt end, and the red cherry blossoms at the head of the gun were dyed more brilliantly with blood, like a blooming rose of death.
"Okay, well done boy."
"Haha, little Japan must have seen it, this is our Chinese martial arts."
“You’ve seen how powerful China is, why don’t you hurry up and go back to your hometown from Northeast China.”
For a time, the theater was filled with cheers and yells from the Chinese audience. After having been frustrated for so long, I finally had a chance to vent my anger.
"Oh, he's great. I bet he would become a household name if he came to America."
"It would be better to come to England. I can make him the most popular oriental gentleman."