The heavens, start from one person

Chapter 14

Ye Wen's roar completely shocked the audience, and Li Zhao interpreted it to the Japanese officer, which made the Japanese general above look unbelievable.

"What, you want to hit ten?"

General Miura showed an incredible expression. The officer beside him was named Sato, and he said with a sneer: "Ten hits, okay, I can't wait to see it, hahaha, the fifth group division, the first squad, The third class, the fifth class, come out!"

Following an order, ten Japanese came to the competition arena, and they made ready punches. Ye Wen also crossed his hands, and his clenched fists creaked.

"drink!"

Ye Wen and the ten Japanese samurai shouted in unison, and they quickly confronted each other. Ye Wen, full of anger, punched the ten Japanese fiercely.

He grabbed a Japanese man, punched the opponent's abdomen with his fist, kicked him sideways, and kicked his thigh to the point of bending.

The next moment, a Japanese man from behind attacked with a fist. Ye Wen turned his head to avoid it, and then returned his elbow, hitting the Japanese man hard in the abdomen.

"Forehead!"

With a dull sound, Ye Wen turned around and counterattacked. His strength was fierce, and his punches were as cold as the cold wind in the north, mixed with knives to cut the opponent.

Several Japanese exchanged glances, and the four fists came up, down, left, and right, forming a perfect dead angle. Ye Wen didn't panic when he saw this, he waved his hands, and immediately unleashed different punching techniques to attack the four of them.

With their hands intertwined, the fists and bodies of the four people were actually staggered, and they went directly towards the other warriors on the side. Just like the four or two moves of a thousand pounds in Tai Chi, they used their strength to fight, so that all the attacks were invisibly resolved by him.

"What kind of boxing is this!"

General Miura watched with wide-eyed eyes on the stage, his expression was full of disbelief, this was a martial art he had never seen before.

"Master, in this person's boxing technique, there is the shadow of the Great Teleportation of the Universe!"

Zhang Wuji spoke, Zhao Lizheng nodded, and said softly: "That's what I taught him, to make him stronger so that he can beat these Japanese pirates and dwarves!"

"In a moment I will hit twenty, you will hit thirty!"

Zhao Lizheng said as he ordered, Zhang Wuji nodded.

At this time, Ye Wen's figure shuttled faster and faster in the arena, and he knocked down one Japanese after another, until finally, all the Japanese couldn't stand up anymore.

Seeing this, the rest of the Japanese stood up again, punching and preparing to attack Ip Man, but were stopped by someone shouting: "Stop!"

It was none other than General Miura who stopped drinking. He looked at Ip Man, motioned for the Japanese officer beside him to drop the rice he should have given, and then said, "Come again tomorrow!"

"He told you to come back tomorrow!"

Li Zhao spoke in a slightly low voice, and Ye Wen was silent. After a long while, he stared at Miura fiercely and said, "I'm not here for these white rice!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and picked up the rice bag covered in Master Liao's blood. General Miura looked at Ye Wen and called out loudly, "Hey, what's your name?"

"General Miura asks you, what's your name!"

Li Zhao turned his head and said to Ye Wen, Ye Wen gave him a meaningful look, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain, and then said: "I don't call anything, I am a Chinese!"

This remark made Li Zhao very embarrassed, and he immediately said: "General Miura, he said he is..."

"He said he was a Chinese!"

Before Li Zhao finished speaking, an abrupt voice sounded, Li Zhao's expression changed, he turned around, and saw Zhao Lizheng and Zhang Wuji walking together.

"You understand Japanese? What are you doing here!"

Li Zhao's face changed drastically, and Ye Wen who was on the side also looked at Zhao Lizheng with a look of surprise.

"Oh, who are you!"

General Miura looked at him with a strong interest on his face. It is rare for him to see a Chinese who can understand Japanese.

"My name is Zhao Lizheng, and you are General Miura, right? You are here to do this, don't you just want to see our martial arts? Okay, I will give you a chance, dare you let your men come down and fight me? Ten, I will hit twenty, this one will hit thirty!"

Zhao Lizheng pointed to General Miura's nose and said, he was very imposing, and Sato beside him had a fierce look in his eyes, and he wanted to raise his gun to kill Zhao Lizheng.

"Put down the gun!"

General Miura stopped Sato's behavior with a loud shout. He looked into Zhao Lizheng's eyes and said coldly, "Everyone, get ready!"

"Yes, that's right, it's best to call everyone together, we're in a hurry!"

After saying that, Zhang Wuji on the side understood, he unleashed his aura of a martial arts master and shocked everyone back.

At this moment, all the Japanese warriors gathered around one after another. This was their battle to defend the spirit of Japanese Bushido. Although they were outnumbered, they already felt the unfathomable strength of the two.

"start!"

Zhao Lizheng took the lead, and he punched a Japanese suddenly. His punching technique was sharp, and the Golden Light Curse was precisely controlled by him on his fist.

At the same time, he used his great teleportation of the universe, and no one could beat him in terms of boxing skills.

Soon he was fighting among a group of Japanese, and his methods were so brutal that it was impossible to avoid them.

"This is your Japanese Bushido? Are you laughing? This is also worthy of being called Tao!"

After the words fell, Zhao Lizheng punched a Japanese man in the abdomen again, and he felt happy for no reason.

"idiot!"

When several Japanese heard Zhao Lizheng's remarks, their faces showed anger, and they attacked Zhao Lizheng together.

"Our bushido, even God will fear!"

Several Japanese fists fell, Zhao Lizheng did not dodge or evade, and also punched in the same way.

"God? Is God as hard as my fist? Break!"

This punch hit several Japanese fists and shattered their arm bones almost instantly.

Zhao Lizheng's internal strength is also quite terrifying. In his eyes, these Japanese people are no different from ordinary people!
On the other side, Zhang Wuji was in a state of killing all directions. He didn't use the Great Teleportation of the Universe, but used the Nine Suns Divine Art to beat up the crowd.

His Nine Suns Divine Art makes him invincible, and the internal force contained in one punch can almost kill them.

Zhang Wuji dealt with people faster, and soon the two of them beat up all the Japanese, and the two standing on the field soon received cheers from many people.

"Okay, good fight!"

They hated the Japanese, and they must have been very happy to see the two beating the Japanese so hard.

Seeing this, Sato's face was ugly. He stretched out his pistol and loaded it. The Japanese soldiers on the side also loaded their pistols and surrounded the two of them.

"You can win this martial arts competition, but can your country win the war with us?"

Miura signaled everyone to put down the guns in their hands, and said.

(End of this chapter)