Yang Lin couldn't help but think of a sentence.

'Enter the village quietly, don't let anyone shoot you.'

Presumably, those Japanese devils got inspiration from this kind of action.

Isn't this too cautious?

Yang Lin was a little helpless. He heard the noise from the people around him.

And the snickering of those English and French people.

Perhaps, in their view, martial arts competitions between Easterners are actually more like child's play.

Because neither of the two people on the stage is the kind of strong man with bulging muscles.

Although he is not short in stature, he has even bones and flesh and does not look very powerful.

In particular, Yang Lin was wearing a sky-blue robe and standing there like a jade tree in the wind. He was simply a model of a good young man in troubled times.

He looks like he can fight very well.

As the boos started to rise, Yang Lin was the first to get impatient.

He is not happy to stand on stage and act like a monkey to foreigners.

Is this how the vigorous and famous Sino-Japanese martial arts competition started?

This made him slightly embarrassed.

"Whether you want to fight or not, I will take action if you don't."

Yang Lin put away his fist to greet guests, stood up straight, and started to walk forward.

Suddenly, Akutagawa Ryuichi shouted loudly, like a thunderbolt in the sky, shaking the eardrums of everyone around him.

Some people couldn't even sit firmly and fell off their chairs.

Along with the sound of drinking.

Just now he was as cautious as a wolf, but now he is as fierce as a tiger.

A half-jump impact, the right hand rushed forward, followed by the back hand, and the palm turned into a sword and slashed down.

Wherever the foot stepped, there was a crash, and the wooden base collapsed, creating a deep hole, and sawdust sputtered out like flying snow.

When the palm sword is slashed down, the sound of the sword whining is endless, which adds a bit of power.

"Then try your palm power."

Yang Lin's eyes turned cold.

The guy opposite made too many little moves. Sometimes he was too careful, sometimes he yelled and shouted, and he attacked when people weren't paying attention. He was really full of tricks...

This is a popular Japanese technique that incorporates military tactics into boxing moves.

It's a pity it's useless.

Knife to knife.

Yang Lin's right hand hanging by his side drew an arc, starting from his feet, he used his palm to cut through the wind.

From the left side, from bottom to top, draw side by side.

Boom...

The edges of their palms collided, making a cutting sound like blades.

As soon as Akutagawa Ryuu flew down, he stagnated in mid-air, with a look of pain in his eyes.

He retracted his right hand like an electric shock, and a piece of blood dripped from it.

His body spun in mid-air, and with this force, he spun his flying legs backwards and swept towards Yang Lin's head.

It looks like he is retreating, but actually he is turning around to attack.

The legs are like giant axes, cutting and splitting. If it hits, even a huge boulder will be turned into stone powder.

Akutagawa Ryuichi had this conviction in his heart.

All the Jingwu Sect disciples below the stage let out a low cry.

Chen Zizheng and others also looked cautiously.

Obviously, even they did not expect that this Japanese karate master would be so flexible.

Just now, from a brazen attack to retreating in frustration... it turned into a concentrated kick in the blink of an eye.

He is so scheming and never misses any opportunity.

As expected, he is a Meishin-ryu who is all-out offensive and all-defensive, and his desire to attack is so strong that it is terrifying.

On the Japanese side, a group of karate disciples gave out loud cheers.

This is the famous killing move of Mingxin Gym.

"Pounce on the head and chop with a twist."

This is also Akutagawa Ryuichi's signature technique that shocked Hokkaido, Japan.

Facing Lin Kong's slashing attack, Yang Lin's expression was indifferent and he didn't even move his eyebrows. His body was pulled back for no apparent reason like a spring.

Stepping forward and backward, you will walk through the clouds and flowing water.

No intention at all can be seen.

Like a prophet who predicts the future.

Then, he saw the tips of Akutagawa Ryuichi's legs sweeping in front of the tip of his nose.

Amidst the sharp roar, nothing was hit.

Akutagawa Ryuichi was shocked and quickly shrank his body, trying to fall to the ground and retreat.

But he felt a sharp pain coming from the inner thigh, and he flew up involuntarily, flipping over in mid-air, snap...

He fell to the ground and fell into a pit of broken wood. He twitched for several seconds. Under the strange look in the referee's eyes, he struggled to get up. His head was dizzy and his nose was bleeding.

Looking at Yang Lin, it was like seeing a ghost.

The opponent's response was so weird. Not only did he advance and retreat like lightning, he also acted like a prophet, seeing through everything about himself.

Just now, he suddenly stepped back and raised his legs. His timing was extremely clever. Not only was he powerful, but he was also fast, so fast that he didn't even hear the sound of breaking wind.

"You dare to challenge Master Huo even with such a low level of skill. I don't know who gave you the courage?"

Yang Lin stood there with his hands behind his back, as if he hadn't moved.

But his face was full of disdain: "If all Japanese people are like this, I have to admit that you made me laugh."

He was bragging wildly beforehand, but he turned out to be a weakling in the fight. The meaning behind Yang Lin's words was actually extremely cruel.

The more Akutagawa Ryuichi heard, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

This time it wasn't because I was beaten, but because I was angry.

To set off the embarrassment he had just gotten up from, the description was even more tragic.

However, no one was afraid at this time, but instead found it ridiculous.

The Jingwu Sect disciples all raised their arms high and cheered loudly.

"Master Yang is mighty."

Over at the karate gym, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and everyone's face turned pale.

Is this what a master of Akishin-ryu looks like who can compete with karate master Funakoshi Yokoyama?

For a while, they couldn't accept the reality.

Fujita's face was cold, and he glanced at Akino fiercely, making him sweat profusely.

"There is still a chance, don't rush."

He said urgently in a low voice.

Sure enough, Akutagawa Ryuichi, who had a gloomy expression on the stage, finally seemed to have made a decision and gently touched his arms with his fingers.

Within a few breaths, his face turned pale, his whole body was sweating, and his breath was unusually strong.

Amidst the screams of everyone around him, everyone discovered that Yang Lin didn't move at all.

Just standing there, slightly bending and stretching his arms, he blocked Akutagawa Ryuichi's crazy attack.

It seemed to go against the common sense of mechanics. The violent fists and kicks that seemed to be able to break trees and rocks seemed to be driven into a quagmire. They were empty and could not reach their destination.

"Didn't I say that he is best at Plum Blossom Sword and Mizong Fist? He always strikes quickly and strikes first... What kind of method is this?"

The foreigners present were all dumbfounded.

I saw that Akutagawa Ryuichi was out of breath from the fight, and his heavy clothes were soaked with sweat and could not damage even a single hair on his opponent.

They couldn't help it anymore and started screaming, "why, why".

Huo Yuanjia, Chen Zizheng, and Zhang Yuquan from the Jingwu Sect stood up abruptly, their eyes shining brightly.
To be continued...