The first rich son-in-law

"My master, the founder of Dongying Liushuiquan School, Kato Takelong!" Jiro Yamamoto proudly revealed his master's name.

"Flowing Water Rock Breaking Fist?"

The alcoholic couldn't help but frowned.

I've never heard of it, maybe it's a newly emerging sect, right?
The nameless master of the sect, dare to challenge his alcoholic?

It is simply incomprehensible!

Although the alcoholic didn't say it clearly, the expression of disdain was written on his face.

After all, he is the leader of the Beiquan school, so how could he take a Japanese small boxing school seriously.

Naturally, Jiro Yamamoto saw the alcoholic's attitude, and there was anger on his face.

"Could it be that the warriors in your country are so short-sighted and look down on people?"

"Although my teacher became famous late, he has unified the entire Dongying boxing world. Even Yoshio Kawashima, who is a swordsman, was defeated by my master. The royal family of our country even awarded my master the title of holy knight. Why do you look down on my master? !"

"What, even Yoshio Kawashima lost to your master?"

Now, the alcoholic was finally moved.

Although the country of Wa is small, there are also several famous masters in the world, and Fangxiong Kawashima is one of them, belonging to the top three martial arts masters in the country of Wa.

Didn't expect to lose to this Kato?

"This is so interesting!" The drunkard suddenly sneered, and immediately glanced at Jiro Yamamoto.

"Well, I'll give you a chance!"

"I throw three punches, if you can catch my three punches, I will accept your master's challenge!"

"Of course, I'm only using one level of skill! I won't kill you!" The drunkard said suddenly, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

He made this request, naturally he had his own purpose.

Know the enemy and know yourself and win a hundred battles!

First of all, this little Japanese bastard actually injured his apprentice, so he naturally wanted to get his face back.

Secondly, you can also use these three punches to find out the details of the opponent's master's boxing techniques.

"Is this true?" Yamamoto Jiro finally heaved a sigh of relief, and he could finally go back and report what his master told him.

And the next moment, the drunkard and his disciples looked like idiots.

"This kid really thinks he can take three punches from Master?"

"Even if it's master's first level of skill, not everyone can bear it!"

"It just doesn't know how to live or die!"

Everyone talked a lot, with mocking expressions on their faces. In their opinion, this kid would definitely die a miserable death.

But Jiro Yamamoto didn't care about it, slowly slid the clogs under his feet to the sides, Dang even made a weird fist, his hands raised and lowered to form a cone in front of his chest.

"What is this? Snake fist?"

"Why do I feel like a chicken eating rice?"

"Hahahaha!"

All the disciples couldn't help laughing.

Only Jiang Beichen suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, showing an expression of interest.

"Master Drunkard, come on, I'll wait for your move!" Jiro Yamamoto didn't show any fear on his face, instead his eyes shone with excitement.

The drunkard frowned, he didn't expect this kid to be really desperate.He couldn't help but sneered, and without talking nonsense, he waved his sleeves and took a step forward.

An incomparably fierce fist rushed straight forward!

All of a sudden, he let out his true energy and flew around, as if an invisible horned dragon slammed directly towards Jiro Yamamoto!

too fast!
Before Jiro Yamamoto could react, he was already crushed by the drunkard's fist. Jiro Yamamoto's bones crackled, and he also groaned, knelt on the ground with one knee, and abruptly accepted the blow. Stormy.

After more than ten seconds, the wind and waves finally ended, and Jiro Yamamoto staggered a bit, and a streak of bright red blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Master Drunkard really lives up to his reputation, it's just a level of skill that almost killed me!" Jiro Yamamoto raised his head, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with admiration in his eyes.

It's just that the voice is a little weak at this moment, obviously suffering from severe injuries.

"Hmph, since that's the case, do you still dare to receive this second punch?" The drunkard stood up with a flick of his sleeves and said proudly.

I am confident that this kid should retreat in the face of difficulties.

but……

"Please make a move!" Jiro Yamamoto stood up slowly and once again swung his power.

Everyone was stunned for a while.

Is this kid a fool?
He almost died with the first punch, but he still dared to receive it. This is really not afraid of death!
"After all, you are from the Wa country, you are really arrogant!"

"Since you want to die, then I'll make it happen for you!" The alcoholic got angry immediately, this kid simply didn't know how to advance or retreat.

Second punch!
A flimsy punch, but this flimsy punch was more terrifying than the fist just now, and even the surrounding air exploded.

Jiang Beichen nodded secretly beside him. This alcoholic's understanding of boxing has reached a state of perfection, and it's not for nothing.

boom!
This time, Jiro Yamamoto was unable to resist at all, and was directly blasted out of the door by the fist wind, and fell heavily on the ground. Wow, he spit out a big mouthful of blood and didn't get up for a long time.

"Haha! This is the end of pretending!"

"I don't know how to advance or retreat, how about this time? I can't get up!"

"If Master hadn't been merciful, this kid would have died!"

However, amidst a group of mocking voices, Jiro Yamamoto got up slowly again, bowed his body with a bruised nose and a swollen face, with a grin on his face, and slowly walked in from the door.

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

Didn't expect this kid to be able to get up after suffering such a serious injury?

The alcoholic's face also changed, and he naturally felt that he was losing face.

"Master Drunkard, please strike the third punch!" Jiro Yamamoto said with a slight panting, there was no trace of fear on his face, but the excitement became stronger and stronger, which made the Drunkard feel terrified.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Okay, okay! The old man will fulfill you today!" The drunkard was angry, he had never been provoked by a junior like this.

Immediately, the third punch came out directly.

This punch was also soft, but halfway through the punch, the style of the punch suddenly changed, like a dragon or a tiger, faintly roaring, and suddenly blasted forward.

All the disciples stared wide-eyed.

This is Drunken Fist!

Unexpectedly, the master actually used his famous stunt!

"Good boy is over!"

"Dead!"

"Eighty percent of the tendons and veins will be broken, and the bones will be smashed into slag!"

One must know that their master relied on this Drunken Fist to defeat the entire Beiquan, become a master of a generation, and obtain the title of 'Drunkard'!

In the eyes of all the disciples, this boy from Japan is doomed!
however……

Hi!
Jiro Yamamoto, who was swaying at first, shouted loudly, sweeping away his dispirited state. Just when the wind of the fist was facing him, his whole person's energy suddenly changed, and the posture of the fist changed instantly. He hit the punching wind head-on.

Puff puff puff!

There was a dense explosion sound like drums in the air.

A pair of fists hit Drunken Fist like raindrops.

It was as if in one breath, hundreds of punches were punched, and in the end, with strength turned into strength, he actually caught all the punches of Drunken Fist.

In the end, all the fists became invisible, and Jiro Yamamoto slowly retracted his fists and stood up.

"Master Drunkard, I've accepted it!" Jiro Yamamoto looked over with a playful expression.

At this moment, everyone's expressions froze.

After a long time, the drunkard sighed.

"The first two punches showed the enemy's weakness. The last punch shows the hole card!"

"People from the Japanese country are really cunning!" The drunkard shook his head and slowly clenched his old fists.

"Soldiers are not tired of cheating, and they are willing to gamble and admit defeat!" Jiro Yamamoto sneered with twinkling eyes.

"Well, I promise you that's it!"

"Go back and tell your master, I accept his challenge!" The drunkard said lightly.It can be regarded as accepting the challenge of the other master.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Jiro Yamamoto suddenly sneered.

"In my opinion, this is no match at all!"

"Because you are no match for my master at all!"

Jiro Yamamoto spoke proudly, with a very disdainful tone.

When the drunkard heard this, his thick eyebrows instantly raised.

"Boy, what did you say?"