Bright Sword: Koi, we have reached the enemy's base camp

Chapter 775: The Japanese set up a ring

At this moment, a figure jumped high from the crowd and landed steadily on the stage.

This person is Li Yang, the senior brother of the Longwu School in the town.

He was dressed in a black suit, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes were burning with anger.

When the Japanese warrior saw someone coming up on the stage, he was stunned at first.

Then there was a burst of crazy laughter:

"Hahahaha! Here comes another China pig seeking death.

You sick men of East Asia really don’t know how to live or die.”

Li Yang's eyes widened with anger, he pointed at the Japanese warriors and shouted:

"You beasts have committed such a heinous crime on Chinese soil.

Today I will let you know that we Chinese are not easy to bully!"

The devil warrior raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a disdainful smile.

He said in broken Chinese: "Just you? You Chinese are all cowardly and incompetent.

Your martial arts are like childish tricks in front of the Bushido of our Great Japanese Empire."

After saying that, he deliberately drew the samurai sword from his waist and waved it in the air a few times.

The blade flashed coldly in the sunlight, as if demonstrating to Li Yang.

Li Yang was so angry that he was shaking all over. He gritted his teeth and said:

"You damned little devils, you burn, kill, rob and commit all kinds of evil.

Today I will avenge my dead compatriots!"

After saying that, he assumed a stance, which was the unique move of Longwu School and it was very powerful.

The Japanese warrior looked at him with contempt and said:

"Humph, revenge? Do you have the ability to do that?

You Chinese are all cowards and deserve to be enslaved by us.

Look at these people we beat, this is what happens to you."

He pointed at the Chinese people who were beaten and bruised beside the ring, his eyes full of mockery.

Li Yang roared: "Stop talking nonsense, watch this!"

As he said that, he rushed forward in one step.

The fist flew towards the Japanese warrior like a meteor.

The Japanese soldier was not in a hurry and easily dodged sideways.

He also took the opportunity to hit Li Yang's back with the handle of the knife.

Li Yang staggered, but he quickly steadied himself.

He turned around and kicked the Japanese warrior again.

The Japanese warrior dodged again, still saying:

"Too slow. You Chinese are really bad at Kung Fu."

His tone was full of arrogance, and every word he said was like a knife, piercing the hearts of the Chinese present.

Li Yang was not disturbed by his words.

He continued to attack, punching with great force.

But that Japanese warrior did have some skills.

His defense was impenetrable and he launched counterattacks from time to time.

After several rounds, Li Yang was at a disadvantage.

But the Japanese warriors remained calm and composed.

Seeing this, the Japanese warriors became even more complacent:

"You Chinese are the sick men of East Asia. How dare you challenge me? This is ridiculous."

Li Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted angrily:

"Don't be so arrogant, the battle isn't over yet!"

He adjusted his breathing and attacked again.

This time he changed his tactics and focused on attacking the lower body of the Japanese warriors.

The Japanese warrior seemed a little surprised, but he quickly reacted and began to deal with Li Yang's new moves.

The two men fought back and forth in the ring, and the fight was difficult to determine.

But gradually, Li Yang's movements began to slow down due to the previous consumption.

The Japanese warrior seized the opportunity and kicked Li Yang in the chest.

Li Yang flew out and fell heavily on the edge of the ring.

The Japanese warrior walked over with a big laugh and stepped on Li Yang:

"Haha! You lose. You Chinese are always losers."

Li Yang struggled to stand up, but the Japanese soldier stepped on him hard, making him unable to move.

Li Yang struggled hard, and the Japanese soldier raised his knife and was about to chop at Li Yang.

At this critical moment, another person in the crowd leaped towards the stage like an angry panther.

It was Li Yang's junior fellow apprentice Zhao Hu. He was wearing a gray martial arts uniform, and his eyes were full of anger.

That look seemed to want to cut the Japanese warrior into pieces.

When the Japanese warriors saw another person coming up on stage, they immediately burst into an even more arrogant and piercing laugh:

"Hahahaha, here comes another Chinese loser who doesn't know how to live or die.

You bunch of ants, don't you think you're not dying fast enough?"

As he spoke, he kicked Li Yang away.

He looked Zhao Hu up and down with eyes full of contempt.

"Look at you, you look like a lost dog.

You dare to challenge me? How foolish!

You Chinese are spineless people.

You are born to be trampled under the feet of our Great Japanese Empire."

Zhao Hu was so angry that his face turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he roared:

"Little devil, don't be so arrogant! Today I want to avenge my brother and my fellow countrymen who died!"

After saying that, he pounced towards the Japanese warriors like a tiger descending from the mountain, his palms carrying the wind and his attack fiercely.

The Japanese warrior just slightly turned sideways.

He easily dodged Zhao Hu's attack.

He also took the opportunity to hit Zhao Hu's back with his elbow.

Zhao Hu only felt a sharp pain in his back and fell forward.

But he endured the pain, turned quickly, and launched a sweeping kick.

The Japanese warrior jumped up easily and avoided the attack.

The moment he landed, he kicked Zhao Hu in the abdomen.

Zhao Hu groaned, flew backwards, and fell heavily in the center of the ring.

The Japanese warrior swaggered over and spat at Zhao Hu:

"You Chinese pigs, is this all you have?

It's a joke that you dare to challenge us Japanese samurai.

Your martial arts are like your country, weak and vulnerable."

Every word he spoke was full of insult.

The voice echoed in the air, like a sharp blade, piercing the hearts of every Chinese present.

Zhao Hu struggled to stand up, but the Japanese soldier stepped on his hand.

Crushed hard, Zhao Hu groaned in pain.

When Wang Hao and others in the audience saw this scene, they were so angry that their eyes were blazing and their teeth were chattering.

The monkey could no longer bear it and roared:

"I'm going to kill this beast!" he said as he rushed to the ring.

At this moment, a roar like a bell came from afar:

"Stop!" The voice seemed to contain a tremendous force, echoing throughout the square.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man running towards them quickly.

He was wearing a white martial robe, with white hair but looking energetic.

There was majesty and anger in his eyes. This man was Li Yang and Zhao Hu's master - Long Zhentian.

Long Zhentian walked slowly towards the ring, with a powerful aura in every step.

The Japanese warrior frowned slightly when he saw Long Zhentian.

There was a flash of vigilance in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by arrogance.

He laughed loudly, "Hey, here comes another old guy.

What? Are all you Chinese people such idiots who want to die? "

Long Zhentian ignored his sarcasm and just looked at him coldly.

The chill in his eyes was enough to freeze the air.