There were many Oriental samurai kneeling in the martial arts training ground, white samurai training suits and black belts. They all looked extremely strong.

The Chinese outside the iron fence were all pale and thin because of war and hunger, and Ip Man was no exception. Such competitions were inherently unfair. Compared with others, Ni Feiyang was prominent, not only was he conspicuous in height, but his body was also strong.

This attracted the attention of Miura, who was standing on the wooden corridor on the second floor of the martial arts training ground. He said to his subordinate Sato, "Look, does this look like a starved Chinese!"

Sato nodded and said, "Let him fight later."

Miura nodded and said, "Don't worry, let's take a look at the following one first."

The one below Miura said was standing in the field at this moment, preparing to challenge Master Liao, the successor of the Liao family fist in Foshan. Master Liao is very thick in body, but he is not young anymore, at least 20 years older than the warrior on the stage.

Fist is afraid of being strong, and it refers to physical strength, strength and speed. What changes in moves, massage, kicking, are based on these three things. If not, these can only be called fist and embroidered legs, which is suitable for old men and women to exercise.

Of course, being old is not useless. For example, experience, Master Liao on the stage used his years of martial arts experience to entangle an Oriental warrior, and finally grabbed a flaw in the warrior, and then pulled him down to the ground with one pull and one back.

The warrior stood up and bowed to Master Liao. Master Liao clasped his fists and replied, "Thank you!"

Everything looks very rules-based.

"I want to challenge three at a time." Master Liao, who won, seemed to have confidence, and he needed more rice to support his family, so he looked up and shouted to Miura on the second floor.

Miura nodded with a smile.

"Brush Shui" three more people came up from the samurai kneeling around.

They first bowed to Master Liao, and then rushed towards Master Liao with great gust!

Master Liao really overestimated himself, and he was at a disadvantage after a few rounds of fight. Soon, his weakness of lack of physical strength, too slow speed, and insufficient strength was exposed.

Miura smiled contemptuously, and Ye Wen outside the iron gate frowned and sighed. He had talked with Master Liao and knew Master Liao's level. If you challenge two at a time, it would be a barely enough, but three would definitely lose.

In a blink of an eye, Master Liao had already entered a situation where two fists could not match four hands. He finally grabbed a warrior, but was kicked in the chest by another warrior and fell on his back. He hurriedly got up and stood firm, but the third warrior came and kicked him in the lower abdomen. This was very deadly. Master Liao was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Stop!" he shouted, "I admit defeat and won't fight!"

The three warriors were still benevolent, and did not continue to attack, but stood neatly.

Master Liao covered his lower abdomen and sweated coldly on his forehead. He staggered to the rice bag and bent down to pick up the bag of rice. After all, he won one at the beginning.

A gunshot sounded, and a bullet penetrated Master Liao's head. Master Liao fell to the ground with a sound of blood flowing, and instantly flowing into rice bags.

"Why did you shoot, Li Zhao, why did you shoot?" Everyone present was stunned, and Ip Man shouted Li Zhao's name.

The gun was driven by Adjutant Miura Sato.

"Baga." Miura also turned her head and angrily shouted: "There are no guns here."

Sato was frightened when he saw the chief angry and hurriedly apologized, "I saw that he had to get rice if he lost, so he fired."

Miura pulled Sato and said, "I don't want to have another time. This is the last warning to you."

"Hi!" Sato nodded. "General, I will arrange for a fight immediately."

"Hey~" he shouted to Li Zhao: "Continue!"

Master Liao's death shocked everyone so much. The Chinese outside the iron gate were silent.

"Li Zhao, let me ask you, did Wu Chilin be beaten to death here? You say, tell me!" Ip Man asked Li Zhao loudly, but Li Zhao didn't dare to look at Ip Man.

He shook his head, ignored Ip Man, and said to everyone: "Who else wants to fight?"

"I'll hit, I'll hit, open the door, I'll hit ten! I'll hit ten!" Ip Man was angry.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked, especially Miura. He quickly recovered from his anger just now, looked at the thin but capable Ip Man, and then nodded with a smile.

"Hula" More than a dozen warriors surged out from the side door of the martial arts field, the same clothes, the same toughness!

"Open the door," Ip Man yelled.

Li Zhao went over and opened the iron door.

At this moment, Ni Feiyang, who was quietly observing all this, found that there was a faint signal on his watch, and the source of the signal was actually among the newly arrived Japanese samurai.

Is the time traveler a Japanese?

Ni Feiyang carefully confirmed and found that the signal source was three of them.

It is impossible to travel to three people, it must be traces.

No! Not just a trace, because he found that the watch signal was stronger and had energy display!

Ni Feiyang took a step forward in front of Yi Wen who had already walked out of the iron gate, and then said to Li Zhao: "Let me come first!"

"No!" Ip Man shook his head, "I want to avenge Wu Chilin and Master Liao!"

"I'll do it!" Ni Feiyang said with a deep face, "You're not ruthless enough." Then he raised his head and said to Miura on the second floor in Japanese: "I'll do it, I don't want Mi, I want to fight for life and death!"

Everyone was stunned. Miura became more interested in this strong Chinese, "How could you speak Japanese?"

“I have studied in Japan.”

"Yoxi!" Miura said: "You have a very good appearance, you study abroad and have knowledge. Don't die. How about serving Japan?"

"No, now even if these samurai knelt down and beg for mercy, I will fight, and I must fight for life and death!" Ni Feiyang's words were full of fearlessness, as if he had to kill these ten Japanese samurai.

"Bagayalu, I cherish you as a talent. How dare you speak rudely," Miura said angrily: "Life and death? Do you mean that life and death are in peace?"

Ni Feiyang shook his head and said, "I mean that today I will beat you ten of you alone. Either I will beat you ten of you to death, or you will beat you ten of you to death. This competition will not end until such a result! How about it?"
Chapter completed!