Just as everyone was hilarious about Zhou Zhihan saying this, the next scene stunned everyone... This?

"That's it?"

Zhou Zhihan couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Fuck... I'm still so pretty at this time."

Yoshikawa Yoshikawa, standing behind the window, couldn't help frowning. It's time for the dead needle to be the tip of the dead needle to do this.

Saburo Koda is sprinkling salt.

When he came out, a young follower brought out a large jar of salt.

Spreading salt is to exorcise evil spirits and is also a ritual for praying for the gods to bless the sumo wrestlers invincible battle.

Although there is no real ground rammed with earth on the dance floor, faith has become the habit of Saburo Koda. If you don’t make these pre-war prayers, you will feel uneasy. It is similar to the sturdy wine before going to war. It is unlucky not to drink it.

So, all the American soldiers were stunned and looked at each other, what was the flesh wall doing?

Then, the soldiers were happy. It was so good that the warm-up before the battle was really unique.

Okay, you warm up, we drink, we will have a party tonight, and we will have a rest tomorrow and we can sleep until noon.

So the American soldiers handed a bottle of beer and saw what the meat wall in the dance floor next.

Zhou Zhihan reached out to take a chair, took a cup of tea and sat there, watching the show off.

"Roar!" Gutian Saburo growled, his hands suddenly joined together and raised them, leveled with his shoulders, stretched to both sides, and turned his palms upwards.

OK, young man, and he also talks about martial ethics... Zhou Zhihan understood this gesture of Gutian Saburo, which is a sumo wrestler showing everyone that he does not carry a weapon.

But American soldiers with different cultures in the East and West believe that the wall of flesh is provoking Zhou Zhihan.

Next, Saburo Koda's bare casters stomped the ground, and Yoshikawa's face was ashen hiding behind the window with anger. Although he knew that Saburo Koda's feet stomped the ground with a deep meaning, it was the sumo wrestler who used his mighty body to suppress the evil spirits hiding underground, which was called "powerfulness", which was also a warm-up move before the game.

Zhou Zhihan stretched out his palm—please continue.

As if no one was around Gutian Saburo, he put his feet on the ground with his soles of his feet, his knees were spread out, his waist was stabilized, and his shoulders were relaxed. Then he placed his hands on his knees and raised his chin slightly, his face sternly, and he looked at Zhou Zhihan with sharp eyes and murderous aura.

Zhou Zhihan stood up and put down the teacup: "Okay? That's it?"

Saburo Koda responded with a cold look.

Zhou Zhihan walked to the opposite side of Gutian Saburo, two meters apart.

Gutian Saburo's left palm-like fan-like slap Zhou Zhihan's head, which seemed unhappy, but Zhou Zhihan could feel the power of this palm at least hundreds of pounds. An ordinary person was hit by a palm and was even disabled even if he was killed. He did not dare to take it hard, so he avoided one side of his body and hit Gutian Saburo's left arm with one side kick.

Gutian Saburo shook his body and Zhou Zhihan took two steps back.

Zhou Zhihan's face was like an ancient well, and he was slightly shocked. His kick seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact he was like kicking an iron pillar, causing a slight pain.

Seeing Zhou Zhihan kicking out, as fast as lightning, the American sailors said "oh". Unexpectedly, Colonel Zhou's punching skills were also so powerful, and his side kicking was very handsome.

Zhou Zhihan was surprised, and Gutian Saburo was even more surprised. He did not expect that the Chinese kick was astonishing as his arm was numb.

Saburo Gutian slapped another palm, and still hit Zhou Zhihan's head. His abdomen could easily withstand Zhou Zhihan's kick, but no one's head could withstand his slap, especially his ten fingers were simply steel drills, which could crush a human skull.

Zhou Zhihan knew it was amazing, so he avoided him sideways. He hit Kuta Saburo's ribs with a hook punch, and it felt like he was hitting the bull's abdomen, creating a rebound force. Zhou Zhihan secretly said that he couldn't do it and squatted down violently. Guta Saburo waved his hand and rubbed his hair by his hair, with a scalp burning pain.

The sailors understood this time. Although Zhou Zhihan had a punch, his strength could not overcome Gutian Saburo's body. Many people who blocked Gutian Saburo's virginity thought to myself that they would have money to find the girl tonight.

Zhou Zhihan swept along with the trend and kicked Zhonggutian Saburo's calves. The other party just shook his body. Although his body was huge, he turned around slowly. He slapped Zhou Zhihan, who had not yet gotten up with his legs. The move was simple and powerful.

Zhou Zhihan rolled on his back and stood up, avoiding the seemingly simple slap, but when he saw a flash of sight, Gutian Saburo slapped down with his left hand, but when Zhou Zhihan was dodging sideways, the palm of his slap suddenly turned into a grab, grabbing Zhou Zhihan's shoulder like lightning.

Amid the screams of everyone, Zhou Zhihan's shoulders sank, removed Gutian Saburo's eagle-like finger force, stretched out his hands sharply and quickly, grabbed Gutian Saburo's right wrist, and pulled hard along with the moment he leaned forward.

Saburo Futa felt a huge pulling force pulling him forward. He secretly said he couldn't help but take half a step forward while reclaiming his arm defense.

What Zhou Zhihan wanted was Guda Saburo to pull back. The traction of his hands was instantly relaxed, and he took advantage of the force to get into the air. He exerted force from his waist, and his whole body rotated to the upper right, rode on Guda Saburo's neck, his legs twisted violently, and the rotation force to the right increased. A powerful inertia twisted Guda Saburo to 180 degrees, and his huge body fell to the ground, shaking the floor trembled.

“Baga…”

Yoshikawa Minoto's smile on his face, hiding behind the curtains, was so embarrassed that he was overturned by the other party, which was simply a humiliation to the empire.

At this time, Saburo Gutian's right hand was still in Zhou Zhihan's palms.

Saburo Koda knew that his movements would be slower when he arrived on the ground, so he tried hard to pull his hand back and right.

It's too late!

While Guda Saburo was lying on the ground to pull his hands, Zhou Zhihan flipped his left hand and pressed Guda Saburo's back with his right hand. He rotated to the right like a bearing installed under his body. His left leg had already passed Guda Saburo's face and pressed against his clavicle. He instantly formed a 90-degree right angle with Guda Saburo's body. Then he leaned back with all his strength and pulled his right arm with force.

Zhou Zhihan's fierce pulling force was very strong, and even the powerful Kuta Saburo could not bear it. He ate and swung his left fist sideways to hit Zhou Zhihan's head, but was kicked by the opponent's right foot.

Zhou Zhihan hovered from the air to Kuda Saburo's neck and put him down, and then pressed his head and the other arm in succession, while straightening his right arm. The whole movement was coherent and swift, and it was done in one go, dazzling. Tanaka, who was watching the formation, was stunned, and the smug smile on his face remained on his face.

The fact that Saburo Guda was knocked down by Zhou Zhihan was riding his neck was simply a humiliation to the Japanese Empire, because Saburo Guda had a front on his head that was "a sure win" and a strap with a sun flag on his face.

At this moment, people in the entire hall almost held their breath.

Too fast.

It took only two or three seconds from Zhou Zhihan grabbing Gutian Saburo's hand to putting him on the ground.

Saburo Gutian roared, fighting for trapped beasts. He knew that something was wrong. He was too stupid on the ground, almost a ball of dead meat.

Zhou Zhihan clamped Gutian Saburo's arm with both knees to prevent him from shaking left and right to escape. He tightly held his wrist with his left hand, so that his thumb was upward, keeping his joints from exerting force in the opposite direction, and then began to lean back from the ground, raise the bridge of his hips, and complete the cross-fixed action.

Zhou Zhihan shouted loudly in English: "Give up!"

Saburo Guda said nothing, and a tear sensation came from the muscles at the elbow joint. He gritted his teeth and wanted to pull his arm back, but his elbow was flipped up, and his elbow was pressed against the other party's hip bone to form a fulcrum, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.
Chapter completed!