Wu Baijia said coldly: "What's the difference?"

"Just curious, you can't answer." Fan Qiao said.

"In the past, I was a Chinese, but since the Chinese forced me into a dead end and my mentor saved my life, I have been a real Japanese." Wu Baijia looked glorious.

"That's good." Fan Qiao nodded.

"What does it mean?" Wu Baijia was a little angry.

Fan Qiao laughed and said, "This way I can kill myself with confidence."

After saying that, Fan Qiao swung the iron oar and slammed Wu Baijia's face.

Fan Qiao's attack seemed simple, but it contained countless strange forces. At this moment, it seemed that the sky was filled with iron oars with strong wind.

"Bang!" The blades and oars intersected, and a terrifying wave of air burst out.

With the two as the center, a wave of transparent fluctuations visible to the naked eye swept the audience.

Countless broken stones hit the onlookers, knocking many people to the heads of blood.

In an instant, all the onlookers retreated far away.

"Come again!" Fan Qiao laughed loudly, swung the iron oar again, and launched a crazy attack.

Fan Qiao's moves were violent and strange. After less than ten encounters, Wu Baijia was already exhausted from dealing with them.

"Breaking Wave Style!" Finally, Fan Qiao's attack began to show his true power.

His offensives were rolling and waves, like a tide, and each round of offensive was more violent than the previous ones.

"This is Fan Qiao's ten styles of breaking waves. Once it is used, each move will be more fierce than the other, and the offensive will continue to rise."

"It was with this move that he reached the third place in the Seventy-Two Earth Demon List."

Xin Li, sitting in the VIP seat, served as an explanation for Li Xinhui.

"It's so domineering. This is the first time I have seen a contemporary master showdown." Li Xinhui was stunned.

Finally, when Fan Qiao's wave-breaking style was used to the fifth pose, the Japanese sword in Wu Baijia's hand was knocked away.

Immediately afterwards, Fan Qiao turned around and slammed Wu Baijia's chest with an iron oar.

He wanted to use his own way to cure his body and break Wu Baijia's sternum.

"Swoosh!"

Just as Fan Qiao's iron paddle approached Wu Baijia's chest, a scabbard flew directly into the ring and hit Fan Qiao's iron paddle hard.

With a "clang" sound, Fan Qiao took two steps back, his face full of anger.

The next second, the Japanese samurai had already jumped onto the stage.

"friend,

There is no need to kill my junior brother, right?" The Japanese samurai had a pair of cold triangular eyes, and was stared at by him, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Fan Qiao shouted in a deep voice: "Has he not killed himself just now?"

"A acquired warrior will die if he dies." The Japanese warrior said coldly with a arrogant look on his face: "My junior brother is already a special consultant of our Martial Arts Federation."

"His life is more precious than all of you."

Li Xinhui, sitting in the VIP seat, was still upset about Wu Baijia's defeat. At this time, he was immediately excited when he saw another master on stage.

"Uncle Xin, who is better than this Japanese master and that fisherman?" Li Xinhui asked.

Xin Li said in a deep voice: "This Japanese man has a very deep innate true energy and should have entered the third level. Even if I go on stage, I am only 60% sure."

"Haha, then this fisherman is dead?" Li Xinhui's face could not hide his excitement.

Hearing Li Xinhui's words, Xin Li frowned slightly and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Li, this matter involves the Japanese, that's not the dispute between Wu Baijia and Fei Haiping."

"We are all Chinese, so..."

"Don't tell me these big truths." Li Xinhui looked crazy and laughed: "In my eyes, there is no difference between Japanese and Chinese."

"To be honest, I still yearn for Japan. If possible, I really want to immigrate to Japan."

"And, I just want to see Fei Haiping die now."

Li Xinhui looked at the ring with excitement and shouted loudly: "Fuck that fisherman to death! Fuck to death! Fuck to death!"

Fan Qiao slowly raised the iron oar, with a hint of perseverance in his eyes.

He could feel that the Japanese samurai in front of him was very terrifying.

This Japanese samurai is like a sharp sword unsheathed, full of danger.

"Let's fight!" Fan Qiao roared angrily, jumped up and swung the iron oar to the limit.

The air around it seemed to be drained in an instant, and even the space became distorted.

"Bang!"

Fan Qiao's iron oars hit the Japanese samurai's Japanese sword heavily.

Accompanied by a deafening explosion of air, Fan Qiao's figure flew backwards in an instant.

"Dingdaidai!" Fan Qiao took more than ten steps in a row and barely stabilized his body.

In the VIP seat, Xin Li shook his head secretly and said with voice transmission: "Fan Qiao, you have to understand what the innate masters represent."

"right

For innate masters, weapons are only subordinates, and the truly powerful ones are innate true qi.”

"The acquired realm can suppress the sword opponent with the heavy power of the weapon."

"But the weight of the weapon does not have much advantage in the innate realm."

Fan Qiao on the ring glanced at Xin Li on the VIP seat and gave him a grateful look.

The Japanese warrior held a knife in both hands and said with a grim smile: "Before coming to China, I still had some expectations for you Chinese warriors."

"Looking at it now, you are just a false name."

"No wonder, I have been enslaved by our Japan for so many years."

The words of the Japanese samurai immediately angered everyone present.

Everyone, including Dong Lianhua, roared in anger.

"Hahaha!" Faced with the roar of everyone, the Japanese samurai raised his head and laughed wildly.

He looked around, his vicious eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said with a grim smile: "Whoever is not convinced by my words, come up and try it."

"You are indeed very strong!" Fan Qiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a decisive expression: "But, Chinese martial arts cannot insult you!"

"Is that so? Then you can let me shut up." The Japanese samurai's face was full of crazy spirit.

Wu Baijia stood in the audience and complained secretly. He knew the character of this senior brother too well. He was a genuine Japanese war rank.

Their group has a strong resistance to China.

Wu Baijia absolutely did not expect that his senior brother would completely reveal his character in front of so many Chinese people.

"call!"

Fan Qiao swung the iron oar and performed the ten-style breaking waves again.

"No, it's too forced." Xin Li frowned in the VIP seat.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Fan Qiao's offensive wave after wave, and there were shadows of sticks passing through the ring everywhere, and the marble floor under his feet were smashed into deep pits after pit.

For a moment, the energy scattered and the stone chips flew.

"Hahaha, it's a bit interesting." The expression of the Japanese samurai became more and more crazy.

"The Sixth Style!"

"Bang!"

"The Seventh Style!"

"Bang!"

"The eighth style!"

"boom!"

In the VIP seat, Xin Li, who had been sitting upright, suddenly stood up.
Chapter completed!