The ten styles of breaking waves are stronger than the one style, and they are relatively consuming a lot of physical strength.

Especially the tenth stance, it is enough to allow Fan Qiao, who is innate first level, to jump to the fourth level of the innate fourth level.

But the price of having this strength is also very heavy.

After performing the tenth stance, you may lose all your combat power and will suffer severe damage.

"It's OK, surrender quickly." Xin Li said voicelessly.

"You can humiliate me, but you can't humiliate Chinese martial arts!"

"I can die, but I can't let Chinese martial arts be shamed because of me!" Fan Qiao's eyes were full of aspirations for death.

"The ninth style!"

"Swish, shit."

With the ninth stance, the marble slabs on the entire arena were swept into the air by the strong wind, and Fan Qiao's upper body muscles also tear up countless holes.

With Fan Qiao as the center, a terrifying tornado brought by the energy of energy carried the power of destroying the sky and rushed towards the Japanese warriors in front of him.

The Japanese samurai who had been calm also showed fear in his eyes.

He had both hands and the innate true energy in his body was quickly instilled into the blade.

"Break, cloud, slash!"

The Japanese samurai suddenly swung his sword, and a crescent moon-like sword light quickly slashed on the tornado formed by strong energy.

"Boom!"

The sword light shattered the tornado, and the gravel all over the sky tilted down.

With this knife, the aura of the Japanese samurai also weakened rapidly.

This slash almost exhausted his true energy.

Just then, a roar that made him palpitations sounded.

“The tenth style!”

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

At this time, Fan Qiao's capillaries all burst.

Blood stained his whole body, making him like a Shura who returned from hell.

The only thing that remains unchanged is his terrifying fighting spirit of fighting bulls.

Fan Qiao's entire aura raised several thresholds.

"Why is this?" Xin Li's expression was a little bitter. He knew that Fan Qiao would be insulated from the warriors forcibly performing the tenth stance in his life.

The powerful force obtained by force completely tore up Fan Qiao’s eight extraordinary meridians.

The tenth stance is no longer as powerful as before, but looks extremely simple.

One person, one move, one stick.

Fan Qiaoren was in the air, and the iron oar in his hand slashed from top to bottom.

The true energy in the sky locked the atmosphere around us, and also locked the panicked Japanese warriors

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"If Yan Luo asks, just tell him."

"It's Fan Qiao who killed someone."

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

This blow completely covered the ring of dozens of square meters.

This attack is no less powerful than a bomb.

The gravel and dust all over the sky completely covered the ring.

"Oh." Xin Li sighed inwardly. He knew that China had lost another innate master.

The dust is flying, gradually disappearing.

In the center of the ring, a huge deep pit nearly three meters square appeared, and the entire ring was also cut by the aftermath brought by the energy.

In the deep pit, the Japanese warrior was half kneeling on the ground covered in blood. In front of him was a short old man, and in the old man's hand was an iron oar smashed by Fan Qiao.

The old man used one hand to catch Fan Qiao's angry blow.

This attack is equivalent to the full-strength attack of a fourth-level master of the innate level.

The iron oar did not hit the head of the Japanese samurai.

However, even though the old man caught the iron oar, the energy carried by the iron oar still hurt the arrogant Japanese warrior.

"I, I'm not willing." Fan Qiao's eyes were terrible red.

These Japanese, relying on their strength, repeatedly ignored the rules of the arena and trampled on the dignity of their warriors.

"Hahahahahahaha." The Japanese samurai who escaped from death couldn't help laughing wildly.

He picked up the Japanese knife and stabbed Fan Qiao in the lower abdomen.

"Bastard!" Xin Li could no longer bear to watch it. He stood up suddenly and was about to rush into the ring.

"Uncle Xin, what do you want to do?" Li Xinhui, who was standing beside him, saw something and immediately shouted in a deep voice.

Xin Li's expression was entangled, and he stood there and didn't know how to make a decision.

"Uncle Xin, you represent our Li family. Now we don't want to get into evil with the Wu League."

"You should be very clear that the Martial Arts Association represents all the martial arts schools in Japan, and its status is like our Chinese Martial Arts Association."

"Who will bear the consequences if you provoke the Japanese Martial Arts Federation?"

Li Xinhui asked one question after another.

Xin Li's fist suddenly clenched and suddenly loosened. After experiencing a fierce ideological struggle, he gritted his teeth and sat back.

"That's right. We're here to watch the game this time, there's no need to stand out for this bastard Fei Haiping."

Li Xinhui laughed and said, "Besides, the fisherman on the stage is seeking death. No one can blame him, he can only blame himself.

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"Bang!" On the ring, the Japanese warrior kicked Fan Qiao to the ground.

He raised the knife and stabbed Fan Qiao in the shoulder with another knife.

"What about your momentum? Aren't you fighting for the dignity of Chinese martial arts?"

"Get up and let me see!"

"Since you represent Chinese martial arts, don't I just step on Chinese martial arts?"

The Japanese samurai fell into such a big fall and was about to go crazy.

If his teacher hadn't happened to come together, he would have abandoned his body this time.

Although everyone in the audience looked sad and angry, no one dared to rush into the ring.

The battle on the ring was beyond their imagination.

Even if they all rushed forward, they would have added a few dead souls in vain.

"It's too much." Dong Lianhua from the audience was furious to see it. He took out his cell phone and was about to make a call.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Dong Dianyuan held Dong Lianhua's hand.

"I will let the King of Sea Military Region send troops to this group of Japanese devils who kill thousands of swords now." Dong Lianhua shivered in anger.

"Dad, are you crazy? He is from our side. We come here, don't we just want to see Fei Haiping's death?" Dong Dianyuan shouted.

Dong Lianhua looked at Dong Dianyuan with a shocked look. His eyes didn't look at his own son, but it was like he was looking at a stranger.

"I, I really can't believe that you will be my Dong Lianhua's son!"

"You said I was crazy? I think you were crazy! You were crazy!"

Dong Lianhua slapped Dong Dianyuan in the face.

"Dad, why are you hitting me?" Dong Dianyuan looked at Dong Lianhua excitedly. He had never been beaten by his father since he was a child.

Dong Lianhua was so angry that his whole body trembled. He tore Dong Dianyuan's ears, pointed at the ring with red eyes, and said in a choked voice: "I, the last thing I regret in my life is to let you study abroad."

"Your person is back, but your soul is lost."

"Look it out carefully for me. The person on the stage is fighting for the glory of our China."

"Do you understand what the word "Huaxia" means?"

"We can still stand here because there are countless such heroes walking with loads and bleeding for us."

Dong Dianyuan endured the pain and shouted unchangedly: "Dad, you have to think clearly. If you help Fei Haiping, you can't be the mayor."
Chapter completed!