This dramatic incident shocked everyone in an instant.

The owner of Yuanwu Dao Pavilion was beaten with a flash of beauty in one move. Isn’t this kind of thing shocking enough?

Okura covered his nose and took two steps back, shouting in anger: "Foof! Foul! You lost!"

In judo competitions, there are regulations that the knees are not allowed, the elbows are against the opponent, and the face cannot be hit. Ye Chenghuan is unexpected as soon as he makes a move, and Okura will of course be angry.

Ye Chenghuan looked indifferent, and the students around him shouted loudly: "It's so despicable, it actually violates the rules of the competition!"

"Foof? Where did you foul?" Ye Chenghuan sneered: "Have I promised to play with you? Any situation may happen when facing the enemy. What's the use of such a ridiculous flower stand? Go home as soon as possible to chop firewood."

Okura was so angry that he said, "Free fighting, right? That means he doesn't follow the rules. He will kill and injure everyone to his destiny!"

"Don't worry, I will choose a better cemetery for you." Ye Chenghuan said calmly. The more ordinary he was, the more angry Xiaokura would be.

Xiaokura roared and cursed, "Baga!" and kicked it over, causing a howling wind, which was extremely rapid.

Judo requires extremely stable lower plates and smart and powerful feet, which can snatch the enemy without any effort. He practices foot skills and can kick a tree as thick as a bowl. If it is kicked on a person, there is basically no possibility of survival.

The students' eyes flashed and their mouths opened. Seeing that the hateful man was about to fall to the ground, the word "good" was about to blurt out.

Kokura was in mid-air, and before he could stretch his right leg, he saw a black flat sole expanding sharply on the retina, accurately imprinting on his face.

Bang!

The unlucky Mr. Okura fell on his back, spread his hands open, stretched his right leg forward, and maintained his previous position.

"No wonder your name is Okura Yuki, you're so pretty." Ye Chenghuan shook his head, tsk in his mouth, and then stepped on Okura's face.

The scene was silent, and the students looked at each other one by one. If the other party was lucky just now, then it would be enough to prove that the little skill of the master of the gym could not stand the scrutiny in front of that man.

Fortunately, Ye Chenghuan showed mercy and Kokura was not seriously injured, but he was humiliated in front of the students. The nameless karma fire in his chest had already soared into the sky.

He hugged Ye Chenghuan's feet with his backhand, trying to pull down this despicable and shameless guy, then put his robes on his robes and elbows.

Unexpectedly, he used all his strength to feed his breasts and couldn't move at all after pulling it. His legs seemed to be cast in iron, stepping on his face and fighting against the floor.

Ye Chenghuan looked down at him and said disdainfully: "I have already made it clear that your judo is suitable for chopping wood, why don't you listen?"

Xiaokura, who fell to the ground, screamed in anger. This guy is so hateful. It’s not enough to defeat others. What’s even more annoying is his words. In his eyes, he, a highly respected judo master in Yanjing, is just a woodcutter!

When the other party's feet relaxed, he took advantage of the situation to get rid of it, stood up quickly, wiped his face, and panted heavily.

"Do you still fight? I don't think it's necessary. If you continue to fight, you can only verify that my words are correct." Ye Chenghuan said lazily.

"Baga! I want to kill you!" Kokura was furious and distorted, and had already lost his mind. He kicked his feet and jumped over.

Ye Chenghuan didn't even look at it, and punched him horizontally, hitting his right temple like a giant vertebrae. While making a move, he still maintained his standing posture just now, without shaking his lower body at all, and his posture was indescribable. This style of playing really despised Kokura to the extreme.

Bang!

Kokura could not dodge, and was hit by his temple. Countless stars emerged in front of him. His huge body flew out obliquely, swept over the heads of the students, and fell to the edge of the venue. The powerful inertia pushed him on the slippery floor for seven or eight meters, and then he bumped into the table with various competition trophies.

The golden trophy rolled down one by one, hitting his head, and kept ringing.

This made the audience shocked!

The students were in a state of turmoil, and their eyes looked at Ye Chenghuan with a layer of fear.

This man doesn't need to run-up or leverage his strength. He can knock a person weighing more than 100 kilograms away with a punch. He uses the method of multiplying the weight by distance to strictly calculate. His instantaneous explosive power is at least not less than a thousand kilograms, which is simply terrible!

Xiaokura fell down with a dizzy look, his ears buzzed, his legs swayed, and he couldn't stand up no matter how hard he stood up while holding the table.

"I only use the power of competition. If it is the power of combat, you won't fly out."

A student couldn't help but ask, "It's also divided into competition and combat type? Logically speaking, combat type should be relatively strong, but why can't the owner fly out?"

Ye Chenghuan snorted: "If it is a combat-type force, if I punch him, his head will bloom with a bang, and his brain and brain marrow will spill out. I'm afraid that my clothes will be dirty."

Having witnessed a fight that challenged the limit of thinking just now, half of the students believed his words.

"Judo is a flashy little trick. Real tactical fighting. Who will play shoulder-fall with you? I'm not joking. Those guys will kill you with one move. People don't care if you are black and white? Don't be deceived by the Japanese. They are all promotional effects driven by TV series and comics. They create a very powerful impression of judo in the minds of ignorant teenagers. Of course, I don't mean that judo is the lowest level of kung fu. No Kung fu in the world is low, and there is no Kung fu in any Kung fu in the world.

It is to conquer the world. The key is to see who will operate it. If it is operated by a narrow-minded person, no matter how good the kung fu is, it will become a defective product. Your so-called owners and the two goods from yesterday all think that judo is the best kung fu in the world. In fact, based on this point, they deviate from the original mystery of judo." Ye Chenghuan said this, and then looked at Xiaokura on the ground, "Kung fu, your kung fu is really not very good, I advise you to change your career as a woodcutter."

After saying that, he walked towards the door without looking back.

"Baga! Kill him for me!" Okura Yu said furiously.

Then, my students stood there one by one, and there was no other expression except swallowing their throats.

After Ye Chenghuan left, Okura Yuuo was helped up by two students. Looking around, the other students had already disappeared. He shouted, "Where are the others?"

The two students were both Japanese and immediately replied in depressedly in Japanese: "Mr. Okura, they are all gone."

Okura Yu was so angry that he stamped his feet, "Damn Chinese!"

The two Japanese students also felt very embarrassed and could only comfort them: "Mr. Okura, the Chinese people are really hateful... Should we call the police?"

"Call the police?" Okura Yu rolled his strange eyes, "We are the most authentic martial arts gym in Japan. If we call the police, will we still have the face to meet Japan? A bunch of stupid pigs!"

"Yes!" the student immediately bowed.

Yuuo Kokura was still angry and sat on the ground, panting.

A student whispered: "Mr. Pheasant has arrived at the gym and is about to see you..."

When Xiaokura's face changed, all his anger and humiliation disappeared, and he jumped up from the ground: "Mr. Pheasant is here, why didn't you say earlier, where is she now!"

“In the secret room.”

Kokura stood up, helped his waist, which was about to break, tidied up his clothes with a frown, leaving the two students behind, and one of them pushed open the wooden door of the lounge.

The lounge was as Japanese as ever. He came to the windowsill, reached out to grab a pink cherry blossom vase, and lifted it up.

A click!

The floor in the middle of the room immediately cracked, revealing a black hole in the entrance.

Kokura, holding the corner of the kimono, flashed and penetrated into the hole. Then the floor slowly closed, as if it had never cracked.

Following the long corridor, he turned around and went to the flashing glass door until he stopped, bowed deeply, and said to it: "Mr. Pheasant, Okura Yuki is asking for a meeting."

There was no response inside, and the sliding door opened automatically with a "slam".

Okura Yu was stunned, took off his clogs, and bowed respectfully in.

The room is filled with lights like beans, and the walls are dark. On the bright wooden screen, the silver hook and iron painting is a calligraphy work of Shenzhou. A cold figure stands in front of the screen, with his hands behind his back.

"Mr. Pheasant..." Okura Yu gave a Japanese 90-degree bow.

The man slowly turned around when he heard the sound, wearing a silver koi kimono, and a medium-length Tai sword hanging around his waist, concentrating his mind and breathing without a sound, as if he didn't even breathe.

His face was covered with a black veil, and his facial features appeared and were vaguely visible under the light, making it impossible to see clearly.

A strange sound was made when he opened his mouth, and it didn't look like a human voice, but Okura Yu knew that this was an ancient secret technique called "ventral language" to conceal his true voice.

The man seemed to be looking at him, but he didn't seem to have a glance at him at all. He was silent for a while before saying, "Mr. Okura, what's wrong with your face?"

Xiaokura touched his swollen face and felt embarrassed. He couldn't just say that he was beaten, "Oh, I accidentally fell down just now..."

"Mr. Okura, a real samurai never lie. Do you think I didn't see what happened just now?"

The muscles on Okura Yu's face twitched, and he quickly bowed again, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his face: "Mr. Pheasant, I..."

The man interrupted him without hesitation: "As a warrior, you can only die in battle, not defeat in battle. You won't understand this principle."

"Yes!" Okura Yu replied loudly, but his heart, liver and lungs trembled, and the fear of death made his pupils shrink.

The man didn't sound, slowly pulling open the screen in front of him. Okura Yu looked up tremblingly, and saw two corpses behind the screen!

Although the lights were dim, he still recognized at a glance, one was Gujing, and the other was Gujing's master, Japanese Jiu-Jitsu master Shigemei Yamashita!
Chapter completed!