Chapter 379 One Hand VS Karate

"You, Chinese kung fu, is no longer good!"

Taro Kitamiya is actually a militarist in his bones. Since he was a child, he has heard from his family elders about some of his experience in China half a century ago and knew that this is a country with abundant land and strong national self-esteem.

The so-called good relationship between China and Japan is just what the official said. More than 80% of Chinese have never forgiven this neighbor.

And many Japanese, as well as the pleasure brought by the invasion, made the Japanese militaristic forces begin to germinate some bad ideas.

So even if his cousin Kenta Miyamoto opened his mouth, Kitamiya Taro was unwilling to give up this good opportunity to hit the confidence of Chinese students. He wanted to plant the invincible seeds of the Japanese in the hearts of these students.

"Ye Tian, come down, I'll compare with him, damn it, who's afraid of who?"

Hearing Kitamiya Taro's repeated provocations, Xu Zhennan became impulsive again. Not only him, but also some other members of the martial arts club also shouted one after another, and the scene became chaotic.

Ye Tian looked at Kitamiya Taro with a strange face and asked, "Do you really want to continue?"

Originally, Xu Zhennan accidentally injured Kenta Miyamoto, and the victim was the other party, so Ye Tian didn't want to argue with them, but now Kitamiya Taro has an inch, and Ye Tian's heart is also on fire.

"Of course, you beat my cousin with disgraceful means. Why don't you dare to compete now?"

Although Kitamiya Taro did not learn the family swordsmanship, he was a karate black belt seven-stage. He once won the domestic karate competition in Japan and had quite rich practical experience. At the time of the 2004 Asian Games, if he was not too young, he would have participated in the Asian Games on behalf of Japan at that time, so Kitamiya Full of confidence.

Seeing that the other party was aggressive, Ye Tian said, "Okay, I'll compare with you, is that okay?"

"Can you... represent them?" Kitamiya Taro doesn't know Ye Tian, but for him, it doesn't matter who he fights with, as long as he can let the Chinese people taste the bitter fruit of failure.

In this game, except for Yu Qingya, Rongrong and Xu Zhennan, no one knows Ye Tian and naturally has no confidence in him. The fat shouted, "Shall I go?"

"You?" Ye Tian shook his head and said, "Although your Shaolin Tan legs are good at basic skills, there is too little actual combat. I'll do it."

"How do you know that I practice Tan's legs?"

After hearing Ye Tian's words, A Fei was shocked, because not to mention Ye Tian, there were so many people in the martial arts club, and he didn't know that his kung fu at the bottom of the box was Shaolin Tan's legs.

"Although you have gained a little weight, you walk like a whip, which is very stable and easy to see."

Ye Tian smiled and didn't say much. Tan's legs are vigorous, coordinated, and the tricks are changeable, and the rhythm of attack and defense is clear. Li Shanyuan admires it very much. It is because Ye Tian has practiced for a period of time in Chinese martial arts for a period of time. It has always been known as the "South It's Tan's leg.

This boxing originated from Longtan Temple in Lu Province, so it is called Tan Leg. In the Ming Dynasty, the monks of Shaolin Temple in Songshan helped the Zen master. They visited Longtan Temple in Linqing in person and met Master Yuekong, the descendant of Master Kunlun.

The two monks exchanged Shaolin's arhat boxing with Linqingtan legs as a souvenir. Later, the descendants of Shaolin Temple changed the boxing frame of the pool leg and added two ways, so it was called Shaolintan leg.

Hearing Ye Tian's words, he broke his kung fu. Ah Fei's face showed an unbelievable expression. He didn't understand how Ye Tian, who had no warrior's body shape at all, how did he see his kung fu?

"Opin, they have no problem with this contest. Let's do it together."

Ye Tian turned his face to Kitamiya Taro and said, "Japanese karate is just a combination of some of China's trivial skills. You come to learn Chinese kung fu, that is, the students are asking the master for advice. I bully you with both hands. I only use one hand to fight your karate!"

Ye Tian said, put his left hand behind his back, raised his right hand slightly, and looked at Kitamiya Taro with a smile.

"What? With only one hand?

"Is this true?"

"Lao Xu, who is your friend? It's not that kind of martial arts, is it?"

As soon as Ye Tian said this, the whole venue suddenly exploded. This was really too moraleful. The people of the martial arts club showed excitement on their faces and listened to Ye Tian's origin to Xu Zhennan one after another.

As for the karate students who followed Kenta Miyamoto, their faces showed anger. Ye Tian's behavior was simply contempt for the great movement of karate, which made them psychologically unacceptable.

Kitamiya Taro was also furious and scolded, "Baga!"

"Bastard, why don't you scold again?" Ye Tian's face suddenly cooled down, and the rapid change of his face made Kitamiya's heart cold.

"I'm sorry, I'm rude!"

The title of Kitamiya Taro, the black belt seven sections of karate, is not in vain. He has played countless games alone, and his ability to regulate psychology is excellent. After his anger, he immediately restrained his mind and bowed to Ye Tian.

"Damn it, little Japan is cheap. Talk well and play with you. This turn is soft." Ye Tian didn't know that Kitamiya Taro was to calm down his excitement, and he thought he was afraid?

It seemed that he felt a trace of abnormality from Ye Tian's calm expression. Taro Kitamiya became cautious. He took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and tied it to his forehead, and then stood in the middle of the field and put on a karate defensive posture.

Kitamiya Taro's arrogance also meant to provoke the other party, but as soon as the airs were put on, the whole person became extremely calm, and there was no intention to do it first.

"Come on, karate is not heavy defense. If I take action first, you won't have a chance."

Ye Tianzhong put out a finger and hooked Kitamiya Taro, but returned to Kitamiya Taro's insult to Xu Zhennan just now.

In this way, Taro Kitamiya could no longer maintain the defensive position. With his feet wrong, his body suddenly rushed to Ye Tian. He put his right palm slightly together, shouted "oh" in his mouth, and split down at Ye Tian's face door.

Karate is a perfect combination of strength and skill. Kitamiya Taro's palm can break twelve square bricks.

Although he doesn't use all his strength at this moment, if he hits Ye Tian, he can definitely lose his combat effectiveness in an instant, and it will also leave an extremely serious concussion.

"Ah!"

Seeing the fierce slap of Kitamiya Taro, the onlookers in the venue couldn't help exclaiming. With the shout of Kitamiya Taro, the power of this slap was no less than that of Park Jinxi's defeating Li Feng.

"Wow!"

Looking at the momentum of Kitamiya Taro's palm, Ye Tian's nose snorted coldly, but he did not move at all, but raised his right hand in front of his chest.

Just as the other party was about to hit his face, Ye Tian's right fingertip gently crossed Kitamiya Taro's elbow. Kitamiya Taro's palm, which was originally full of strength, suddenly fell softly from Ye Tian.

Kitamiya Taro's reaction was very fast. He didn't even think about how Ye Tian blocked this move. His left leg suddenly kicked on the ground, his whole body soared, and his right knee hit Ye Tian's chest fiercely.

"Knee hit the top? The trick in Thailand is that Japan is really a nation without its own culture.

In the eyes of others, Kitamiya Taro's movements are very coherent, and there is no pause in the middle, but in Ye Tian's eyes, Kitamiya Taro is flawless everywhere, and there is even leisure time to evaluate the other party's movements.

Facing the fierce move of the other party, Ye Tian's figure also did not move. His right hand, which had just been blocked, suddenly bent, and a index finger bounced against Taro Kitamiya's knee.

Ye Tian's move not only surprised everyone, but also made Kitamiya Taro have no idea at all. One is a knee ready to go, and the other is a fragile finger. The two are not comparable at all?

When the knee was in contact with the index finger, everyone, including Taro Kitamiya, thought that Ye Tian's finger would be broken. Taro Kitamiya's empty body suddenly stopped, and then fell heavily on the mat.

"What's going on?"

"Why did you fall down in a good way?"

"Then the Japanese are also foreign-style gun wax rod heads. Do you like it or not?"

This sudden change made the people of the martial arts club laugh loudly at Kitamiya Taro inexplicably, and the haze of Li Feng's defeat just now suddenly disappeared.

"Ba Ga!"

Kitamiya Taro, who fell to the ground, was not injured. As soon as he turned over, he got up, with a fierce light in his eyes and stared at Ye Tian.

"Zang said, why don't you have a long memory?"

Ye Tian frowned. He just bounced his finger on Taro Kitamiya's thigh tendons, and didn't even release Zhenqi. It was obvious that he was letting him go.

Who knew that Kitamiya Taro didn't know how to scold people, which made Ye Tian's heart really angry. What the Chinese people hate most is the national curse of Japan.

Kitamiya Taro did not answer Ye Tian's words, but rubbed himself and rushed up again, also hitting Ye Tian's head with a palm.

After being blocked by Ye Tian, Kitamiya Taro stepped back half a step, and his right foot, which had already been prepared, suddenly quietly picked up Ye Tian's crotch.

Taro Kitamiya's pick is no longer the kung fu in karate, but the secret skill of the Kitamiya family.

Taro Kitamiya, who has practiced this move since he was a child, can even break four or five blue bricks with one foot, which can be used in the battle to make people defenseless. The hit is the end of either death or injury, which is extremely insidious.

"Damn it, do you still say that we don't have martial arts?"

When Kitamiya Taro was still 20 or 30 centimeters away from Ye Tian, Ye Tian felt a chilly wind from the inside of his thigh.