Li Yunlong himself did not intend to let these Japanese devils leave alive. Being able to agree to the competition with the Japanese was purely to pass the time.

In addition, there were many new recruits during this onlooker, Li Yunlong just wanted to take this opportunity to increase the morale of the troops.

Hearing Li Yunlong's order, the monk had no choice but to walk back to the team.

Tan Hai looked at Takeda Shimo Nao with excitement: "You little Japanese, send someone quickly, or you can come up in person."

Takeda Shima's face darkened.

Tan Hai's appearance is so arrogant that he simply underestimated them.

As the captain of the most elite unit in Kazumura Nishi's hands, he naturally couldn't bear this tone.

But he didn't want to go on stage in person, and said to a Japanese man beside him, "You go and kill him!"

"Hayi!" The Japanese soldiers responded, then walked forward to salute.

Tan Hai sneered: "You little Japanese are quite polite. For this reason, I'll just make it easier to get you hurt less when I start."

As he said that, Tan Hai also apologized for bent down and saluting. As a warrior, he also has his own dignity.

When others salute him, even if there are Japanese men opposite him, he must return the favor symbolically. This is the most basic etiquette of Chinese warriors.

But the Japanese didn't think so.

The moment when the Japanese saw Tan Hai bent down, they immediately launched an attack.

"Damn it, the little Japanese devils, do you talk about martial ethics? Sneak attack!"

Shen Quan cursed directly: "Damn, are you a damn person?"

Zhang Dabiao waved his hand: "Old Shen, don't worry, Instructor Tan can handle it!"

After saying that, everyone looked at Tan Hai.

When the Japanese were about to rush to Tan Hai, Tan Hai turned sideways, and then a titanium mountain hit the Japanese heavily.

The violent impact directly knocked the Japanese to the ground.

The Japanese got up in horror, covered their chests and subconsciously set a distance from Tan Hai.

But his eyes fell on Tan Hai, looking at him vigilantly.

"You little Japanese, just this is his ability to attack someone?"

The Japanese soldiers seemed to have been greatly insulted, and roared and rushed towards Tan Hai again with anger.

This time, Tan Hai did not hold back and jumped up directly, pressed his toes directly on his throat, and kicked them hard.

In an instant, the Japanese lost their combat power and fell directly to the ground.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and after a moment, he lost his vitality and stopped moving.

When Zhang Dabiao saw that the competition was over, he immediately walked up, fearing that someone would take his chance.

"Instructor Tan, you're too ruthless. Just kick him in the throat. Who can bear it?"

Tan Hai spread his hands and said indifferently: "I don't want to do this Japanese devils too irresistible. The offensive is fierce, but he does not pay attention to defense."

"Okay, you go on, just be more beautiful and don't give the Japanese too much respite."

Zhang Dabiao nodded: "I understand. I have no morality with them, just kill them."

As he said that, Zhang Dabiao turned his head and looked at Takeda Shizunao.

"It's the last sentence, are you still going to let someone else do it? Coward, coward?"

Takedashita glared at Zhang Dabiao coldly and slowly stood up.

"Since you want to compete with me, I should be with you!"

After saying that, Takeda Shizuo put on a pose and looked at Zhang Dabiao with cold eyes.

"You little Japanese, it seems that you have a little bit of Southern Fist meaning, depending on your posture."

"Okay, let me see how much you learned!"

After saying that, Zhang Dabiao roared and rushed towards Takeda with an extremely fierce offensive.

Takeda straightened his posture and took a step back.

The moment Zhang Dabiao's fist rushed over, he immediately grabbed his arm and pushed his elbow towards Zhang Dabiao's abdomen.

Zhang Dabiao was not satisfied with the reaction. At the moment when his abdomen was about to be hit, he kicked him hard on the ridge.

The force of this kick is quite huge.

With a click, Takeda Shimaru fell to the ground.

Zhang Dabiao took the opportunity to distance himself: "You kid is indeed a bit fist, but unfortunately why do you always like to play with sluts?"

"Give you three seconds to stand up, otherwise don't blame me for killing me."

"Damn!" the monk cursed: "Captain, Zhang Dabiao is clearly playing with the Japanese. If he kicked the Japanese in the lower three ways just now, the Japanese would have been unable to get up long ago."

Li Yunlong wrapped his hands around his chest and smiled like watching a show: "This kid Zhang Dabiao hasn't taken action for too long, so it's better for him to play with it."

"Also, it's the Japanese who captured the three routes. We won't do this."

"You think everyone is like you. You like to kick people in the crotch as soon as you fight, which makes Instructor Tan and others unhappy with you."

The monk rolled his eyes: "I practiced legs in Shaolin Temple, and playing with legs requires a small range of movement and a large force."

"The crotch kick is the part that is most likely to lose its combat effectiveness, especially men."

Li Yunlong snorted coldly: "Dode, go whatever you want. I see that your Shaolin Temple is not a serious place, so I will teach people these despicable things!"

As Li Yunlong spoke, Takeda Shimai stood up staggeringly with his knees on his back.

Seeing this, Zhang Dabiao laughed and said, "If you can still stand up, it means you can still fight. Since this is the case, I will be serious."

As he said that, Zhang Dabiao rushed towards the Japanese again.

About one meter away from the Japanese, Zhang Dabiao jumped up and directly pressed Takeda down to the ground with his knees in a half-sitting position.

At the same time, he clenched his fists with both hands and slammed Takeda Shizushi's face one by one.

Each punch is mixed with a lot of force. Whenever you lift it, blood can be seen on the fist.

With just a few punches, Takeda Shimaji had already fallen to the ground and stopped moving.

But Zhang Dabiao still did not stop his hand and directly smashed Takeda Shizushi's face.

Such cruel methods made other Japanese dare not move.

"Captain Zhang, the skills of Battalion Commander Zhang have improved again!" Tan Hai said with a smile.

Li Yunlong nodded with a smile: "Is there a little progress? Unfortunately, it's still the same as before. He lacks skills and is more brute force."

Tan Hai laughed: "Everyone has his own style."

"Although both the monk and I are good at legs, the monk's legs are fast and ruthless. I am skilled and quick, while Captain Zhang is about strength."

"What about me?" Li Yunlong teased: "Looking at what they beat, I'm a little itchy. Let's talk about it another day?"

Tan Hai shook his head: "I and the monk will not be able to decide the winner for a hundred rounds, but the monk can't walk five moves in your hands, so I'd better not seek abuse."

Li Yunlong laughed and turned around and shouted, "Da Biao, okay, I'll make a hole in the ground when I'm smashing it. This old Japanese man has long been dead!"

Hearing Li Yunlong's words, Zhang Dabiao slowly stood up: "Who else wants to fight? I'll accompany you to the end!"

Chapter 742: Zhang Dabiao’s Violent Aesthetics
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