"My master, the founder of the Japanese Liushuiquan Sect, Kato Taketaka!"

Yamamoto's face was proud and immediately revealed his master's name.

"Fist of the Flowing Water and Rock Crushing Fist?"

The drunkard couldn't help but frown.

I haven't heard of it, it's probably a new small sect, right?

The nameless and surnamed master dared to speak out to challenge him?

It was simply ignorant of his ability! Although the drunkard did not say it clearly, his disdainful expression was written on his face.

After all, he is a leader in the Northern Quan faction, so how could he take a small Japanese fiefdom sect into his eyes?

Yamamotojiro naturally saw the drunkard's attitude and there was anger on his face.

"Are you all the warriors in China so short-sighted and look down on others?"

"Although my master became famous late, he unified the entire Japanese boxing world. Even Yoshio Kawashima, who was once defeated by my master, was defeated by my master, and his country's royal family even awarded me the title of Master Paladin. Why do you look down on my master!"

"What, even Yoshio Kawashima was defeated by your master?"

Now, the drunkard was finally moved.

Although Japan is small, there are several famous masters in the international arena. Kawashima Kawashima is one of them and is one of the top three martial arts masters in Japan.

Unexpectedly, they were defeated by Kato?

"This is interesting!"

The drunkard suddenly sneered and immediately glanced at Yamamotojiro.

"So that's it, I'll give you a chance!"

"I punch three times. If you can take my punches, I will accept your master's challenge!"

"Of course, I only use one layer of skill! I won't take your life!"

The drunkard suddenly spoke, with a faint joking on his face.

He naturally had his own purpose to make this request.

Knowing your enemy and knowing yourself will never be defeated! As soon as this little Japanese boy actually injured his apprentice, he naturally wanted to get back his face.

Secondly, you can also use these three punches to explore the details of the opponent's boxing skills.

"So you're serious?"

Yamamotojiro finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he could finally go back to report what his master told him.

And the next moment, the drunkard and his disciples were like looking at fools.

"This kid really thinks he can take over the master's three punches?"

"Even the master's level of skill is not something that anyone can bear!"

"I just don't know how to live or die!"

Everyone was talking, with a look of mockery on their faces. In their opinion, this kid would definitely die miserably.

Yamamotojiro didn't care at all. He slowly cut the clogs on both sides, and immediately made a strange fist posture, with his hands up and down on his chest to form a cone.

“What is this?

Snake fist?"

"Why do I feel like a little chick's rice?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The disciples couldn't help laughing.

Only Jiang Beichen's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, showing an interesting expression.

"Master Drunk Master, come on, I'll wait for you to take a move!"

Yamamotojiro had no fear on his face, but instead shone with excitement in his eyes.

The drunkard frowned, but he didn't expect that this kid would really be alive and ignorant.

I couldn't help but sneer, and didn't talk nonsense. I waved my sleeves and took a step forward.

An extremely fierce fist rushed out directly in front! For a moment, the true energy suddenly vented and flew around, as if an invisible dragon hit Yamamotoro directly! It was too fast! Yamamotoro had not reacted at any time, and was pressed down by the drunkard's fist intention. Yamamotoro's bones crackled, and he groaned, knelt on one knee on the ground, and took over the storm.

After more than ten seconds, the wind and waves finally ended. Yamamotoshiro staggered for a moment, and a ray of red blood slowly overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"The Drunk Master is indeed well-known, but only a layer of skill, which almost killed me!"

Yamamotojiro raised his head, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said with admiration.

But at this moment, my voice was a little weak, and I was obviously seriously injured.

"Hmph, since that's the case, do you still dare to take this second punch?"

The drunkard stood with his sleeves and said proudly.

I am confident that this kid should have retreated.

But… “Please take a move!”

Yamamotojiro actually stood up slowly and took power again.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Is this kid a fool?

He almost died of his first punch, but he dared to take it. He is really not afraid of death! "After all, he is a Japanese, he is really arrogant!"

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish!"

The drunkard suddenly became angry. This kid was so ignorant that he could not move forward or retreat.

The second punch! A light punch, but this light punch was even more terrifying than the fist just now, and even the air around it burst.

Jiang Beichen nodded secretly. The drunkard's understanding of boxing has reached the level of transformation, and it is not a false reputation.

Bang! Now, Yamamotojiro was unable to resist and was directly knocked out of the door by the fist wind, landing heavily on the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and not getting up for a long time.

"Haha! This is the end of pretending!"

"I don't know how to advance or retreat, is it going to be fine now?

You can't get up!"

"If the master hadn't shown mercy, this kid would have died!"

However, amid a group of sarcastic voices, Yamamotojiro actually slowly climbed up again, arched his body with a bruised nose and a grim smile on his face, and walked in slowly from outside the door.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

Unexpectedly, after suffering such severe injuries, this kid could get up?

The drunkard's face also changed, so naturally he felt that he couldn't hold on to his face.

"Master Drunk Master, please use the third punch!"

Yamamoto said with a breath, without any fear on his face, but the excitement became stronger and more intense, which made the drunkard feel a little scared.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Okay, okay! Then I will help you today!"

The drunkard was furious, and he had never been so provoked by the juniors.

Immediately, the third punch was hit directly.

The punch was also soft, but when it was halfway through, the fist wind suddenly changed, like a dragon or a tiger, roaring faintly, and blasted forward.

All the disciples widened their eyes.

This is Drunk Fist! Unexpectedly, the master actually used his unique skill to become famous! "Good boy is over!"

"Dead!"

"Eighty percent of the tendons and veins are broken, and the bones will be broken into pieces!"

You know, it was because of this drunken fist that their master defeated the entire Northern Fist, became a master of the generation, and won the title of "Drinking Palm". In the eyes of the disciples, this Japanese boy was dead! However...hey! Yamamotoro, who was originally swaying, suddenly shouted loudly and swept his depressed attitude. Just as the fist wind was facing, his whole body's energy suddenly changed, and the fist momentum changed instantly. Without any evasion, he hit the fist wind head-on.

Puff puff puff puff! There were dense explosions like drum beats in the air.

A pair of fists hit the wind of the drunken fist like raindrops.

It seemed as if he had hundreds of punches in one breath, and finally he used his strength to transform his strength and actually took down all the winds of the drunken fist.

Finally, all the fists turned into invisible, and Yamamotojiro slowly closed his fists and stood up.

"Master Drunk Master, I've given up!"

Yamamoto looked over with a playful look on his face.

At this moment, everyone's expressions were frozen on their faces.

After a long time, the drunkard sighed.
To be continued...