I shoot one at a time in the fight against Japan

Chapter 351 You Are Still Too Weak
"Yeah, I think I'm tired of living, so I came here to die, aren't I happy and happy?" Zhou Weihua replied with a smug smile.

Happy?

What the hell?

The little devils had no idea what Zhou Weihua was talking about, and it was courting death for them.

"I don't care if you are happy or not, there is only one ending when you come to our Hongkou dojo, and that is to go out sideways." The little devil said and waved his hands directly to attack Zhou Weihua.

call!
The palm wind whizzed up.

Bang!
Zhou Weihua punched out like lightning, knocking the kid to the ground.

Seeing Zhou Weihua's powerful fighting power, the others immediately charged up with a few little devils, but even so, Zhou Weihua was not afraid at all, and blasted the little devils with iron fists.

Bang bang bang!
Click click!

The little devils were either blown away by iron fists, or their hands and feet were broken.

Add fists.

in a blink.

More than 20 little devils were all lying on the ground and screaming in pain.

"Hey, I thought Hongkou Dojo is really powerful, but it turned out to be scum, wasting my expression and my thoughts." Zhou Weihua came out early this morning to kick the restaurant. He thought Hongkou Dojo was as powerful as the legend, but it turned out that Just a bunch of scum.

"Baga! Lu!" Just as Zhou Weihua shook his head in disappointment, two figures appeared in the hall. This person was Matsushita Chuanki and his assistant: "Who are you?"

"Chinese." Zhou Weihua said, looking at the middle-aged Japanese man in kimono and clogs.

"Baga Road, our Hongkou Dojo is not a place where you Chinese can come, do you know where we are?" Matsushita Chuanmu's assistant scolded directly,

"You are acting recklessly in our China, and this is our Chinese place. I can come and leave whenever I want, and it's not up to you Japanese to command me." Zhou Weihua waited for Matsushita Chuanki's words with eyes like tigers. assistant.

The terrible coercion made Matsushita Chuanmu's men not follow at all.

The eyes of this person are too terrifying, they exist like a god of death.

"Our Hongkou Dojo has a rule that people who come in must accept our challenge, otherwise they are not eligible to enter our Hongkou Dojo." Matsushita Chuanki responded directly.

"Really? I can accept the challenge, but I have one condition." Zhou Weihua came here to challenge, otherwise what is he doing in Hongkou Dojo?
"What challenge?" Matsushita Kawaki asked curiously.

"That means I will kill you, or you will kill me, which is a battle of life and death." Zhou Weihua even directly wrote to Matsushita Chuan Mushita.

"You, this is a suicide challenge." Matsushita Chuanmu frowned and looked at Zhou Weihua, who is this person?There was such a terrifying aura exuding from his body.

"That's right, as I said just now, I'm tired of living and want to die, I hope you can fulfill me." Zhou Weihua said with a smug smile, "I say that, you Japanese shouldn't be afraid Right? It seems that your bushido spirit is really not good?"

"Okay, I accept your challenge." Matsushita Chuanmu is the curator of Hongkou Dojo, so he will naturally accept Zhou Weihua's death challenge.

"Very well, thank you for giving me the chance to die." Zhou Weihua had a deathly smile on his face, which was a very interesting challenge for him.

Soon.

After the two of them got ready, they proceeded towards the Hongkou Dao gymnasium.

Matsushita Chuanki bowed a bit, showing courtesy.

Zhou Weihua doesn't have any etiquette for a Japanese. If he had to find an explanation, it would be a problem that can only be solved by death.

"Ha!" Matsushita Chuanmu shouted violently, and then took two steps to test Zhou Weihua.

However, Zhou Weihua remained motionless.

Can't try anything at all.

Matsushita Chuanmu suddenly burst out with powerful strength, rushed forward with a stride, and swung his knife at Zhou Weihua to slash. Chuanmu's move was enough to cut off a tree the size of an arm.

call!
Matsushita Chuanmu's hand knife attack fell through, and a gust of palm wind blew across Zhou Weihua's handsome face.

Bang!
At the moment when Matsushita Chuanmu's move fell, Zhou Weihua rushed forward and kicked Matsushita Chuanmu. Chuanmu almost couldn't stand still, and staggered back several steps.

Matsushita Chuanmu frowned, he didn't expect this guy to have such a powerful explosive power at such a young age.

The corners of Zhou Weihua's mouth raised slightly, he would not give Matsushita Chuanki a chance to gain a foothold, then he rushed forward and kicked Matsushita Chuanki.

Bang!
Matsushita Chuanmu was kicked directly and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhou Weihua got angry, rushed to Matsushita Chuanmu again, and raised a deathly smile.

"No, don't!" Matsushita Chuanmu's pupils shrank suddenly, looking at Zhou Weihua as if seeing the god of death coming.

"You are too weak." Zhou Weihua raised a deathly smile, and then stepped on Matsushita Chuanki's chest.

Click!

Only the sound of a broken bone was heard.

A splatter of blood red.

Matsushita Chuanki, curator of Hongkou Dojo, died directly on the ground.

"It's still too weak, really too weak." Zhou Weihua shook his head in disappointment, and then his eyes fell on those Japanese warriors with frightened eyes.

After those Japanese warriors saw Zhou Weihua kill their curator, they were not Zhou Weihua's opponent in the first place, and now they were even more afraid to rush forward.

"Ugh!"

Zhou Weihua left Hongkou Dojo very disappointed.

After Zhou Weihua left the Hongkou Dojo, all the wounded Japanese warriors surrounded the curator's body.

"Curator, how are you doing?"

"Curator, what should we do?"

"Curator, we will definitely avenge you, we will."

"The hateful Chinese people dare to kill our curator, and he will definitely make him pay a heavy price."

"Hurry up and inform Mr. Fujiki, let him come and take a look."

At this time, a samurai with a slightly higher status in the Hongkou Dojo suddenly remembered that their biggest backer in the Hongkou Dojo was Fujiki Dazuo.

Only Osamu Fujiki can avenge the curator. I believe that guy must not be an opponent of Osamu Fujiki, and he will definitely lose to the Japanese.

"Yes, I'll go right away. A team member hurriedly got up and left the Hongkou dojo, heading straight to the Japanese barracks.

"Extra, extra, shocking news, shocking news."

"The Hongkou Dojo was destroyed by a young Chinese group, and the director of the Hongkou Dojo, Matsushita Chuanki, was directly beaten to death."

"Extra-size, extra-size, great value for sale in large size."

A kid selling newspapers started running from the street to the end of the street, yelling and selling newspapers, and shouted out the key points. This is a marketing method.

"Give me one."

"I want two copies. I will read them with my left and right hands."

"Haha, I still look at one in each of my left and right eyes."

Pedestrians bought newspapers and read them one after another after hearing the children yelling at them, wanting to find out who killed the curator of Shenhongkou Dojo.

(End of this chapter)