"So handsome!"

Zhao Xiaodao felt his mind swaying and looked at the actions of the people around him, so he also took out his mobile phone and turned on the video recording mode.

In addition, as Lu Zheng appeared on the scene, the photographers on both sides also concentrated on turning on their cameras and started working.

Only Lin Wan, holding a 28-kilogram bright silver dragon gun in one hand, looked at Lu Zheng's pretentiousness with a funny face, quite envious.

Lu Zheng came to the center of the arena, stood still with his feet unsteady, and did not speak. He just had eyes like torches, carefully controlling the power of his eyes and looking towards the opposite side.

"Shangquanjun..."

Shangquanming waved his hand, opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and stood up suddenly.

Looking up at Lu Zheng, Shang Quanming curled his lips and nodded deeply. Then he held the katana in his left hand and walked towards the center of the ring rhythmically, step by step.

Compared to Lu Zheng’s fish-scale chain mail, Shang Quanming wore traditional Japanese armor. His bamboo camouflage was replaced by iron armor. There was a crescent moon on the helmet, but there was no one on his face. Wear a mask.

Arrive at the center of the arena and stand about five meters apart from Lu Zheng.

Shang Quanming is a little taller than Lu Zheng. With the power of Zhang Tiexia just now, coupled with his majestic appearance and serious face, his aura is not inferior to Lu Zheng at all.

"Kamiizumi-kun!"

"New Yinliu!"

There was a burst of cheering and chanting from the Japanese side.

“Xinyinliu Shangquanming, please give me some advice.” Shangquanming actually spoke in Chinese.

"Yes." Lu Zheng nodded, without repeating the "please advise" scene.

Shang Quanming’s eyes narrowed, then he grinned and said in his somewhat awkward Chinese accent, “Are all Chinese traditions so impolite?”

Lu Zheng said calmly, "We are not friends either, how can we be polite and feed them to the dogs?"

"The boss is domineering!"

"Brother Lu is mighty!"< br />
“Huh!” Shang Quanming snorted coldly, with a sharp look in his eyes, “I want to see if you still have the ability to say this later!”

"Choke!"

Pulling out his samurai sword, Shang Quanming stood in a lunge with his legs, holding the sword in both hands, pointing directly at Lu Zheng.

But Lu Zheng still stood still, his left hand hanging naturally, and his right hand holding the handle of the Huanshou knife hanging on his back with his backhand, making no defensive movements at all.

　……

"Brother Lu is a little too confident, the opponent is quite powerful."

"Boss, be careful, the Japanese are very cunning!"

On the Hua side, some people who didn’t know Lu Zheng’s specific strength were a little worried. Someone quietly asked Zhang Tiexia, “Brother Zhang, do you think Brother Lu is a bit too much?”

Zhang Tiexia glanced at him sideways, curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Give him two hands, Mr. Lu... I can kick him to death with my feet!"

What the hell, you can do it with practice Now that the spirit of free control has come, Sun Lutang can't do more than that. Beating a little Japanese is not just a matter of holding it in hand?

"Huh? So strong?"

Even Zhao Wenyu and Du Lin, who had seen Lu Zheng's strength, were a little worried. However, after hearing Zhang Tiexia's comments as an insider, All of a sudden, I felt relieved.

　……

On the other side, on the ring.

"You are looking for death if you look down on me!"

Seeing that Lu Zheng did not put up a defensive stance, Shang Quanming laughed evilly and pressed hard on the heel of his right foot. Without crossing each other, he ran straight for three meters, like a drill, and stabbed Lu Zheng's chest with the samurai sword in his hand.

And Shang Quanming exerted his force from the same place, and it took less than a second to reach the tip of the knife three inches from Lu Zheng's chest.

"Ding!"

With a soft sound, Lu Zheng appeared behind Shang Quanming on the left side, and the long knife in his hand slowly retracted from his left shoulder sleeve.

Everyone can clearly see that Lu Zheng won a move.

"One point." Lu Zheng said calmly.

"What the hell? What's going on? I feel like my eyes are blurred, and that's it?"

"I didn't see clearly either..."

"What's going on? So fast?"

Of course, there are people who can see clearly. Although they can't see the specific details, they can still see the general movements clearly.

"Brother Lu just drew his sword with his backhand, swung away Xiaoni's samurai sword, passed by the opponent's side, and then turned around and slashed."

" The movements are very fast, as if they have been rehearsed in advance.”

“Big boss is awesome!”

“Brother Lu is so powerful!”

After one move, Shang Quanming finally understood Lu Zheng's strength. He looked solemn and stepped back to protect himself with a knife. His legs formed an I-shape and his feet did not leave the ground, but moved slowly.

Lu Zheng shook his head, "It's useless."

After the words fell, Lu Zheng stepped forward with his sword.

Kamizumi stepped back to block, but Lu Zheng's long sword slipped and the back of the sword was rolled around. He simply left the samurai sword outside, and then the tip of the sword reached Kamizumi's wrist.

Shang Quanming's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly retracted his hand to pull the knife, but the opponent took advantage of the situation, and the blade directly passed through his chest.

"Two points." Lu Zheng said calmly.

Kamizumi's eyes suddenly became sharp and his eyes were about to burst, "Baga!"

His body swayed from side to side, and the position of the katana's tip changed, back and forth.

　……

　“Three points.”

　Shang Quanming, “……”

　“Four points , five points, six points...twelve points, thirteen points, fourteen points..."

For just over three minutes, Lu Zheng was like walking a dog, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, swaying As he wished, he rewarded the other party with a score of twenty-two to zero.

As for Shang Quanming, he also experienced the process from calmness to anger, from anger to calmness, from calmness to anger, and from anger to numbness. He no longer had the calmness and calmness he had when he first came on the stage.

At this time, his mood was probably three parts numb, three parts angry, three parts ashamed and one part calm with the last effort...

Shang Quanming’s mood was complicated. , the hands holding the knife were already trembling slightly, and he tried his best to stare at Lu Zheng's hand without taking his eyes off it.

　……

Outside the stadium, there were loud cheers and applause on the Chinese side, while on the Japanese side, there was dead silence, even the three All the photographers holding automatic cameras stopped.

Only a few photographers from the Chinese side worked hard, running around, looking for the best angles, and taking pictures of Lu Zheng teasing Shang Quanming.

…

“Baga! You are humiliating me!” Shang Quanming said angrily.

Lu Zheng held a knife in his back and said calmly, "Did you notice?"

"Holy shit!"

"Niubi !”

“Domineering!”

“Full of strength!”

“You!” Shang Quanming couldn’t help but pause, He couldn't help but said angrily, "I am a warrior! I have the dignity of a warrior!"

Lu Zheng nodded, looked back at Zhang Tiexia, then looked at Shang Quanming, "Okay, I will give you this dignity. ."

Shang Quanming's pupils shrank, a bad premonition suddenly hit his heart, and he couldn't help but hurriedlySaid, "Wait! Wait a minute!"

Lu Zheng stepped forward and slashed with his sword, like a tiger, wild and fierce, and suddenly his fighting style changed.

Shang Quanming blocked it with his sword, but he didn’t expect Lu Zheng’s sword to be heavy and fast, but the first blow made him change his expression.

　"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

He only blocked three swords, and his arms felt numb and weak. The fourth sword was knocked away by the katana. , was slashed in the chest by Lu Zheng.

"Boom!"

Shang Quanming was cut into a rolling gourd with a knife, rolled out of the ring space, and hit the crowd behind.

When the Japanese helped him up, they saw blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth and injuries to his internal organs, probably more serious than Zhang Tiexia's.

He was so weak that if he didn’t rely on the help of others, he wouldn’t be able to stand up at all.

Lu Zheng turned his sword around, sheathed it with his backhand, and said calmly, "Don't even think about traveling around the world. Go home and recuperate. After three years of recuperation, maybe you can still recover." Pick up the knife again."

Shang Quanming's eyes widened, he couldn't help but vomited blood again, and fainted.

　──────Digression─────

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