August, summer is hot.

In the Forbidden City martial arts field, as time passed, the temperature also rose little by little, and gradually reached a level that was enough to make people feel hot.

On the ring in the middle of the martial arts field, Zhang Kun closed his eyes and rested, but seemed to have no idea of ​​the high temperature that was enough to make people sweat. He just stood quietly and waited slowly.

As footsteps sounded from far to near, three figures suddenly walked into the semicircular arch of the martial arts venue.

As the three of them officially stepped into the martial arts field, Zhang Kun suddenly opened his eyes in the middle of the ring, his eyes facing the door.

At that moment, his eyes completely collided with the person who walked in.

At that moment, the guards who led the way for Miyahono Okaku and others felt an invisible wind suddenly blowing across his face, his hair dancing, and even a faint tingling feeling on his cheeks.

The strange wind came and went quickly, and disappeared without waiting for the guard to come back to his senses.

At that moment, Yamamoto, who was standing on the other side, had hair standing up all over his body, and his whole body seemed to be in a ten thousand-year-old ice cave, and it instantly became stiff. An indescribable horror filled Yamamoto's whole body.

Yamamoto trembled slightly, and he looked at the young figure on the ring in horror.

What, how is it possible? He, he actually felt a strong death threat in the young figure on the ring.

It seemed that at that moment, as long as the figure on the ring moved his fingers slightly, he could easily take his life away.

Yamamoto was frightened. If Miyahomda Oki hadn't been standing beside him, otherwise at that moment, Yamamoto would have turned around and ran, without caring about anything, and running as far as he could.

Monsters are definitely monsters... Yamamoto's mind is in chaos.

Miyahonda Chong, who was only two people in the middle, smiled as soon as Zhang Kun looked at him, as if he was very happy.

He immediately left the two beside him, strode forward, and soon arrived at the ring. He looked at Zhang Kun with a kind smile on his face: "Mr. Zhang, the youngest martial arts master in China, has met again!"

Facing Miyahonda Chong's greeting, Zhang Kun narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted coldly, but he was too lazy to say a word.

Passionately received Zhang Kun's cold treatment, but Miyahonda Kok was not surprised at all. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the martial arts people sitting on rows of wooden chairs opposite the ring.

Miyahonda looked at it one by one, and the smile on his face became even more intense: "I didn't expect that there are many old friends here, and the traffic jams on the road made you wait for a long time. However, it's great to see you all in your lifetime!"

The five people in the row of wooden chairs all looked calm and did not deal with Miyamoto's greetings, but did not respond at all. Even Mr. Lu didn't even raise his head, and looked down at the stone bricks on the ground with a crutch.

After the first row, some middle-aged warriors snorted, some glared at them, some looked ashen, some were flushed, and of course some were ordinary and indifferent.

He said hello and received no response. Miyahonda Kok was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he chuckled twice, then turned around with curious expressions, looking at the most mysterious Forbidden City in ancient China.

Just as he was looking around, a staff member carried a wooden chair behind him. Miyahonda sat down without seeing any sight, while Yamamoto, who was catching up quickly, stood behind him.

When Miyamoto sat down, Choi Bin, opposite the ring, raised his hand and looked at his watch, then stood up silently, stepped straight over the red rope and came to the middle of the ring. He bowed to Miyamoto Honda.

"Mr. Miyamoto, Cui Binduan, is the vice president of the Yanjing Wushu Association. I will be the referee of this arena competition. I wonder if Mr. Miyamoto agrees or may he have any other better suggestions?"

Hearing Cui Binduan's words, Miya Honda stood up calmly, and also imitated Cui Binduan and chuckled: "With the Grand Master of Dacheng Boxing, Mr. Cui, I have no objection!"

Cui Bin nodded expressionlessly: "Okay, since Mr. Miyamoto has no objection, then please go to the stage of the competition!"

Of course, Zhang Kun and Miyahonda Chong were both sides of the competition, and Zhang Kun had already stood on the ring, and now he was naturally the only one waiting for.

Miyahonda nodded slightly at the chuckling, and then Yamamoto, who was behind him, quickly put down the bag in his hand, then took out a long crossbar from it and raised it in front of Miya itself.

The crossbar was folded and was more than one meter long after opening. Then Yamamoto pressed the crossbar and suddenly a black cloth surface fell down suddenly, and then completely blocked Miyamoto's figure.

Two minutes later, Yamamoto respectfully put away the crossbar, and Miyahono Oki who appeared again had already changed into a completely white karate suit, barefoot, and a black ribbon was tied around his waist.

Miyahonda, who had finished dressing up, rushed to the opposite side of Zhang Kun slowly.

Cui Binduan looked at Zhang Kun and Miyahonda, then said in a deep voice: "The competition on the ring is full of fists and feet, and life and death are all in peace. If there is any difference, we will not pursue each other. Please make a statement of life and death!"

As Cui Bin put the last four words on the ground, a young man ran over quickly, holding a black tray with a pen and a printed "life and death situation" inside!

He came to the middle with the tray, Zhang Kun glanced at it, then picked up the pen without hesitation, and signed his name on the life and death statement.

At that moment, Mr. Lu, who was under the ring, was moving his hands with a crutch, and his calm face began to be indecisive. However, in the end, Mr. Lu sat there quietly.

Zhang Kun, remember to agree to me.

After signing Zhang Kun, Miya Honda showed a chuckling on his face. When the tray came to him, he didn't even look at it, and signed his name directly on it: Miyagi Nagisa.

After confirming the signatures of the two, Cui Binduan put the life and death letter into his arms, and then looked at the two: "Okay, polite, now I will announce the rules of the competition, which is... there are no rules."

As soon as Choi Binduan finished speaking, Miya Honda was stunned and then smiled: "Is there no rules? OK, I like it!"

Zhang Kun also nodded expressionlessly.

"Okay, if you have no objection, then I'll announce that the competition will begin now!" After saying that, Cui Bin flashed his body and jumped out of the arena almost instantly.

On the ring, only Zhang Kun and Miyahonda Chong were standing quietly.

The ring was silent, the atmosphere was a little bit solemn, and at this moment, Miyahonda Kotoki suddenly chuckled: "Mr. Zhang, do you still remember the Otsuka Yoshikawa from half a year ago?"

Zhang Kun's face remained unchanged, but he looked at Miyahomda with a cold face and said the first sentence: "Miyamoto, do you still remember Liang Xing four years ago?"

As soon as the two said something, the atmosphere suddenly became violent...

The war is about to break out!
Chapter completed!