Chapter 989 The Bloody Beginning

Seven days passed in a flash. A huge arena was set up in the largest square in the capital. It was a fully open arena. Anyone could watch and anyone could play.

The Japanese were sitting on the arena. There were dozens of masters. They were the defenders. The challengers had no place of their own.

Tachibana Chiaki stood on the arena with a smile and said, "This time, our No. 1 master in Japan, Shuiyun Dazong, has come to guide you pathetic Koreans.

He specially led the masters of our Japanese Empire to set up the arena here. The arena will be set up for ten days. After a fight, each defender can choose to continue to defend or go down to rest.

Only when all the defenders are defeated can the final victory be achieved. I hope you Koreans are as good as your mouth. The whole world belongs to Korea. Only people like you can say such pathetic words."

Pu Yi said with a gloomy face: "Don't talk nonsense here. If you want to fight, let's fight quickly. If you don't want to fight, you can go back to Japan."

Tachibana Chiaki said calmly: "Since Your Majesty is so anxious for your people to die, let's start!"

She retreated after she finished speaking, and then a Japanese warrior jumped up. This guy said arrogantly: "I am Zebei Rongzhi, I came here to throw bricks and jade, which one of you will come up to die."

The first to attack are usually small shrimps, and the major families seem to be very stable, but the folk masters below are very clamorous.

I saw a guy jumping onto the ring and shouted loudly: "You Japanese dog, I am the folk master Wang Xiaohui, let you see how powerful we Koreans are."

This guy's weapon is a Pudao, waving it and rushing up, with a very fast speed, he wants to cut the opponent into two pieces.

Zebei Rongzhi had a disdainful smile on his face, and his body leaned to the side. The samurai sword in his hand came out of the sheath like lightning, and cut the opponent's throat in one go.

He put the samurai sword back into the sheath and said calmly: "Is this the level of you Koreans? I am really disappointed."

He kicked the opponent's body off the ring with one foot, and looked down with a proud look. This was a look of complete disdain, which made the people below angry again.

A woman flew onto the ring. The woman held a dagger in her hand and said: "Zhao Suqiu, a disciple of the Blood Killing Palace, came to kill you, a Japanese dog today. You Japanese dogs are really hateful.

You actually sent people to sneak into our Blood Killing Palace, and also seized the position of the Palace Master, which destroyed our Blood Killing Palace's thousand-year heritage. Today I will seek justice."

She swung the dagger in her hand and rushed up erratically. The two people's strength was similar this time, and they soon fought in a group on the ring.

Zhao Suqiu was a woman after all, and she was gradually losing some of her strength, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted, and all her moves were a style that would hurt both sides.

She suddenly let go of her defense, allowing the opponent's samurai sword to pierce her body, and the two daggers in her hands pierced into the opponent's neck at the same time, to die together.

At this time, Pu Yi nodded in the stands and said: "After all, the Blood Killing Palace is our native Goryeo sect, and it still has blood. You will pass the order to lift the ban on the Blood Killing Palace in a while, and hope that they can cheer up again."

Shuiyun Dazong frowned. Although Zebei Rongzhi was just a small shrimp, it was beyond his expectation that he would fight to this extent with the opponent.

He whispered: "Tell the people below to pay attention to this kind of fighting style that will kill each other. After all, we have a limited number of people, and this kind of fighting style is not good for us."

After the people below nodded, they saw a tall Japanese man jumping onto the ring. This guy was called Itakura Daijiro, a master of judo.

He said loudly, "I don't use weapons, so opponents who use weapons don't need to come up. If you don't have a master of fists and feet in Goryeo, it's okay to use weapons."

Before he finished speaking, this guy jumped up from under the ring. This guy was in sharp contrast to him and looked relatively thin.

This guy said loudly, "You really underestimate us Goryeo people. Today I will beat you with fists and feet. My name is Park Min. Don't forget to tell the King of Hell when you go to another underworld."

Park Min was obviously a speed master. He kept circling around Itakura Daijiro, punching and kicking from time to time, making the other party grimacing in pain.

Itakura Daijiro failed to catch him several times, which made the other party very angry. He suddenly gritted his teeth and took two punches from the other party and grabbed the other party's arm.

He used the cross lock from judo and broke his arm in one go. When the opponent screamed, he used judo moves one after another to break the opponent's bones all over his body, and finally broke his neck and threw him off the stage.

Itakura Daijiro shouted angrily: "Do you think you can deal with me by jumping around like a monkey? Our Japanese judo is the most powerful skill in the world."

"What are you talking about? Let your grandfather An Yunlong tell you that Taekwondo is the most powerful kung fu in the world."

A young man flew onto the ring. An Yunlong was well-known in Goryeo. He was known for his legs being more flexible than his hands and was a master of Taekwondo.

Itakura Daijiro waved his hand disdainfully and said, "I hope you can jump faster than the monkey just now. Don't let me catch you, otherwise I will tear you in half."

An Yunlong roared, and rushed up with a flash. He kicked three times in a row, each of which was as fast as lightning and full of power.

As a judo master, Itakura Daijiro's training is to catch all kinds of enemies in his hands. He immediately protected his hands and then grabbed one hand like lightning.

He grabbed it very smoothly and caught one of the opponent's feet at once, but the opponent took advantage of his strength and kicked him on the head.

He stepped back two steps, but he did not let go of this hand. He rolled it down hard and smashed the opponent to the ground, and then grabbed the opponent's other foot with his other hand.

The whole person spun like a gyroscope, then squeezed it hard, and then lifted it up, and rolled his body sideways, completely pressing the opponent under him.

Then he clamped his legs around the opponent's neck and twisted it hard. With a snap, An Yunlong's neck was broken. Unexpectedly, this Taekwondo master couldn't even get past the opponent's three moves.

This bloody start scared the people below, and no one came on stage for a while.