Chapter 111: Fierce and Heroic, Chinese Martial Arts
As soon as Yagyu Shokuro's words fell, those hungry wolves-like one-cut flow coaches from Japan who had been staring at Han Yu with eyes full of hatred, pounced on him.
Han Yu burst out laughing and with a cigarette still in his mouth, he suddenly disappeared like a gust of wind.
"Look, this is what real martial arts look like!" Han Yu's voice rang out in the crowd. With a single hand, he formed a Luo Han seal and caught the swift and fierce kick of a Japanese coach, quietly kicking it away with his foot.
That Japanese coach grunted and his body flew backwards, colliding with two of his companions.
Han Yu's body fell back, just in time to dodge a sneak attack by a Japanese man. Seeing him dodge, the man's reaction was not slow, and his leg, which had been sweeping with a fierce momentum, suddenly stopped and then heavily smashed down.
Han Yu's two hands pushed off the ground, and his body suddenly spun around and flew up, like a spinning top. His two feet, like two heavy hammers, struck the face of the sneak attacker.
The remaining momentum has not dissipated, and the Japanese coach who had been constantly attacking grumbled as he fell back.
It wasn't until five or six Japanese coaches were knocked down that Han Yu's spinning speed slowed down slightly. A sumo coach from Japan, who had been hiding on the side, saw an opportunity and let out a loud roar, pounced over, wrapped his arms around Han Yu's body, and then slammed him to the ground.
"Good!" Seeing Han Yu caught off guard for a moment and falling into the trap of mutual grappling, Liu Sheng couldn't help but let out a cheer.
As soon as the sound was made, Han Yu from the other side slapped his hands on Sumo's legs and suddenly swung up, with his body at a 90-degree angle to Sumo's. Then he hooked his feet, and the force that Sumo had originally used to push him down was immediately redirected back onto himself.
He only saw his clumsy body pounce forward two steps, still heavily falling to the ground, making a loud thud, as if echoing the applause of Liu Sheng's shallow grass.
A Japanese coach was stunned, clearly not expecting that his sumo wrestler, known for being as tough as nails, would lose despite having the upper hand.
And it's a defeat so sudden, so natural, so unbelievable, and yet so speechless.
The first time they found that Sumo's clumsy body and stupid brain could be used.
They were stunned, but Han Yu didn't idle around. He had come this time to kick the hall, where was the reason not to seize the opportunity and take the initiative to attack?
Moreover, the sneak attack by that sumo wrestler just now made him feel not only disgusted but also vaguely vigilant towards this meat mountain with a small braid and a red cloth wrapped in his crotch.
Although these guys are clumsy, their strength is quite considerable. If they were to grab his body again, it's likely that he would be the one to fall down.
So at the moment of success, his two feet kicked out, and after escaping from the control of those big fat hands, he borrowed a kick to land on the neck of another Japanese sumo wrestler standing beside him, like a hawk catching prey.
That sumo wrestler from Japan realized something was wrong when he charged. However, his body was really too clumsy.
A body of over 200 pounds, when charging forward, indeed gives the impression of being like a tank, making people feel that it is difficult to dodge. However, when this tank does not start moving, he even finds it hard to turn around.
How could he have anticipated Han Yu's unexpected counterattack?
So he could only let out a loud roar, stretch out his hand to grab at Han Yu's two small legs, wanting to pull him down. The other coaches from Japan also rushed over from the side.
Han Yu smiled coldly, and the cigarette in his mouth suddenly spat out. The scarlet ember fell onto the shiny little braid around Xiang Pu's bald head.
"Ah!" A shrill cry of despair escaped his lips, only to be abruptly cut off.
Because of Han Yu's fist, it had ruthlessly smashed into the temples on both sides of his ears! Double peaks pierced his ears, and it was continuous.
With a few muffled thuds, he was thrown to the ground, his mouth agape but unable to make a sound. His body was spun around in circles by Han Yu's momentum, blocking the Japanese coaches who were trying to attack, before crashing heavily to the ground.
Han Yu, however, showed no mercy and kicked him hard in the back, using the momentum to get up. While airborne, he bent his knees and wrapped his arms around the head of a Japanese coach whose eyes were filled with fear, and without giving him any chance to react, he smashed his jaw into his own knee.
Bang!
His knee was fine, but the other's chin was already shattered. A mouthful of teeth and blood flowed out from that Japanese coach's mouth. However, he still tried to fight back fiercely, Han Yu ruthlessly pushed him backwards, blocking a Japanese man in front of him, then lifted his foot and kicked violently!
He spat out a mouthful of blood, like an unturned faucet, his body bent into a shrimp shape, and he fiercely knocked back the companion behind him, and the two of them fell to the ground.
The other Japanese coaches who were still standing on the spot were suddenly frightened and didn't dare to move. Even, they didn't dare to look straight at Han Yu's gaze that swept over them. Those who had just been shouting to teach Han Yu a lesson, after witnessing such an inhuman reaction speed and super strength, became timid.
Yes, they are scared. What dignity, reputation, all are nothing, at this moment, there is nothing more important than their lives.
The first round of fierce battle ended, and it took only a short time. More than 30 coaches from Japan who participated in the siege fell down nearly half, including two sumo wrestlers.
And their opponents, however, were only lightly beaten and could be said to have escaped unscathed.
Han Yu's thumb was on his nose, and he made a Bruce Lee-style move, then said with a chuckle: "Come on, why not? The flavor of our country's martial arts isn't bad, is it?"
Yuzuki Asakusa's face was at its worst, but the students around her had an indescribable glow on their faces. They looked at Han Yu with a reverent and even fanatical gaze.
It has to be said that the Japanese are quite skilled at educating people, and these students usually admire their coaches. But now, they have been taken advantage of by Han Yu for nothing.
Who allowed these coaches to fall into Han Yu's hands, and they were defeated as easily as toys?
"Awesome, too awesome!"
"Big brother..."
"What's with the 'old master', you should call me Master, Master, just take me in!"
"Yes, I'll never say that Z country's kung fu is useless again. It's actually the Japanese kung fu that's worthless!"
In the group of students, there was an afternoon student who couldn't help but "betray" on the spot, but it didn't trigger a siege by others. Instead, it made these students seem like a burst dam, recklessly and unceremoniously going wild.
"Your Excellency is skilled! However, Yagyu Shokuro, although not talented, is willing to learn from you!" Just then, a cold and discordant voice rang out, and the surrounding noise suddenly fell silent!