Chapter 84: The Great War of Izawa Tarou

  Have you been teasing for half a day? Are you all dead? Do I want you to eat dry rice? The old man's face suddenly sank.

  Apa nervously lowered his head and said: [Boss, these people are from the Eight Trigrams Society. That big guy just injured two of our brothers earlier and they're not interested in compensating for the losses. If we want to get rid of them, it's likely that we'll have to use guns. And recently, the new police chief of Dongjing City has been targeting us, so...] He saw the old man's expression had turned cold as ice, and hastily raised his right hand to make a secret gesture by his ear.

  Just as a refined man with glasses sitting in front of the slot machine was sneering and about to put his hand into his pocket, an unusual situation occurred.

  A young figure, one hand lightly placed on the back of the tall man's head, the R-country man excitedly threw a elbow strike backwards, but except for the air, he didn't hit anything. Then his head, along with his entire upper body, was lifted up irresistibly by a great force, as if in a nightmare, and then heavily pressed down again.

  BOOM!

  A loud crash, and a human-shaped hole suddenly appeared on that sturdy and beautiful dark green gambling table.

  Alright, boss, you've done a great job, it's time to show these little R countries some color. The speaker was Xu Xiangqian, and the person who took action was naturally Yang Aiqing, whom he called boss.

  Yang Ai didn't respond to Xu Xiang's words, instead he expressionlessly pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands and threw it on the ground. He then hooked a chair with his foot, stepped on it and looked at the R country person who was dazed on the ground, saying: "We Chinese have a saying, you can eat a messy meal, but you can't speak recklessly! You can scold people, but scolding Chinese is not allowed."

  After seeing that R-country person's discontented look, Yang Ai'er proudly and coldly laughed: [What, not satisfied? Not satisfied then stand up.]

  "Bah! You're looking for death!" The R-country man roared as he stood up and pounced again.

  But before he could get close, Yang Ai's beautiful high-pressure leg directly chopped onto his shoulder, that force as heavy as a thousand pounds, almost crushing the R-country man's shoulder, his legs suddenly unable to support him, softened and fell, actually kneeling on the ground, then let out a low hum.

  Yang Ai said coldly: "Now you know to kneel? You R-country people are just worthless, if we don't beat you, it's not okay."

  Next to the burly man, several R-country men followed, seeing that the opponent was so arrogant, they all moved, wanting to surround and teach Yang Aiqian a lesson.

  Yang Ai's mouth twitched and she waved her hand in front of her eyes, saying: [Not yours, no way.]

  What are you talking about? Several big men from R Country made their move at the same time.

  Just as Ah Bao was about to signal his brothers to help, the old man stopped him and said: "Let's see first, this young man is quite interesting."

  At this moment, in a one-on-three situation, Yang Aiyue's young and seemingly delicate body suddenly transformed into a fierce tiger descending the mountain. He dodged the attacks of the three men and instantly took a step forward with his left foot, forming a left bow stance. His body bent down rapidly, and his left hand's index finger, middle finger, and thumb swiftly opened up in an eagle claw shape. With incredible speed, he grabbed towards one of the men's arms. In the blink of an eye, his left hand grasped the man's arm, and then his three fingers suddenly exerted force, gathering together. A crisp cracking sound was heard, and the R-country giant's arm had already dropped down, unable to muster any strength.

  These three R country people are all ordinary people, with very limited strength, almost no strength at all. Facing Yang Aiqian, an entry-level existence, if he hadn't held back, they would have been finished off long ago.

  At the age of seventeen, Yang Ai had almost terrifying power, its root is Hunyuan Shen Gong and the ancient Buddhist scripture "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra". The Hunyuan Shen Gong is naturally mysterious and unmatched, but the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra also has an inexplicable magical power. In these days of chanting, he not only gained the mysterious power of Buddhism, but his physical body also underwent a great refinement.

  The Hunyuan Holy Body was originally a terrifying physique, and under the refinement of the Supreme Heaven Scripture in the ancient Buddha's gate, it was even more abnormal. Such a body was stronger than his own strength.

  While refining his body, Yang Aiqing also conducted a very in-depth study of the human body. He is familiar with various parts of the human body, such as joints and acupoints. Now he is very familiar with the connections between the bones of the human body. Just now, he grabbed the opponent's arm because the arm is a connecting point of the skeleton, so he can use the smallest force to instantly disable both arms of the opponent, making him lose his combat effectiveness.

  There will be a second after the first, and then a third. After the first person's arm was removed, the second and third persons followed immediately. These actions were almost completed in an instant: turning the body, bending the elbow, bowing the waist, removing the bone, all done with one breath, smooth and powerful. The three people hadn't even realized

  He came over with both arms already unloaded, and rolled on the ground like a gourd, wailing uncontrollably.

  "Ah! You... you...... what kind of person are you?" that sturdy man asked in surprise.

  Yang Ai's mouth curled up and she said loudly: [Good... I am a Huaxia person.] As soon as the words fell, two crisp claps were heard.

  "Hah! Good... a good one indeed, a true descendant of the Huaxia people. I, Taro Ikezawa, would like to learn from you." Amidst the voices, a tall and sturdy man resembling a Buddhist guardian deity pushed through the crowd and appeared before Yang Ai.

  He went in search of the sound, and Yang Ai only saw that the other party was wearing a large R-country kimono, with wooden clogs on his feet, and a shiny bald head, with sparse yellow hair growing on his face. From a distance, he looked like a degenerate gorilla, and his appearance was extremely detestable.

  I'm not worthy of the compliment, but we can still exchange blows. Yang Ai's mouth said so, but his eyes narrowed because he observed more carefully, and with one look at the opponent's aura, he knew that the opponent was no ordinary person, and should be a warrior from R country.

  Good, you have guts, not many people can say this in front of me, Tarou Izawa. This R-country great ape smiled coldly, then very elegantly placed the wooden clogs he was wearing on the ground, arranged them neatly, and clapped his palms together, as if worshiping some great god of R-country.

  Izawa Tarō! You're the best, you're our Hakkyokai's hero, hurry up and defeat that despicable Huaxia pig. Those R country people saw this scene, all of them wildly shouting.

  To think that Izawa Tarō is a famous **fist** in the Hakkyoku Association, and now someone dares to accept his challenge, and it's still an underage boy. This is clearly self-inflicted death. For these arrogant R-country people, Izawa Tarō has long been an undefeated legend in the Hakkyoku Association. An outsider, a Hong Konger, actually dared to challenge his authority, which is simply shaving Buddha's head, deliberately looking for trouble.

  In the fourth layer of the Refining Qi stage, Yang Ai saw through Izumi Taro's true strength with just one glance.

  In the midst of R country people's cheers, Iizuka Tarou turned around and gave a ferocious smile to Yang Ai: [You don't seem like someone from Huaxia City. If you die here, you won't even have a coffin.]

  Yang Ai's cold voice replied: "Don't worry about this, we Huaxia people are thicker than water. As long as there is a place with Huaxia people, no one will watch me not even have a coffin." Turning around to face the other Huaxia people in the hall, he said loudly: "Am I right?"

  One sentence sets off a thousand layers of waves!

  Yes! We support you! Where there are Chinese people, they will always help and watch out for each other. The entire stadium erupted in cheers from the Chinese fans.

  The elderly gentleman who was watching from a distance couldn't help but sigh and say: [It's been a long time since I've seen the people of Huaxia so united.]

  "Hmph! No need to say more, today I'll teach you a lesson with my fists, you ignorant little brat!" Tarou Iizuka bellowed, his voice seemingly filled with displeasure at the actions of the Chinese people.

  Those R country people also started shouting, saying: [Yasuke, beat that Huaxia kid to a pulp, let him know what the great R country is capable of, defeat him!]

  Go for it! Teach him a good lesson, kick his head off and let him know how awesome you are!

  Long live R country! Long live the Emperor! Down with him!

  A burst of loud shouting erupted in the hall, with a man from R country even removing his tie and bursting open the buttons on his shirt, shouting hoarsely while waving his fists, revealing the ugly image of a small country's inferior people. Tarou Iizuka let out a few deafening roars like a giant gorilla, then looked at Yang Aifeng with a triumphant gaze, standing in the middle of the arena. Meanwhile, Yang Aifeng had a faint smile on his lips, unbuttoning his shirt and slowly taking it off.