Fujiki only raised a slight sneer, and he didn't care about Wang Geng at all.

"Little devil, look at my iron fist." Wang Geng swung his iron fist and attacked Fujiki with one lunge.

Call!

Suddenly, the fist wind roared.

An iron fist went straight to Fujiki's head.

Syllable!

Just as the fist landed in front of Fujiki, Wang Geng's fist was instantly grabbed, making him motionless.

Wang Geng's brows furrowed, and he wanted to withdraw his fist, but he couldn't take it back.

Click!

Fujiki suddenly exerted his strength, and grabbed Wang Geng's iron fist loudly.

Wang Geng's brows furrowed, what kind of monster is this guy, and his power is so huge?

Wang Geng saw that he couldn't take his fist back, so he kicked Fujiki directly in the head.

Syllable!

Fujiki gently waved his hand to block Wang Geng's side kick.

Wang Geng didn't expect that his continuous attacks had no effect, which surprised him very much.

Fujiki didn't want to waste time on this so-called little prince with an iron fist, so he suddenly burst out of power and slashed at Wang Geng with a knife.

Burst!

Wang Geng was caught with one hand, and he couldn't dodge at all, so he directly ate the heavy blow of the hand knife, and a mouthful of blood splattered.

Boom!

Fujimu attacked continuously, and at once he knocked Wang Geng three or four meters away, and fell heavily to the ground, fiery red blood splashed, and Wang Geng fell to the ground motionless.

The onlookers were trying to cheer for Wang Geng, but when they saw the scene in front of them, the words of cheering came to their mouths, and they were swallowed back directly.

Everyone's eyes fell on Wang Geng, who fell to the ground, hoping that he could stand up and that he could stand up bravely.

But...... Wang Geng couldn't stand up, because he had lost the signs of life, because Fujiki's heavy blow hit him the vital point just now, and Wang Geng's heart had stopped beating the moment he fell to the ground.

......

At night.

Newspapers are flying all over Shanghai.

"The Chinese are once again the sick men of East Asia."

"Japanese karate masters have swept the Chinese martial arts world, and no one dares to accept Fujiki's battle of the dead at present, and there is still no one to take away 200,000 oceans."

"Could it be that the Chinese martial arts world is so vulnerable?"

"Who can defeat the Japanese karate master Fujiki and save the entire Chinese martial arts world?"

"Where are you, our hero? We need you to step up. ”

"Please, our hero, you come out to defeat the hateful Fujiki."

That's what all the newspapers published, but it also sold the best, because every Chinese was paying close attention to the matter, especially the people in the Shanghai martial arts alliance.

Syllable!

A man in his mid-fifties slammed the table.

"It's really too deceitful, didn't the little devil take the people of our Martial Arts Alliance seriously? How dare you challenge our entire martial arts community? This person was Li Yang, the president of the Wushu Alliance, and after he saw the newspaper, he became very angry.

"President, our Martial Arts Alliance, there have been three people who have been killed by that Fujiki, and now we are appeasing their relatives and giving them a certain pension." At this time, a director of the martial arts alliance stood up and said in a report.

"Well, this matter must be carried out, and their relatives must be appeased." Li Yang was angry, but he still needed to carry on his work.

Why?

Because the martial arts alliance needs to calm the anger and vexatious troubles of the family.

There was no way, Li Yang could only be angry, because he had already selected the elites of the three alliances to challenge Fujiki, but he was still killed.

It can only be said that the little devil is too powerful, and he is too perverted.

"President, I heard that two days ago, a young man walked into the Hongkou Dojo single-handedly and knocked all the people in the Hongkou Dojo down, and even their curator Matsushita Kawaki was beaten to death, I think now Fujiki has set up a ring and openly challenged our martial arts world, the purpose must be to attract the young man who defeated the Hongkou Dojo to appear, but now a day has passed, but I still haven't received the news of the young man's appearance, I wonder if this person has left Shanghai?" At this time, the director of another martial arts alliance said.

"Well, what you said, I've paid attention to that young man, but I don't know who that young man is? Why don't you take responsibility for the battle against the Japanese? "Less than an hour after Li Yang's accident at the Hongkou Dojo, he had already received the news.

"Yes, now our entire martial arts community is looking for him to come out, you read the newspaper publication, but I don't know where that guy is, I really hope he can come out as soon as possible to calm this fight." Another member of the board of directors responded.

"That's right, we also have to launch our own connections, and then search for Shanghai, hoping to find our heroes, let them fight, and end up with enemies." Li Yang said in direct response.

"President, we may need some money to turn around, and we will have to make the newspaper do its job to find our heroes out." A director said appliedly.

"You just have the courage to look for it, no matter how much money is spent, we are willing to spend it, money is not very important to us, the face of the martial arts world is what they value." Li Yang directly agreed with Shen.

......

Chen's shop.

Zhou Weihua is here to accompany Xiaoying.

Now there is no news from Brother Hong's side, and Zhou Weihua can only wait, so he will accompany her more when he has time, and when he returns to Hutou Mountain from Suzhou, the two will not know what to meet.

Now that I can accompany for a while, I will accompany you for a while to increase the relationship between the two.

"Wei Hua, you help bring that bag of things, I want to put the goods, do you want to learn from me?" Chen Xueying asked with a smile.

"Yes." Zhou Weihua now feels that there is nothing to do, and it is no harm to learn a little bit if he can learn a little.

"Alas, I don't know where our hero is, I really hope that he can show up to save the face of our Chinese."

"Yes, it is estimated that only the appearance of heroes can defeat the little devil and restore the face of our Chinese."

At this time, two customers entered the store and were still discussing the topic.

"Both, who is the hero I heard you talk about?" Zhou Weihua asked suspiciously.

"You don't know?" One of them looked at Zhou Weihua as if he was looking at a monster, as if all the people who didn't know about it in his eyes were monsters.

"Well, I don't know, can you tell me about it?" Zhou Weihua was in the store with Xiaoying, and he didn't go anywhere else, and he didn't even have to read the newspaper.

"Okay, it seems that you are really lagging behind, there is a little devil named Fujiki, who challenges our Chinese martial arts community, as long as he can defeat him, he can take away 200,000 oceans, and before the battle, you must sign a life and death certificate, and life and death have nothing to do with their Hongkou Dojo." One of the customers told Zhou Weihua.