"What, Commander Li wants to compete with the monk?”
At this time, the brothers of the national army who came out of the prison later widened their eyes and looked at the calm Li Yunlong and the monk who was rolling up his sleeves and rubbing his fists in disbelief.
Most of these people were brothers from the 87th Division. Who didn't know that Wei Dayong, a monk from Shaolin Temple, was good at martial arts?
However, Li Yunlong was different. Although Li Yunlong was also 1.8 meters tall, he was obviously a head shorter when he stood next to the 1.9-meter tall Tyrant. Moreover, Tyrant had explosive muscles. On such a cold day, he only had a f * cking shirt and a tattered coat, but he felt cold at all. From this, it could be seen how good his physique was.
On the other hand, although Li Yun Long's body wasn't thin, anyone would think that his combat strength was definitely inferior to Tyrant's.
However, the most unbelievable thing was that Li Yun Long had told the monk to only deal with two of them, while he himself had to deal with four.
Everyone respected Li Yunlong because he had not only defeated the Sakata United Team, but he had also saved everyone's lives today and helped them vent their pent-up anger.
However, these were two different things. Everyone, including Zhang Dabiao, Pan Yuluo, and Ma Tianming, who were Li Yunlong's old subordinates, thought that Li Yunlong was being arrogant and overestimating himself.
Li Yunlong didn't care about the strange looks from these people. He glanced at the monk who was rubbing his fists and then turned his head to the six Japanese agents who had already come out.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful sneer." Japanese, put down your guns. Then, according to the rules of the game you played before, all six of you can use knives, including your samurai swords!”
"How is it? Us Chinese men are much more generous than you Japanese. Just now, you only allowed my brothers to use short knives!”
"Baka, you insulted the warriors of our Great Japan Empire. I want to fight you one-on-one!”San Qian, who was the leader of the remaining six Japanese soldiers, stood up and shouted at Li Yunlong.
"Duel? Hahahaha!"
" Hahaha!" Li Yunlong threw his head back and burst into laughter." That's the funniest and most childish thing I've ever heard!”
"You want to fight me one-on-one?" he shouted coldly. You're not qualified at all!"
"You…"
San Qian's face turned red from Li Yunlong's arrogant words. He pointed at Li Yunlong angrily and was speechless.
"Japanese, stop trying to stall for time. Hurry up and get ready. I'll only give you ten seconds!”Li Yun Long shouted coldly.
San Qian also knew that he was no match for Li Yunlong in a one-on-one fight. Now that he was going downhill, he did not say anything. He turned around and gave a look to his companions behind him. Then, he pulled out the samurai sword that Amuro Nara had given him for safekeeping.
"Clang!"
The crisp sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed resounded throughout the entire area. A silver light flashed, and a treasured saber that was as clear as a spring but emitted waves of coldness appeared in front of everyone.
"Good saber!"
Zhang Dabiao, who was from the 29th Division's broadsword team, was an expert in sabers. When he saw this cold saber, he immediately exclaimed.
"Zhang Dabiao, is this a good saber?"
Li Yunlong, who was a slacker, didn't know much about swords. Although his opponent's sword was indeed dazzling, he couldn't tell what was good about it.
"Good blade, Leader. I'm sure this blade can cut through iron like mud!”Zhang Dabiao stared at the knife and said excitedly.
"Haha, good. Although it's a Japanese sword, since it's a treasured sword, it's mine. Good things must belong to me!”
Li Yunlong laughed arrogantly as if the saber was already in his hands. He did not take San Qian seriously at all.
"As the saying goes, a good sword deserves a hero. You, a coward, don't deserve such a precious sword!”
"Baka, stupid Chinese pig, die, die!”
After being humiliated by Li Yunlong again and again, San Qian couldn't hold it in anymore. He screamed and raised his blade high, charging at Li Yunlong like a madman.
"Good!"
Before Li Yunlong could move, the monk shouted. He stopped in his tracks and was about to rush towards San Qian.
However, just as he took a step forward, he suddenly felt as if his right arm was clamped by an iron pliers. Before he could react, he suddenly felt a force that he could not resist. He could not help but take three steps back.
Li Yun Long's voice sounded in his ears almost at the same time,""I know that you won't follow the rules, you thieving monk. We agreed that you'll take 20 and I'll take 40. They're not girls, so why are you snatching!”
"I…"
"Ah…"
The monk stopped in his tracks with great difficulty. Just as he was about to say a word, the figure in front of him suddenly swayed, followed by a shrill scream.
"Bang!"
Before anyone could react, a loud sound of a heavy object hitting the ground was heard.
"Thieving monk, you were the one who didn't follow the rules first. Now, don't blame me, hahahaha!”
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