"What, Commander Li wants to compete with the monk?”
At this moment, the brothers of the national army who came out of the prison later widened their eyes. They 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, standing beside the monk, who was 1.9 meters tall, Li Yunlong was obviously a head shorter. Moreover, the monk had explosive muscles. On this 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 physical fitness was.
On the other hand, although Li Yunlong's body wasn't considered thin, anyone would think that his combat strength was definitely not comparable to the monk.
However, the most unbelievable thing was that Li Yunlong actually told the monk to only deal with two of them, but he himself had to deal with four.
Although everyone respected Li Yunlong very much, because not only did he defeat the Sakata United Team, but he also saved everyone's lives today and helped everyone vent their pent-up anger for a long time.
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 Wei Nation, I want to fight you one-on-one!”San Gan, as the remaining six Japanese leaders, stood up and shouted at Li Yunlong.
"Duel? Hahahaha!"
Li Yunlong looked up at the sky and burst into laughter." This is 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 Yunlong shouted coldly.
San Qian knew that he was no match for Li Yunlong in a one-on-one fight. Now that he was going downhill, he didn't 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 to keep safe.
"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!"
As a member of the 29th Division's broadsword team, Zhang Dabiao was an expert who loved sabers and recognized sabers. When he saw this cold saber, he immediately cried out in surprise.
"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 blade and said with slight excitement.
"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. His tone was as if the knife was already in his hands. He did not care about San Gan who was holding the knife 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 Gan could no longer hold it in. With a scream, he raised his knife high with both hands and rushed towards Li Yunlong like a madman.
"Good!"
Before Li Yunlong could move, the fat monk shouted. His feet stopped and his body was about to rush towards San Gan.
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 Yunlong's voice rang 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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