Chapter 705 (1/2)
Takahashi Ichiro was angry, looked up and down at Zhao Qiang, clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, ”what a great joke. You deserve to challenge my master?”
”Whether you deserve it or not is not said by mouth, but by hand.”
”Hum! If you want to see my master, pass me first.”
Takahashi roared, suddenly jumped up high and kicked Zhao Qiang's head with a heavy whip.
”I dare to show my eyes in front of me.”
Zhao Qiang snorted and raised his hand.
Hearing a loud bang, Ichiro Takahashi was like a broken kite. Finally, he fell heavily to the ground, his blood rolled in his body, his face turned white, and spit out several mouthfuls of blood.
Seeing this scene, dozens of karate librarians around were shocked and angry. Without Takahashi's orders, all karate librarians rushed to Zhao Qiang like crazy.
”Garbage is garbage.”
Zhao Qiang smiled coldly, like a tiger out of the cage, rushed forward and punched again. Within a few minutes, he knocked dozens of karate members to the ground, all screaming and unable to get up from the ground.
”Ouch! My legs are broken.”
”It hurts me.”
“……”
Zhao Qiang glanced at Ichiro Takahashi and others and said in a deep voice, ”I don't want to repeat it again. Let your master roll out to see me.”
At this moment, no one dared not take what Zhao Qiang said to heart. Someone touched their mobile phone and made a phone call. Now only their revered master is Zhao Qiang's opponent.
No one dares to come to the extreme karate hall for a long time. If Zhao Qiang can't be cleaned up this time, who will pay attention to the extreme karate hall in the future? Those peers can drown them with a mouthful of saliva.
Zhao Qiang found a place for the old God to sit down freely.
After waiting for about half an hour, the master of karate, Yifu Watanabe, who claims to have never been defeated, came in with a gloomy face. He rushed over immediately after he got the news. He really deceived people. He has forgotten how long no one dared to challenge his majesty?
After glancing at the karate disciples lying around, Watanabe's face was a little ugly. He stamped his foot and said in a deep voice, ”it's all waste. Get up.”
No matter how painful the body was, they all stood up under the leadership of Ichiro Takahashi.
Ichiro Takahashi trotted to Ichiro Watanabe, bent over and saluted, ”master, you're finally here.”
With a flash of cold light in his eyes, Watanabe raised his hand and slapped Ichiro Takahashi: ”you've lost all my useless things. Don't say I'm Watanabe's apprentice in the future.”
”Yes, yes, I'm ashamed of you. I'll practice more frequently in the future.” Ichiro Takahashi said in a trembling voice, covering his sore cheek.
Watanabe glanced coldly at the members with their heads bowed around and said in a deep voice: ”you are not worthy to be a member of extreme karate. Now you disappear from my eyes immediately.”
Hearing this sentence, no matter how much reluctance in my heart, all karate members left dejected. At the extreme karate Museum, what Watanabe said is the imperial edict, and no one dares to disobey.