Rural Mad Doctor

Chapter 402 A Warrior Without Martial Morality

Sure enough, Jerry suddenly let out a bear roar and delivered a powerful swing punch with the fist of a sandbag.

They arrived late but arrived early, with astonishing speed.

Ah Hu hurriedly raised his hand to block.

"Pong"

His arm couldn't block Jeremy's fist, and his own hand slammed into his own face.

He was pushed sideways and flew two or three meters away by Jeremy's fist.

Suddenly, his steps became disordered.

Jerry arrived shortly after.

A hook punch broke through Ah Hu's defenses and struck him in the chin.

Ah Hu, whose body weighs nearly 200 pounds, flew into the air.

He was already unconscious when he landed.

His entire chin was smashed.

Jerry pounced on him like a giant elephant and stomped on his stomach.

"vomit"

The unconscious Ah Hu made a sound like he was about to die, vomiting and having diarrhea, and was stomped on and curled up like a big shrimp.

Everyone heard the sound of ribs breaking.

Just seconds before, the man was full of energy, but now he was being carried off on a stretcher by two people, his fate unknown.

Jerry raised his fist and roared, "Who else? Bring it on!"

Since he doesn't ask for a break, other bosses can send someone else up.

A boss in a suit stood up:

"Don't be fooled by the foreigners' ferocity. We have a way to overcome strength with gentleness. Master Ma, didn't you say you were best at subduing a brave man? It's your turn!"

Standing next to the boss was a man in his fifties, wearing a Tang suit.

Some people recognize him as a Tai Chi master who frequently appears on television variety shows.

Unexpectedly, he was also invited.

He has performed amazing skills on variety shows.

More than twenty burly men lined up, but they couldn't budge him an inch.

With a final burst of Hunyuan power, all twenty-odd burly men collapsed to the ground.

Although Jerry is strong, he can't possibly be stronger than twenty people working together at the same time, right?

Just when everyone was pinning their hopes on this master, Master Ma suddenly bent over and clutched his stomach:

"Ouch, my stomach hurts a little, I need to go to the bathroom!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a stack of napkins and jogged toward the door.

Someone nearby pointed out, "Master Ma, the toilet is over there."

"No, no, no, I'm not used to using the public restrooms here!"

As they were talking, they ran out of the security gate.

This caused a burst of laughter in the hall.

Everyone could see that he had been scared away by this fierce-looking big guy.

He was just a fake master trying to muddy the waters, who knew he'd be risking his life today!

Upon seeing this, Jerry became even more arrogant:

"Anyone else who wants to die, I'll send them on their way!"

The sound was like thunder in mid-air, startling those nearby who quickly moved away.

They were terrified that this behemoth-like creature would suddenly go on a killing spree.

A man in black stood up.

It was Yu Haolin, one of the shortlisted candidates, who is a president from Hong Kong and mainland China.

"Since Mr. Jeremy is so eager to kill, I'll give you an opponent!"

His bodyguard brought someone over from the lounge.

Everyone looked over and saw that the newcomer was a man wearing a karate uniform and holding a samurai sword.

A white cloth band was tied around his forehead, with a vermilion "kill" character on it.

He has the build of an ordinary person and doesn't look strong at all.

He walked up to Jeremy and bowed.

"My name is Inoue Ichiro, nice to meet you!"

People from Yingguo?

It turned out that the other party was a real Japanese samurai, speaking broken Chinese.

This accent makes many people uncomfortable.

After all, this country is home to a hateful race.

He was at least two heads shorter than Jerry, and nobody thought he had a good chance.

Some people even hoped he would lose even more miserably than that Ah Hu.

Cao Erdan originally wanted to get up and meet the big guy, Jerry.

But when he saw that Yu Haolin had sent his men, he simply sat down again and continued drinking tea.

Zhen Changfu was happy to take advantage of the situation, sitting here watching the two tigers fight, and then reaping the benefits.

Both Lu Guangquan and Yu Haolin were clearly very confident in the experts they had invited.

They don't care who wants to take advantage and then fights.

Jerry looked at the short man from the island nation in front of him with disdain.

He stretched out his enormous fist: "Come on!"

Inoue Ichiro shook his head: "You've already tested your fists, how about we try weapons?"

As he spoke, he drew a samurai sword from his waist. It was four and a half feet long, much longer and heavier than an ordinary Japanese sword.

A slash cleaved through the void, leaving afterimages that flickered, accompanied by a whooshing sound like a dragon's roar.

Jeremy couldn't help but sneer and wave his arm:

"So what if you use weapons!"

The crowd gasped in surprise.

You must understand that no matter how thick your arms are, they are still just flesh and blood; how can they compare to a blade of steel?

This Jeremy is overestimating himself!

However, Cao Erdan could tell that this guy had started to circulate his energy, and streams of energy were appearing on his arm.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "I never imagined this Westerner could also practice Qi cultivation!"

Jerry's arm appeared to have doubled in size, but in reality, it was a layer of airflow swirling around it.

This guy has actually reached the level of around the fifth stage of the Dao Realm!

Inoue Ichiro laughed heartily: "Fine, you think you're indestructible and impervious to swords and spears, huh? Then let's see!"

As he spoke, he leaped up, wielding a long sword that seemed to cleave Mount Hua in two, aiming straight for Jerry's head.

Jerry crossed his arms.

He used his arm to withstand Inoue Ichiro's knife strike.

"Danglang"

The knife struck his arm, producing a metallic clanging sound.

Both of them took a step back.

A crack appeared on Jeremy's arm.

A small amount of blood then seeped out.

Jeremy was astonished.

He never imagined that his iron arms, which had traversed Europe, would be unable to withstand the samurai sword of a small island nation.

Inoue Ichiro, not one to back down, charged forward and began hacking wildly at the enemy with his sword.

Jerry dared not take the blow head-on, knowing that the shockwave could no longer stop the blade.

He retreated repeatedly, grabbing a chair to block the attack.

However, the wooden chair immediately shattered, turning into sawdust in the sharp knife.

"Wait, I need to get a weapon!"

"Hmph, now you regret it? Too late!"

Inoue Ichiro seized the opportunity and swung his knife, but Jerry raised his arm to block it.

"Click"

One of his hands was severed by a samurai sword.

"what!"

The big, black guy was terrified and exclaimed, "I'm not fighting anymore! I surrender! I surrender!"

"puff"

He was stabbed in the shoulder again.

Jerry saw that Inoue Ichiro showed no sign of stopping.

Startled, he knelt down with a thud.

"To admit defeat is a disgrace, a disgrace! I give up!"

"puff"

Ichiro Inoue ignored his opponent's words and chopped off Jerry's head with a single stroke.

Blood spurted from his neck, causing terrified screams to erupt throughout the hall.

Sun Yan snuggled into Huang Benchu's arms and noticed that Huang Benchu ​​was also trembling.

Although Inoue Ichiro won, people only felt fear towards him, not respect.

He killed someone who had already knelt down and begged for mercy; this is not the behavior of a hero.

Lu Guangquan shouted angrily:

"This is unethical! Jerry has already surrendered, yet you still tried to kill him. We don't need such a cruel person. Get out!"

Inoue Ichiro turned and stared at Lu Guangquan, approaching step by step:

"What did you say? You dare to kick me out?"

Lu Guangquan angrily retorted, "What are you doing? A mere brute like you dares to act wildly?"

Several bodyguards behind him quickly stepped forward and blocked the boss.

Inoue Ichiro didn't take these people seriously at all.

He said coldly, "Rules are always made by the strong. Now that you've lost, you have no say. If you continue to be arrogant with me, you're just asking for death!"

As he spoke, he threw a punch.