Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Hokkaido, uninhabited area.

In the dense forest clearing, the mottled moonlight penetrated the dense treetops and sprinkled on a strong curly-haired man.

He was shirtless, his bronze skin glowed shiny in the cold moonlight, and every muscle bulged like a dragon.

The curly black hair danced gently with the ups and downs of his boxing movements, adding a bit of wild charm to him.

However, at this moment, there was suddenly movement in the silent jungle.

A black bear weighing more than 200 kilograms slowly walked out of the woods.

There was a hideous wound on its left cheek.

The wound looked like it was torn apart by something sharp. Although it had healed now, the skin and flesh were still turned inside out, looking extremely hideous.

It walked at a steady pace, its sturdy limbs stepping on the ground. Every step made a dull sound, as if the earth was shaking.

Its thick black fur gleamed coldly in the moonlight, like a hard suit of armor, exuding a chilling aura.

The black bear raised his head slightly and saw the curly-haired man in the open space, seeming very dissatisfied.

Because this is its territory.

It opened its bloody mouth, revealing fangs as sharp as daggers, and let out a low and terrifying roar from its throat. The sound was like thunder exploding in the forest, startling a group of birds perched on the treetops, and they flew away into the distance.

"You are the king here, right?"

The curly-haired man asked in a low voice.

The black bear narrowed its eyes slightly. Having experienced countless vicissitudes of life, it seemed that it could understand human language.

It glanced at the curly-haired man with disdain, as if to say: Another human who is looking for death. I don't know how many people like this I have killed.

It slowly stood up, making itself look even taller.

"Roar!"

The black bear roared, as if warning the curly-haired man that if he didn't leave now, he would never have another chance to leave.

But the curly-haired man seemed determined. Instead of retreating, he rushed straight towards the black bear.

A battle between man and bear is about to break out. There are no fancy moves, only the most primitive and direct collision of power.

The curly-haired man roared, and smashed his fist like a mountain into the black bear's face with a whistling sound.

The black bear seemed very disdainful. It didn't dodge, but just held its head high to take the punch from the curly-haired man.

Unexpectedly, the curly-haired man's punch was extremely powerful. With this punch, the black bear's originally fierce and ferocious face was instantly distorted and deformed, like clay hit by a sledgehammer.

Its cheek muscles suddenly caved in, and its flesh twisted under the huge impact force. The black bear's originally deep eyes now widened into a circle, full of disbelief and pain, and a muffled groan came from its throat, like a trapped beast with its neck strangled.

Immediately afterwards, a back molar flew out of its mouth, drawing a bloody arc in the air with blood foam.

The black bear's huge body swayed slightly under the impact of this huge force, and its thick hind legs bent unconsciously, almost falling to the ground.

After stabilizing its body, it roared angrily, its voice filled with rage.

It was a great shame and humiliation that the human in front of it could actually hurt it.

It raised its sturdy front paws and slapped the curly-haired man fiercely with a sharp sound. The air was distorted wherever it passed. "I don't have as high a defense as you."

The curly-haired man smiled, dodged the fatal blow by moving sideways. At the same time, he grabbed the black bear's forearm with his backhand, and using the force of its forward lunge, he threw it over his shoulder.

The black bear's body weighing more than 200 kilograms drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

It struggled to get up, but the curly-haired man did not give it the chance. He approached it, rode on its back, and smashed the black bear's head with his fists like raindrops.

The black bear naturally would not sit still and wait for death. Although it was ridden by the opponent, it used its teeth and claws to fight back frantically.

So the bear and the man started a crazy fight.

Bang!

The black bear was knocked dizzy by the punch from the curly-haired man. Its originally shiny fur was now covered with dust and blood. It twisted its body frantically, trying to throw the curly-haired man off it.

Its sturdy limbs slapped the ground randomly, splashing mud, and it leaped back and forth, even rolling on the ground.

But the curly-haired man was like a rice cake that could not be shaken off. He stuck to the bear's back tightly, and occasionally, when he saw an opportunity, he would punch the black bear twice.

His fists were like two heavy hammers, hitting the black bear's head again and again with a whistling sound.

Every punch was accompanied by the black bear's painful roar. The sound echoed in the silent forest, which was creepy.

Feeling the pain, the black bear fought back even more frantically, even doing a joint-reversing movement, scratching the curly-haired man with its claws.

The curly-haired man was not careful and got a bloody cut on his leg. The bright red blood instantly dyed his pants red.

But at this moment, the curly-haired man seemed to feel no pain. There was only endless fighting spirit in his eyes, and his fists continued to smash the black bear mercilessly.

The black bear's resistance became more and more fierce. It raised its head suddenly and used its thick neck to push back hard, trying to knock the curly-haired man away.

The curly-haired man staggered and almost fell off the black bear's back, but he quickly steadied himself, clamped his feet tightly around the black bear's abdomen, grabbed the black bear's ears with both hands, and exerted force again, pressing the black bear's head hard to the ground.

With a loud bang, the black bear's head hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust. It let out a shrill scream, and its struggle was obviously much weaker.

The curly-haired man took the opportunity to increase his strength, and his fists rained down on the black bear's face and head, with each punch carrying a tremendous force.

The black bear's nose and mouth began to bleed, and blood kept flowing down its mouth and nose. Its eyes gradually lost their former ferocity, and were replaced by fear that had not appeared in its heart for a long time.

But the curly-haired man had no intention of stopping. He had only one thought in his mind: to defeat the king of the forest.

He continued to swing his fists, hitting the black bear again and again until the black bear was completely motionless.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally the black bear could no longer withstand the violent attack. Its body collapsed to the ground, its limbs stretched weakly, and it let out a faint groan.

The curly-haired man smiled slightly, then stopped and slowly stood up.

At this time, his body was covered with scars and blood, but his eyes were shining with the light of a winner.

He walked to the position of the black bear's head and looked down at it: "Your history will become the past. There will no longer be a king of the forest here. Because I am the king here. Of course, I will not live here. Hehe!"

The curly-haired man, at this point, suddenly raised his right foot, then suddenly dropped it, and with a click, he crushed the black bear's larynx.

The black bear's eyes revealed the final despair, and a large amount of blood gushed out of its mouth.

The curly-haired man leaned over to grab the bear by the scruff of its neck and drag it away.

But he suddenly stopped what he was doing because he heard a voice coming from behind him. Although it was a very subtle voice, he still recognized it. It was two people with high martial arts skills! (End of this chapter)