Matsumoto didn't understand English at all, but even if he did, he wouldn't be affected in any way. As a master of Japanese Bushido, Matsumoto could control his mood at will.
Matsumoto wore clogs and came to the test machine. After adjusting his breathing with a hand gesture, he entered a completely ethereal state, and for a while the noise around him seemed to have left him.
I have to admit that although Little Japan's martial arts comes from China, it does have something worthy of praise. The spacious Japanese samurai uniforms, combined with the unique flute sound of the Buddhist musical instrument Shakuhachi, the combination of Zen and spirituality, the fusion of tranquility without any ripples state of mind.
A Japanese samurai who enters this state is definitely a formidable opponent. There is no life or death in his eyes, no fear, only the spirit of Bushido, which is the ultimate form of the Japanese samurai.
Matsumoto remained silent, neither shouting nor leaping into the air. He suddenly opened his eyes, stepped out with his left leg, and punched the target hard.
Everyone only saw a flash of white light, followed by a crisp sound of "pop!", and the pair of iron birch clogs under Matsumoto's feet, which were famous for their hardness, shattered.
Of course, no one present except the two Japanese samurai knew how special these clogs were, but the crazily scrolling electronic screen told them how powerful this punch was.
The final number is 612!
After seeing this number, the audience was completely silent. Even Andy, who was accustomed to seeing big scenes, was shocked. Others did not know the details of Williams, but he knew very well that Williams's weakness was speed, but in terms of attack power, except for Those S-class hunters who are not dispatched by the Bounty Hunter Association are almost unmatched. Unexpectedly, they fell into the hands of these Japanese today.
Andy felt a headache at the thought of publishing such shameful news in the Las Vegas newspapers tomorrow. He could already imagine how angry the people in Las Vegas would be tomorrow, and those prostitutes and gamblers from all over the world would be They will unscrupulously laugh at the incompetence of the American Mafia, but he cannot break his promise on this bet, otherwise the situation will only get worse.
Matsumoto took a deep breath and stepped back with an expressionless expression. Ueno Jun laughed loudly: "I hope to see a newspaper report in Las Vegas tomorrow. I have already thought of the title. It is called "Japanese Martial Arts, World No. 1" one"!"
“No. 1 in the world of shit!”
The sudden voice was particularly loud in the silent venue. Although Ueno Jun's English was not good, how could he not understand the word "shit" that the other party said?
Jun Ueno was angry. In his opinion, anyone who insulted Japanese martial arts was the same as insulting his mother. He stared gloomily at Linda who just spoke, and said word by word: "Woman, if it weren't for being in Bounty Hunter today, Association, you have become a corpse! Translate to her!"
The translator was startled by Jun Ueno, and he translated to Linda honestly.
It has to be said that Jun Ueno was threatening the wrong target this time. Linda is a master who is not afraid of anything. After listening to the translator's translation, not only was this guy not afraid, but he showed it again without hesitation. Showed a finger, and this time it was the middle finger. Showing the middle finger means something good all over the world. Moreover, Linda was afraid that Ueno Jun would not understand, so she explained: "Fuck you!"
"Okay! Very good." Ueno Junhuo pulled out his Japanese samurai sword, "I challenge you! The winner will live, the loser will die!"
"Master, calm down!" Matsumoto said hurriedly. During this trip to the United States, his superiors repeatedly told him not to cause trouble.
Although Linda likes to brag, he is still self-aware of his own strength. Although he doesn't know what level Jun Ueno is, looking at his two subordinates like animals in heat, I think the master will take care of him even if he is weaker.
It's more than enough, so Linda said very loudly: "At your level, I don't even bother to fight you. It's more than enough for me to send my men to the field!" Linda said and pushed Zhou Jian unceremoniously.
"Holy shit!" Zhou Jian was pushed forward and felt unhappy. He didn't want to be used as a weapon in such a confused way.
Linda knew she was in the wrong, so she lowered her voice and said softly to Zhou Jian: "Chinese boy, you can't just ignore them. If you defeat them, I will serve you well tonight. I can do whatever you want me to do."
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Linda said these sultry words in her delicate voice, which made Zhou Jian's heart tremble, "Hey, this Yangma is really a witch."
"Hurry up, just treat it like I'm begging you." Linda didn't know who she learned the Chinese coquettish technique from. She said as she pushed Zhou Jian with her body, and her plump breasts, which were at least a D cup, were so soft.
It pressed against Zhou Jian's back. This move was too harsh. Zhou Jian's feet went weak and he was pushed forward a big step.
Damn it, Zhou Jian is speechless. He hit 612. Can his Demon Slayer clone really hit such a high number? If he can't hit it, this person will be greatly embarrassed. This is a matter of face for the Chinese nation.
This Linda is simply harming people. No wonder the ancients said beauty is a disaster.
Zhou Jian put back on all the equipment he had taken off, including the Falling Blood, the Will-o'-the-Wisp Ring, and the few blue suits he had obtained recently through the dungeon. He tried his best to put on more powerful equipment. Today's competition is related to the ancient Chinese martial arts.
When it comes to honor, once you are forced to take action, you must not lose.
Andy also hopes that Zhou Jian can show his skills. After all, Zhou Jian can barely be regarded as a member of the Bounty Hunter Association. Although his rationality tells him that even if Zhou Jian comes from the ancient Chinese martial arts family, it is impossible for him to score more than 400 at such an age, but at any rate
There is hope, right? To say the least, even if Zhou Jian loses, there will be a fellow sufferer in the newspapers tomorrow. If Chinese Kung Fu and American Kung Fu lose together, it won't be so ugly if there is someone to share the firepower of public opinion.
So he said: "Mr. Zhou, I have long heard about the power of ancient Chinese martial arts, so I would like to take this opportunity to use it."
Although Zhou Jian didn't know what Andy had in mind, he could tell that he was trying to flatter you with his words. Damn it, I didn't offend you.
When Matsumoto saw Zhou Jian coming on the stage, he immediately took a step forward and blocked Ueno Jun behind him. Although he saw that Zhou Jian was not very strong, he was still afraid that something might happen to the young master. He said: "We in Japan are visiting the American Brotherhood this time.
It's for the sake of friendship, and the competition can promote the improvement of martial arts, but it is inevitable that the sword will be blind in the fight. Our young master was just angry for a moment. If this friend from China wants to challenge, please come to the test machine."
Before the translator finished translating, Jun Ueno snorted coldly, "Matsumoto, why are you so polite to a Chinese? We Asians have lost all face by them!"
