"Useless sick man of East Asia, useless Chinese people..."
The three sumos laughed.
Huang Yunguo was anxious and ashamed, and kicked up his feet.
This sumo looked clumsy because of his obesity, but his movements were not clumsy at all. When Huang Yunguo's foot was about to kick, the elephant's foot stretched out and was about to kick Huang Yunguo's foot...
If this kick hits Huang Yunguo, his bones will definitely be broken.
Yang Zimei moved his fingers, and the copper coin in his hand that he had just paid for water in the canteen bounced out and hit the sumo's kicked leg.
Sumo's legs went numb and he was unable to kick out.
Huang Yunguo also took the opportunity to kick him hard on the calf...
Although his strength was not great, he still kicked Sumo painfully.
The sumo croaked and screamed, and punched out to hit Huang Yunguo in the face.
Yang Zimei flashed in front of the sumo like a phantom, and bumped into the sumo's big hammer-like fist.
Click!
There was only a sound of bones breaking.
The hearts of the onlookers also sank, and they covered their eyes, unable to bear to see such a beautiful and delicate girl being crushed with her fists.
However, then they heard a scream that sounded like a slaughtered pig, not from the girl, but from the sumo wrestler.
The sumo took a few steps back, shaking his hands with pain on his face.
As for the girl who suddenly appeared, her face remained unchanged and she stood calmly aside. There was nothing unusual about her white and slender little hands.
Everyone looked at her in surprise.
Could it be that she broke someone's sumo wrestling fist?
Huang Yunguo recognized her and his eyes widened, "Is that you?"
Yang Zimei nodded, "Go out and let me challenge them!"
"Can you do it? They are not ordinary people."
Although Huang Yunguo had seen her amazing skills, he knew that she had certain abilities.
However, these three great sumo wrestlers are no ordinary people.
Yang Zimei is not as thick as someone else's leg, can he knock someone down?
What's more, he had just experienced the power of sumo wrestling. They had trained all the fat in their bodies into extraordinary weapons.
"Don't worry. Even though they are big, I am confident that they can pull off a huge amount of weight. You can just watch the fun."
Yang Zimei pushed Huang Yunguo out of the circle.
The onlookers heard their conversation and began to talk in surprise:
"Oh my god, isn't it? She wants to challenge these three big sumos?"
"It's so incredible that one of her legs can knock her down."
"Such a beautiful little girl, but don't let this nasty fat Japanese pig ruin her."
…
At this time, the sumo whose fist was shattered by her punch reacted and rushed towards Yang Zimei with an angry cry, "Baga! You big flower girl, I'm going to kill you..."
"If you can kill me, then let's talk!"
A sarcastic sneer appeared on the corners of Yang Zimei's pink lips, "You'd better go back to Japan as soon as possible! Don't embarrass yourself in our Chinese territory like a fat pig."
"Baga!"
The sumo wrestler named Fujita Ichiro roared angrily, stretched out his uninjured hand, and grabbed Yang Zimei's shoulder.
His grip was fast and hard, combined with the essence of judo. Even if a tiger was running past, he could catch it and throw it away.
However, his attempt failed...
Yang Zimei stepped behind him at some point, stretched out her fingers slightly, and poked his back...