Yang Zimei did not dodge, but raised his fist to collide with him...
"ah--"
Sumo felt as if his fist had been stabbed hard by a needle. He screamed and took a few steps back, only to find that his fist felt as if he had been given an anesthesia injection and could not move.
"You... are despicable, using a hidden weapon!" He yelled at Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei smiled, twisting a shining silver needle on his finger, pretending to be innocent, "Did you say you are not allowed to use concealed weapons? I guess not. But, am I considered a concealed weapon? That's just my help.
The patient is only treated with silver needles for acupuncture.”
"Baga, go to hell!"
The sumo jumped towards her again angrily...
When he was about to pounce in front of her, Yang Zimei stretched out her right foot and gave it a slight kick...
Plop!
There was a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
The big sumo fell to the ground in an unsightly manner, just like a dog pouncing on its food.
Yang Zimei raised his foot again and stepped on his fat back, suppressing him unable to move.
Seeing her knocking the three huge sumos to the ground easily, Huang Yunguo clapped his hands excitedly and shouted, "Long live China, long live Yang Zimei!"
"Long live! Long live!"
Defeating the arrogant Japanese sumo wrestlers gave the Chinese people a sigh of relief. Other onlookers also shouted excitedly, filled with some kind of national emotion.
Yang Zimei didn't have strong national sentiments. She was just curious about whether the sinister energy she had just popped up would bounce back.
She removed her foot from the sumo's back and gave him a hard hook on the side, kicking his three to four hundred kilogram body over with his chest facing upwards.
She discovered that there was a five-pointed star ornament hanging on the sumo's chest.
When I opened my heavenly eye, I saw that there was indeed a strong auspicious aura on the ornament.
This auspicious energy was in the shape of a five-pointed star, protecting his whole person.
This is the third time I’ve seen a pentagram!
Yang Zimei stretched out his hand and pulled the five-pointed star ornament into his hand.
"Baga, you robber, give me back my things..."
The sumo shouted angrily.
Yang Zimei was too lazy to pay attention to him and walked over to another sumo who was kicked in the neck by her and was now lying on the ground.
As expected, this sumo also had the same five-pointed star ornament hanging on it, so she pulled it off and held it in her hand.
Because of Sadako, she began to have a strong interest in Onmyojitsu, but had no way to start studying it.
The master refused to tell her, and she could find very little relevant information.
Now, this ornament also contains the weird onmyoji, and she will naturally not let it go.
"If you lose, these two things will belong to me, and then immediately get out of our country of China and go back to your little Japan!"
Yang Zimei sneered, relieved Fujita Ichiro's evil spirit, and turned around to leave.
The other onlookers were extremely disgusted and threw things at the three sumos, shouting at them to get away.
The three sumo wrestlers managed to get up from the ground and returned to their original hotel in despair.
"Inoue, we were beaten and insulted, and our precious things were taken away. What should we do?" asked the sumo from Taiyuan after being kicked in the wrong neck.
"Baga, of course you have to take revenge! You stinky girl! I must capture her back to our Empire of Japan, and then let her make AV movies, Baga!"
The Sumo named Inoue, whose fist was pricked by Yang Zimei's needle and still hasn't returned to normal, cursed with an angry look on his face.