Is it tolerable or intolerable? This old guy's mouth is too vicious!
"Damn it! You old man, I'm going to beat you to death!"
Linxia Zhisaburo was furious, and all his aura was released.
Those who were close immediately felt a chill and quickly retreated.
Yokonozhi's eyes were burning and he was looking forward to it.
He didn't care who China sent to fight, even if they didn't dare to fight, their goal was still achieved.
All the cameras were focused on Linxia Jisaburo, and the hosts were all more excited than if they were on stage in person.
"Look, everyone! Mr. Linxia is about to take action!
This powerful momentum and perfect movements can only be possessed by the strong.
It can be foreseen that the guy from China will be in bad luck!"
"Ah! Incredible speed!
Our camera was unable to capture Mr. Linxia’s movements!
Invincible, no Chinese can stop Mr. Linxia!"
The Nigerian soldiers all burst into cheers, feeling their blood boiling at this moment.
The confidence they had lost before was finally regained at this moment.
"Mr. Linxia is invincible, beat that Chinese to death!"
In front of the screen at Zhu Sheng Dojo, everyone felt quite bored.
"I thought that the Chinese would at least send a similar master to fight.
I didn't expect it to be such a rubbish, it was a battle without any suspense.
I originally wanted to see Senior Brother's exquisite combat skills, but now it seems I have no chance!"
"Yes, at first glance, it is the result of an instant kill.
The bald guy from China was so frightened that he didn’t react at all until now.”
"Look, Senior Brother is using the lightning strike of the Cheetah Fist. That Chinese guy will be beaten into pieces!"
The laughter and laughter came one after another, and the image of the Chinese cultivator plummeted in an instant.
But the next moment, the hall suddenly fell silent.
Everyone looked at the big screen with their eyes wide open as if they were dumbfounded.
"How is it possible? That bald guy actually avoided it!
Even faster than Senior Brother!"
In the open space between the borders of Dahan area.
Linxia Zhisaburo was even more shocked.
He just struck with all his strength, hoping to shock the Chinese people by instantly killing Ling Tianmiao.
He could even feel his fist acting on Ling Tianmiao's body.
Shouldn't Ling Tianmiao be blown to pieces?
But why did his power suddenly lose its target, as if it was hitting the void?
Ling Tianmiao's body was only an afterimage, disappearing in front of Linxia Zhisaburo.
"Damn it! He's actually a master!"
Linxia Zhisaburo broke out in a cold sweat and immediately put away his carelessness.
He quickly reached for the sword at his waist, he had to go all out.
At this time, a sneer came from his ears.
"Boy, your speed is not good, you are just like a turtle."
Linxia Jisaburo felt his scalp numb.
Ling Tianmiao didn't know when he was behind him.
Wouldn't it be easy to kill him?
In panic, he quickly turned around and reached out to draw his sword.
However, a hand pressed down on his elbow, making it impossible for him to complete the action of drawing the sword.
Ling Tianmiao's wretched expression appeared in front of Linxia Zhisaburo.
"Children have to be obedient, why should they play with swords and swords?
The water here is too deep. You are still young and cannot grasp it.
If you hurt yourself by pulling it out, that would be bad."
Linxia Zhisaburo's face turned red from suppressing his emotions, and he ducked to the side, trying to get rid of Ling Tianmiao's control.
But Linxia Jisaburo was soon surprised.
Because no matter how fast he was, Ling Tianmiao's movements were in sync with him.
Like a shadow clinging to his body, he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.
Moreover, Ling Tianmiao's palm was always pressed against his elbow, preventing him from completing the action of drawing the sword.
Linxia Jisaburo was already sweating profusely and felt the fear of death.
He can be sure that Ling Tianmiao can kill him at any time!
He had only felt this feeling from one person, and that was his teacher Takeo Oda.
Could it be that the strength of this bald man can already be compared with his master?
Linxia Jisaburo's situation is extremely dangerous, but to outsiders it does not seem so.
To outsiders, Linxia Zhisaburo and Ling Tianmiao were jumping back and forth face to face.
The only thing I felt was that both of them were very fast, but I didn't feel that anyone had the upper hand.
On the contrary, some Nigerians praised it repeatedly.
"Mr. Linxia is worthy of being a semi-saint, what a speed!"
"What is Mr. Linxia doing now? Why can't I understand it?"
There was someone next to me with a proud face, pretending to be an expert.
"Mr. Linxia is a semi-sage in martial arts. How can he be so brilliant that ordinary people like you can see?"
The man actually took it seriously, and immediately felt a sense of panic and uneasiness.
"Sir, could you please explain something?"
Many people around looked at the seemingly experienced young martial artist with expectant eyes.
"Mr. Linxia is currently performing advanced ninjutsu - following him like a shadow.
No matter how the other party moves, he can't escape Mr. Linxia's control.
It seems to you that the two of you are just jumping around casually.
But in my opinion, it was the Chinese man whose body was completely controlled by Mr. Linxia."
Suddenly there were voices of realization all around, nodding their heads with excited expressions.
However, some people still raised questions.
"Is there any benefit to this? Wouldn't it be better and more shocking for Mr. Linxia to kill the Chinese man directly?"
"Humph, what do you know? This situation is too small!
Killing the opponent is not the best, controlling the opponent and making the opponent feel endless fear is the best.
This is called killing and killing, completely destroying the opponent's will.
If you don't believe it, just wait and see, that Chinese man will kneel down and beg for mercy soon, and live in the shadow of Mr. Linxia for the rest of his life."
There was a sound of admiration all around.
"That's it. Thank you sir for clearing up the confusion. Now I understand."
"No wonder Mr. Linxia can be called a semi-saint. This is the real big picture!"
On the opposite side of the Chinese camp, Mo Linhua looked nervous.
Looking at the leisurely and contented Yang Haoran, he couldn't help but frown.
"My lord, are you not worried at all?
Mr. Ling’s situation seems to be very dangerous!”
Yang Haoran looked surprised: "Which eye of yours saw the danger? Tell me?"
Mo Linhua pointed to the battlefield.
"Linxia Zhisaburo just made a preemptive strike, although Mr. Ling escaped by luck.
But now it is blocked by Linxia Jisaburo and cannot get rid of it at all.
I think Linxia Jisaburo is planning to take this opportunity to torture Mr. Ling.