He was young and strong, and could easily kill a cow.
The key is...hehe!"
Ling Tianmiao didn't say any more and looked at Yang Haoran and laughed.
The key is that the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, so it can withstand beatings.
Even though Yang Haoran's current cultivation level is not as good as his, he is only at the tenth level of Qi refining stage.
But with extraordinary talent, mysterious jade bones, and a bunch of messy skills, even those at the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Stage might not be able to kill him.
Mo Linhua was stunned and a little unbelievable.
Look at Ling Tianmiao and then at Yang Haoran.
"My special envoy, you have a special status, so you must think twice before you act."
Yang Haoran said: "In front of you, I am the special envoy of the country.
But this time when I went to Nigeria, I was just a practitioner representing China.
What you have to do is to defend your position and prevent you from taking advantage of it.
As long as the war situation between the two countries does not change, the Nigerian authorities will not dare to act rashly."
Mo Linhua immediately had deep respect for Yang Haoran.
Suddenly I felt ashamed of my previous misunderstanding of Yang Haoran.
I wish I could slap myself in the face, how many inexperienced people would question such a good person like Yang Haoran!
Yang Haoran finally took Ling Tianmiao and the others together and set off for Nigeria.
Katherine and Ge Ling also followed.
After all, the two of them are not weak. Even if someone wants to target them, it is impossible to please them.
And the four of them drove to Gyeonggi-do in a swaggering manner.
Before departure, a press conference was even held as a response to the Nigerian side.
Don’t you want it to be known all over the world? Then let’s fulfill your wish.
Let the people of the world also see that Chinese practitioners are not afraid of all challenges.
A secret conspiracy was turned into a public conspiracy.
In this way, the Nigerian authorities have also been put in a circle of shackles.
Let them not dare to act rashly.
When Yang Haoran and the others go to Nigeria this time, they can be regarded as opponents by Oda Takeo.
But if the Nigerian authorities want to play any conspiracy, they must also consider the impact and China's subsequent retaliation.
This surprised the Nigerian authorities.
Mayiye frowned and paced back and forth.
“I didn’t expect that the Chinese side would be so forthcoming and actually want to turn against foreigners.
Don’t they still have a trump card?”
Yokono Shizo sneered: "Sir, there is no need to worry.
According to intelligence, there are four people coming to Nigeria this time.
The most powerful one here is the bald practitioner who killed Linxia Jisaburo.
The rest were two women and a so-called special envoy of the king.
It’s not that they have any trump cards, they’re just blindly arrogant.
I really thought I could defeat the Half-Saint Rinka Jisaburo, so I didn't take Oda Takeo seriously.
I’m sure that when we fight with Takeo Oda, Takeo Oda will kill them effortlessly!”
Mayi Yezhi's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.
"What you said makes sense. Tell our people that there should be no obstruction to their group.
Let Oda Takeo kill them openly.
Inform all Nigerian media to pay close attention to this incident and increase exposure."
Yokono Shisan stood up straight: "I understand, I'll make arrangements right away."
There has not been such a strict formation in Zhusheng Dojo for many years.
It was rare for the martial saint Oda Takeo to publicly instruct his disciples in their practice, which made everyone cherish him and feel extremely excited at the same time.
"Master, there is new news from China.
The Chinese man who killed the senior brother has already driven over.
And he held a press conference before coming and made a lot of nonsense!"
Oda Takeo looked at the disciple with gloomy eyes.
"Why is he talking so wildly?"
"He said..."
The disciple hesitated a little, frowned, and looked very nervous.
Oda Takeo narrowed his eyes: "But it doesn't matter, what is there to hesitate about?"
The disciple agreed in fear and lowered his head.
"They say that martial arts in Nigeria are worthless, and the martial arts saints are even talking about themselves.
They are here to expose this lie this time."
Oda Takeo's pupils shrank, and there was a creaking sound under his feet.
He actually stepped on the hard marble floor and left a footprint.
"Arrogance! Damn the Chinese people, I will make them wake up!"
The Nigerian media all followed up, and the front page headlines of all media were reports about this martial arts battle.
The name Wusheng Oda Takeo, who has been silent for many years, has become well-known due to popular science in many media.
Moreover, under the deliberate control of the Nigerian authorities, Oda Takeo was portrayed as a Nigerian hero.
Coupled with the subsequent media exaggeration, Oda Takeo is now regarded as the patron saint of Nigeria's dignity in the hearts of ordinary Nigerians.
As for this martial arts battle, the Nigerians also gave it a name that they thought was superior - The Return of the Peak Powerful One.
As for Oda Takeo's opponents, they were not taken seriously by the Nigerian media at all.
At this time, the hearts of Nigerian people already regarded Oda Takeo as a god-like figure.
No one can provoke him.
If so, it's a dead end.
According to reports in the Nigerian media, Yang Haoran and others came to apologize with death, and there was no suspense.
As soon as Yang Haoran and the others arrived in Gyeonggi Province, they were surrounded by several black cars.
Looking at the vigorously moving men in suits walking out of the car, Yang Haoran chuckled.
“The Nigerian authorities responded really quickly!
Are they here to demonstrate? They are afraid that we will look down on them, so they came here specifically to increase their presence."
Ling Tianmiao looked around and found that there were no masters.
He immediately burst into laughter and said, "If Mr. Yang doesn't like them, I will blow them all away."
"Forget it, there's no need to get serious with these people, get out of the car."
Yang Haoran got out of the car, and a Nigerian man in his forties walked towards him.
"You are the special envoy of the Chinese State, right?
I admire your courage and dare to die!"
Yang Haoran smiled playfully: "What? Are you here to cause trouble for us?"
The Nigerian smiled contemptuously: "I won't trouble the dead!"
Before he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly tightened.
He saw that Yang Haoran had disappeared on the spot, and a dark shadow flashed in front of his eyes.
With a bang, the Nigerian was punched hard in the face.
They didn't even make a cry and fell straight down.
Only a thud was heard, and the Nigerian man fell on his back and dropped a Qixunsu.
"If you don't speak properly, I will make you a dead person now!"
The Nigerians around him had already swarmed up, looking ferocious.
There was no need for Yang Haoran to do anything. The three of them, Ling Tianmiao, were like lightning, using their hands and feet at the same time.