In the square outside the reception area, all the live footage was transmitted live by major media.
Each on-site reporter was full of enthusiasm, reporting on this major event that only happens once in a century.
Many Nigerian people even pulled banners in many places.
Raised high, it is extremely conspicuous.
There was a young and beautiful female reporter walking around the square with a photographer behind her.
"Look here, everyone, these are banners pulled spontaneously by our enthusiastic people.
From the content of the banner, we can feel full of confidence and great national pride.
Now let’s interview the person involved!”
The beautiful reporter walked towards the crowd under the banner.
The large red characters on the banner are very conspicuous, like flowing blood.
It reads: The return of the Martial Saint King is unstoppable.
There are many similar banners around, all of which praise Oda Takeo and scorn Yang Haoran.
"Hello sir, where are you from? When did you arrive?"
A young man in his forties looked a little pudgy, with a red cloth tied on his forehead.
It has the words "Must Win" embroidered in black on it.
"Hello everyone."
The young man said hello in front of the camera.
"My name is Hengjing Chusan, and I come from Liujiang Road, one hundred and thirty kilometers away.
After getting the news, I made a banner as soon as possible, then took my friends and drove here overnight.
Probably around three o'clock in the morning."
The beautiful reporter showed a surprised expression.
"You came so early! May I ask why you came here so enthusiastically, and what are your thoughts and feelings now?
Do you want to share it with your friends in front of the screen?"
The junior high school student in Hengjing faced the camera and made a fist pumping gesture.
"This is not an ordinary competition, but involves a contest between the two countries.
As a Nigerian, how can I remain indifferent?
Although I can't do anything, I still have to express my basic attitude!
As for my mood, of course I am very excited and can’t wait to experience the style of Lord Martial Saint.”
The beautiful reporter kept nodding her head.
“What you said is so good, you are simply a role model for the Nigerian people.
So what do you think of the upcoming competition?
Can you tell everyone about the scenario you envision?"
The third grade student in Hengjing looked proud and snorted coldly.
"Before coming here, I learned about the whole thing in detail, so I still have a certain say.
This time, the person who wants to challenge Lord Martial Saint is the most powerful practitioner in China, who represents the strongest strength in China.
But I am full of respect and confidence in Master Wu Sheng.
He would definitely teach the strongest man in China a lesson, and even kill him easily.
We need to make those Chinese people clearly realize that Nigeria is a great country.
Ni's martial arts are number one in the world, and Master Wusheng is even number one in the world.
I am honored to witness this moment of glory for Nigeria, and I am proud to be a Nigerian.
From today on, people all over the world will understand that Nigeria’s martial arts is unstoppable!”
As Hengjing Chusan waved his arms, cheers echoed around him.
Soon, the crowded crowd suddenly became confused.
And he quickly took the initiative to give way.
"Look, that's Lord Mayi Ye Nao, he's actually here in person!"
"It's not just Mai Nao-sama, that's General Yokono Shizo."
"The two giants coming together show how seriously they attach importance to this battle."
"Nigeria will surely win, it will be invincible!"
Loud cheers rang out from the crowd, and everyone was excited.
Mai Ye Nao and Yokono Shizo came hand in hand, accompanied by members of the escort team.
The two people walked to the open space and waved to the Nigerian people on all sides.
There was a burst of cheers immediately, and the atmosphere reached its peak.
Mayiye pressed her hand down to signal the people around her to quiet down.
The chaotic sounds stopped suddenly, but everyone's expression looked very excited.
Mayi Yezhi had a stern face and maintained a majestic demeanor.
After glancing around, a loud voice came from his mouth.
"Welcome everyone to come and witness the glorious moment belonging to Nigeria!"
Thunderous applause and cheers suddenly erupted from all around.
"For reasons known to all, we have had some unpleasant incidents with neighboring countries.
That is a shame for Nigeria and a pain in the hearts of all Nigerians.
I have to admit that Nigeria is still very deficient, but we are not weak.
Especially in martial arts, we will always be the strongest!
Just like our martial saint Mr. Takeo Oda, he is a peerless strong man who is close to a god.
If someone dares to provoke him, he will respond with the strongest attitude.
It also tells each of us that we must have confidence in ourselves and our country.
There is still a short time before noon, so let us wait and see, witness the glory of Nigeria together, and cheer!"
The cheers were deafening, and everyone's expressions were full of passion.
Mai Ye Nao and Yokono Shizo looked at each other and showed satisfied smiles.
This was the result they originally wanted, and it was an unexpected success.
What we have to wait for now is for the Martial Saint Oda Takeo to come and defeat Yang Haoran with overwhelming force.
Yang Haoran in the reception desk was speechless and quite unhappy.
"A bunch of crazy guys are quite arrogant."
Ge Ling blinked: "Yang Haoran, when are we going out?"
Yang Haoran chuckled: "Is Oda Takeo here?"
Ge Ling shook her head: "Not coming."
"He hasn't come yet, what are we going to do?
Don’t you know that the stronger the person, the more likely he is to appear last?
When that guy arrives, it won't be too late for us to show up again, so we must pay attention to our identity."
Katherine turned her head and looked outside, and shrugged.
"Listen, are those Nigerians outside cursing others?"
It is indeed a curse, and it is also very unpleasant.
“You ungrateful Huaguo pig, why don’t you get out?
Are you afraid of death? Are you cowardly?"
"Are you intimidated by Lord Martial Saint's reputation?
Now come out and prepare to kneel down to greet Lord Martial Saint, maybe the tolerant Lord Martial Saint will give you a decent way to die."
"Chinese people have always been cowardly and incompetent, they are just good at talking.
But they don’t have the corresponding capabilities at all, and they are simply a disgraceful nation!”
"Haha, their women can't be satisfied because Chinese men are not manly enough!"
Not only were there shouts and curses, but many people also threw rotten eggs and rotten fruits and vegetables into the reception yard.
In a short time, the small courtyard of the reception area was turned into a messy garbage dump.
All kinds of yelling and cursing continued, and the more they were cursed, the harder it was to hear.
