Soon everyone came to the pavilion. The pavilion was large, with a size of several hundred square meters, enough for a competition.

There are wooden chairs all around the pavilion for people to enjoy the shade and rest. Now, the bosses are sitting on the wooden chairs and surrounding them against the pavilion. The two sides who are fighting will be under the noses of the bosses.

"Okay, everyone, now I officially announced that the challenge can begin!" Sharjah said loudly with red light on his face.

This old man has been in business for so long, but he has never been as happy as he is now. He can watch the giants on the road together and dog bites dogs for free.

When Sharjah thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh happily.

With the announcement from Sharjah, the atmosphere at the scene seemed to become a little intense in an instant. The bosses looked around hostilely, and the air was filled with electric sparks caused by the collision of eyes.

The first one to challenge is who, and who is challenged. Everyone seems to be waiting and watching, and don’t want to be the one who stands out.

"Yaxi, since no one dares to challenge the first one, let the warriors of our great Japanese kingdom come out." The vulgar Eight Ming Emperor was the first to speak, holding his head up and full of arrogance.

"Four and Five and Six Langs!"

"Hi!"

At the order of the Eight Ming Emperor, a man wearing a Japanese samurai uniform stood up suddenly.

The man was 1.7 meters tall, one head taller than the Eight Ming Emperor, with bronze skin and a bright look. When he stood there, he was as stable as Mount Tai.

This person is Siwu Liulang. In a country like Japan where everyone is short, Siwu Liulang is considered a top-notch and excellent breed. No wonder the Eight Ming Emperors have such sufficient confidence in Siwu Liulang.

"Siwu Liulang, as the number one warrior of my Great Japanese Kingdom, when you come to this strange country, you must become the well-deserved number one warrior! Show your Bushido spirit and let the people present see the power of my Great Japanese Warrior! Remember, this is the supreme honor given to you by the Emperor!"

The Eight Ming Emperor reached out and patted Siwu Liulang on the shoulder, and said to Siwu Liulang earnestly. Siwu Liulang kept standing in front of the Eight Ming Emperor with his head down, like a girl who was about to be forced to be fucked. Hearing the Eight Ming Emperor's explanation, he suddenly raised his head.

"Hi! Long live the Emperor! I will definitely not let down the Emperor's high expectations for me, and I will definitely not let down the Eight Ming Emperor's high expectations for me. Let these ordinary people truly realize the power of my great karate in Japan!"

The Eight Ming Emperor nodded in praise, as if he saw the beautiful scene where Siwu and Liulang settled everyone present.

He pointed at Cheng Hu and said confidently: "Mr. Cheng, I want to challenge you. I don't know if you have the courage to accept the challenge of my No. 1 Warrior in Japan."

The Eight Ming Emperor wants to challenge Cheng Hu, but the result is not beyond the expectations of the bosses. After all, this guy is an outsider who is inserted into it.

Furthermore, Young Master Zhang scolded the Eight Ming Emperor so bloody that he made the Eight Ming Emperor lose all his face. The Eight Ming Emperor will definitely avenge this one-point revenge.

"How is it, Zhang Tian, ​​do you have the confidence to beat this warrior?" Cheng Hu did not answer the words of the Eight Ming Emperor, but turned his head to look at Zhang Tian and asked in a low voice.

Zhang Tian couldn't help but give Cheng Hu a blank look and said, "Brother Hu, this Japanese man is worthy of being called a Warrior?"

Cheng Hu then said loudly: "Eight Ming Emperors, since you want to give me a hundred diamonds, why should I refuse? I officially accept your challenge. But I want to remind you first, when your warrior commits suicide by separatism, you can't be here, so as not to dirty this beautiful place."

"Baga! You stupid guy, you actually underestimated me!" The Ba Ming Emperor was so angry that he jumped up and cursed, pointing at Cheng Hu with his beard and stared at him, "My warriors in the Great Japanese Kingdom will not fail!"

At this time, Young Master Zhang walked out and came to the center of the pavilion. The four, five and six red man stared at Young Master Zhang with a fierce look on his face, and also walked into the center of the clogs.

"I am from Shenzhou. I, Siwu and Liulang, have been learning karate since I was a child. I studied karate master Qiba and Jiujiro. I am 34 years old this year. I have been studying for twenty-two years. I am the strength of the eighth karate department! As my first opponent, you should feel honored!"

The head of Siwu and Liulang was raised high, not because he was looking up at Mr. Zhang, but because he was really short.

However, this did not prevent Siwu and Liulang from making generous speeches. He continued to splash his saliva, "But don't worry, as long as you realize the power of my Great Japanese Karate and admit that your martial arts in China are not as good as our Great Japanese Karate, I will show mercy."

When Mr. Zhang heard this, he shrugged indifferently and said, "Japanese, I have been eating, drinking, gambling, peeing and mud since I was a child. I have been playing and playing. By the way, I also watch the A-share films of your Great Japan, which are a genuine second-generation ancestor.

By the way, the film you made is really wonderful. I have always wanted to find an opportunity to apologize to you personally, but I didn’t have the chance. Now, the opportunity has finally come.

I want to thank you in person. Thank you for your selfless dedication to yourself and serving all mankind. I admire your spirit. For this reason, I will also show mercy."

"Baga is on the road!" Siwu Liulang was angry when he heard this and shouted loudly, "You dare to speak rudely to my Great Japanese warriors. I will teach you a lesson!"

Whoosh!

After saying that, Siwu Liulang kicked hard on the ground, and a tiger jumped into the air, and his right foot kicked hard at Young Master Zhang's heart like an iron hammer.

The force of the kick was so powerful that it actually caused a whistling sound of breaking through the air. The speed was so fast that everyone present was dazzled. This master of the eighth karate stage was really not a big deal.

Seeing this kick, Master Zhang couldn't help but sneer. Since he was reborn, he had fought with many masters. The only one who injured him, Mr. Qi, the killer crab, and the red-haired young man in the dark group, each of them was better than this guy.

This guy is too weak, like an ant, vulnerable. Mr. Zhang originally wanted to abuse Siwuliulang, but now he saw that he had no idea.

His feet did not move, his body tilted slightly, and an incredible twist appeared in the torso. Mr. Zhang easily avoided Siwu Liulang's fierce leg.

Click!

Siwu Liulang failed to hit the kick and fucked the wooden chair next to him. The wooden chair was hit hard and was kicked by Siwu Liulang in an instant, and the broken wooden strips splashed, which shocked the boss around him.

The bosses are not experts, so naturally they can't tell who wins and loses, especially when Mr. Zhang avoids, he is very good at evading. Four, five and six Lang's feet are simply scratching against his clothes.

Everyone looked like they were kicked, and with a visually direct feeling, the rumbling sounded and suddenly broke the wood, but it made the four, five and six more shocking and more powerful. This Japanese guy was not vague at his hands.

"Hahaha! Did you see it? This is the power of my great Japanese warrior!" The Eight Ming Emperor couldn't help but laugh proudly.

Siwu Liulang suddenly turned around, glared at Master Zhang, and shouted: "Cowardly Chinese, why don't you dare to take the call? Are you afraid! Do you have no courage to resist in the face of the attack of my great Japanese warriors?"
Chapter completed!