When the word cruelty is used on others, the experience is completely different from when others use it on oneself.

The Japanese ambassador's fingers trembled, and he waited for a while before asking angrily: "This is murder, and you must be responsible for this."

The bald man looked a little unhappy. The lady on the side couldn't stand it anymore and said sarcastically: "Mr. Ambassador, he just treated us Chinese players like this. Why didn't you say murder then?"

"You...you..." The Japanese ambassador was speechless.

During the ring competition, Qin Hao threw Fujita Tsuyoshi's limp body off the ring, walked slowly to the Japanese players, and shouted sternly.

"Who else."

The Japanese players were shocked at first, and then a commotion broke out.

"I want to kill him for insulting our Imperial Japanese samurai."

"Stop me, I'm going to crush his intestines with my katana."

Compared to the craziness of the others, the remaining two players on the Japanese side fell into silence.

Judging from Take Fujita's fighting prowess, he must be above them. This young man easily killed Take Fujita. If they really wanted to fight, none of them would be an opponent. They still had this self-awareness.

"Use weapons, Yamamoto-kun."

"Oh? Doesn't he know how to use weapons?"

"I don't know, but I know that apart from this, we can't find any way to win if we compete with fists and kicks."

"I hope so."

Yamamoto walked to the ring with his katana in hand, cheering himself up in his heart as he walked.

"He is so young, he must have spent all his time practicing boxing and kicking, otherwise how could he be so good at boxing and kicking."

However, when Qin Hao walked to the weapon rack, took out a long spear, and danced several spear flowers, Yamamoto's face became extremely ugly.

"What kind of monster is this guy!"

The opponent looks like he is only in his early twenties. Even if he started practicing from his mother's womb, it wouldn't be so scary, right?

Are there really martial arts wizards in this world?

When things came to a head, Yamamoto had no choice but to bite the bullet. He took a deep breath and rushed towards Qin Hao with the knife in both hands.

He knew very well that in the face of long soldiers, he could only win if he got close.

As a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles, he has become more sober between life and death.

However, when he stepped into the attack range of Qin Hao's spear tip, this possibility was completely killed.

Qin Hao's marksmanship is very similar to Gong Baosen's, but more concise, and his strength is greater. The flexible gun barrel is like a poisonous dragon in his hand, twisting and turning, heading towards Yamamoto from all kinds of incredible places.

Pierce the area.

Yamamoto could only defend with his samurai sword. The five feet in front of Qin Hao was like an invisible chasm. No matter how hard Yamamoto tried, he could not take a step forward.

"ah……"

With Yamamoto's scream, the game came to an abrupt end, and the red cherry blossoms at the head of the gun were dyed more brilliantly with blood, like a blooming rose of death.

"Okay, well done boy."

"Haha, little Japan must have seen it, this is our Chinese martial arts."

“You’ve seen how powerful China is, why don’t you hurry up and go back to your hometown from Northeast China.”

For a time, the theater was filled with cheers and yells from the Chinese audience. After having been frustrated for so long, I finally had a chance to vent my anger.

"Oh, he's great. I bet he would become a household name if he came to America."

"It would be better to come to England. I can make him the most popular oriental gentleman."
Chapter completed!