However, Fujino Ichiro wanted to leave, but the onlookers around him didn't let him, and many people directly blocked the road Fujino Ichiro was going to take.

Bet about betting, bet on the front, about the back.

It shows that everyone is more interested in the later appointments!

Who wins or loses in this competition doesn't matter to anyone present.

Most importantly, people want to have fun.

Now that someone wants to break the contract, everyone will naturally not agree.

"Fujino Ichiro, you are the champion of the Wakoku Karate Tournament for three consecutive years, you have a little backbone, okay!"

"Aren't you the most vassals in the spirit of bushido?

"Can't afford to lose? If that's the case, you Wa Kingdom should not participate in the World Martial Arts Championship, it's too embarrassing for us martial arts practitioners!"

……

The people surrounding Fujino Ichiro condemned Fujino Ichiro in different languages.

Ichiro Fujino faced the people in front of him, took a step back slightly, and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes. Although I couldn't understand it, listening to the tone and looking at the other party's expression, I knew that it would definitely not be a good word.

Fujino Ichiro took a step back and said in a deep voice to Ye Wenxuan, "I'm willing to pay a million dollars to make up for you." ”

As soon as the words came out, even Fujino Ichiro flashed a trace of flesh pain. A million dollars is not a small amount of money for him, but for the sake of his own face, he can't care about it now.

After all, the martial arts competition is about to start, once he comes to the stage with a bald image. That will inevitably cause confusion among the public's fans, and when the matter here gets out, it will be spread. That is definitely a devastating blow to his popularity and image of Ichiro Fujino, which Ichiro Fujino will never allow.

What's more, his goals are much more than that. His goal is to stand on the stage of the World Martial Arts Congress and shine, not just on an Asian-level stage.

Although he has lost to Ye Wenxuan now, Fujino Ichiro still does not think that he will be much worse than Ye Wenxuan. is ruthless in his eyes, if he meets him on stage, he will definitely pay a heavy price.

lowered his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of fierce light.

However, in the face of Fujino Ichiro's conditions, it is really not worth mentioning for Ye Wenxuan.

"Hehe, Mr. Fujino. I think I'm more interested in your hair than a million dollars. Ye Wenxuan replied with a faint smile on his face.

Fujino Ichiro instantly felt that the anger in his heart was a little uncontrollable, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Ye Wenxuan, you don't want to get an inch, a million dollars is already a lot, isn't it enough to just change my hair?"

Hearing Fujino Ichiro's question, Ye Wenxuan snorted coldly, and his face turned cold.

"At that time, when you asked me to call the sick man of East Asia, did you think about my embarrassment?"

"My conditions are just to embarrass you, and you want to disgrace my whole nation, who is more excessive?!"

Ye Wenxuan looked at Fujino Ichiro coldly, without a trace of pity.

Fujino Ichiro's eyes were full of tyranny, and his right fist was slowly clenched together, as if he was like a lion that might burst out at any time.

Ye Wenxuan's eyes also narrowed slightly, and he took a slight step under his feet to prevent Fujino Ichiro from jumping off the wall in a hurry.

Just when the atmosphere was a little frozen, a deep male voice came from the back of the crowd.

"Ichiro Fujino, let go of your fists. ”

This male voice seemed to have a magical power, and Ichiro Fujino, who heard the voice, immediately released his originally clenched fists, and the tyranny in his eyes also retreated.

Ye Wenxuan looked behind Fujino Ichiro and saw a middle-aged man walking in the crowd.

About thirty-two or thirteen years old, with a well-proportioned figure, no exaggerated muscles, and a streamlined figure, which is perfect.

The eyes are blazing, and the wisps of light that flash over time are not to be underestimated. With a faint hairy beard, the whole looks manly.

Wearing a burgundy shirt with an open collar, his strong chest muscles were slightly exposed, and the whole person stood there like a sharp blade in the sheath, but no one could ignore the edge underneath.

As soon as the man appeared, the people around him exclaimed.

"Miyamoto Hiroten, the man who is firmly in the first place in Wakoku's karate, ranked fourth in the last World Martial Arts Congress, is the best ranking winner in our Asia!"

"Oh my God, he's here again, this time I don't know how many he's going to get!"

"I don't know, but in the international rankings, he has always been in the top five, he has never fallen, and his strength is very stable!"

……

Ye Wenxuan looked at the man standing behind Fujino Ichiro, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Intuition told Ye Wenxuan that this person ...... It's dangerous!

There has never been a person who can give Ye Wenxuan such a feeling, even Dong Hairong is not so strong.

Hiroten Miyamoto!

This name, when he came, Ye Wenxuan had heard of it.

In an Asian competition, the last person anyone wants to meet is him!

Because of the last World Martial Arts Congress, he was a superb karate, and he beat the martial arts masters of countless countries to the test.

Miyamoto ignored the comments of the people around him, perhaps for him, it was just some fly-like noise, and it was not important at all.

Miyamoto walked up to Fujino Ichiro's side and said in a deep voice, "Did you lose?"

The voice is not loud, but it is full of majesty, as if talking to a junior.

Fujino Ichiro was originally arrogant, but when he saw Miyamoto Hiroten, he was very well-behaved and nodded stupidly.

Miyamoto Haotian nodded, and said lightly: "Since you lost, then fulfill your promise, don't let the warriors of the world feel that our Japanese warriors are untrustworthy, and don't discredit our country." ”

Although the words are very light, the will in them is very heavy and cannot be refused!

Fujino Ichiro gritted his teeth slightly, so he had to take the knife that his companion had prepared for him and began to shave his own hair.

He didn't dare to disobey Miyamoto Haotian, remembering that when he was at his peak, it was also the time when he was the most inflated.

resolutely challenged Miyamoto Haotian, but he didn't even catch the opponent's three moves, and was kicked out of the ring by the opponent and lost miserably!

That time, Ichiro Fujino clearly realized the gap between himself and the other party.

Fujino Ichiro shaved his hair in humiliation, his eyes staring at Ye Wenxuan, as if he wanted to eat him.

Miyamoto Haotian set his eyes on Ye Wenxuan, and Ye Wenxuan also set his eyes on Miyamoto Haotian.

The two looked at each other, both seeing the curiosity in each other's eyes.

"You...... Very good. With a hint of inexplicable meaning on the corner of Miyamoto's mouth, he said.

Ye Wenxuan smiled and said nothing, looking at Miyamoto Haotian, thinking about Miyamoto Haotian's surname, Ye Wenxuan suddenly thought of something in his mind.

"Are you a Songliu disciple?" Ye Wenxuan suddenly asked.

Miyamoto frowned slightly and nodded.

"Then do you know Ichiro Miyamoto?" Ye Wenxuan asked again.

Hearing this, Miyamoto Haotian frowned, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked directly into Ye Wenxuan's eyes.

After watching it for a while, Miyamoto Haotian said coldly: "My junior brother Miyamoto Ichiro was smashed by you in the gym in Huaxia?"