A few days passed quickly, and the day finally came for Zheng Daxuan to defend his title.

Colorful flags flutter outside the Jinling Gymnasium, and all kinds of propaganda slogans can be seen everywhere.

Countless people spontaneously gathered, some holding small pennants in their hands, some holding large banners, and the words on them all had the same content -- cheering for Zheng Daxuan.

"Zheng Daxuan is powerful!"

"Fierce!"

"Come on!"

"Torture the little devil!"

"**** girl, look at him rampant!"

"Abuse until you don't even recognize your mother!"

"Let him know how good we are!"

In the cheering of countless people, a black red flag car drove slowly, and a small red flag was inserted on the left and right headlights in front of the car, fluttering in the wind.

"Zheng Daxuan is here!"

As a burst of chanting came from the crowd, the crowd did not advance but retreated, slowly giving way to the black red flag sedan.

When the car arrived at the entrance of the gymnasium, a short man in a sportswear got out of the car and bowed to the crowd around him: "Thank you for your support, I will definitely win." ”

Zheng Daxuan's well-developed back muscles hold up the original loose sportswear, and it looks very oppressive - full of strength!

At this time, a Lexus car also slowly approached along the lane from the west.

"Damn thief, dare to come to Jinling, 300,000 unjust souls are waiting for you!"

"Throw it!"

There was a loud shout from the crowd, and all kinds of garbage, food, and miscellaneous things were thrown at the small car, even small stones--it is estimated that the glass of this car has been treated with bulletproof treatment, and it has been prepared in advance.

The car drove to the entrance of the gymnasium, and a man wearing a black Japanese samurai uniform with an expressionless face got out of the car, turned his head to look at the crowd of passionate people, stretched his hand to his neck, and walked quickly into the gymnasium after making a gesture of cutting his throat and cutting his head in public.

"****, ****'s little widow, when you arrive in Jinling, you dare to be so arrogant!"

"Fuck him, bastard, does he still want to play history from eighty years ago!"

Under the provocation of Fujino Jiro, the people were excited, and as long as they could get their hands on something, they all threw it towards the Lexus.

In an instant, it was as if there was an extra mountain of garbage on the body of the Lexus out of thin air.

The whole car was submerged in all kinds of garbage and debris.

This is a realistic version of the renunciation of the people who are united in throwing the whip and breaking the river!

Inside the gymnasium, in the middle, there is a five-meter-square-shaped ring with two three-meter-high fixed poles.

"Come on! Come on! ”

When Zheng Daxuan stepped into the ring, the surrounding audience cheered.

"Shhhh Dead Japanese people, go back to the Japanese country! ”

When Fujino Jiro came to the stage, there was a boos around, if it weren't for the fact that there was Zheng Daxuan on the stage, it was estimated that a mountain of garbage appeared condescendingly.

In the whole of China, if you want to talk about the hatred of the Japanese people, Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, is the second, and there is no first.

After the two took the stage, the host introduced the physical data of the two respectively: "Zheng Daxuan is 1.72 meters tall, has an arm span of 1.71 meters, and weighs 63 kilograms. ”

"Jiro Fujino, 1.68 meters tall, 1.65 meters in reach, and 61 kilograms in weight."

"To do pull-ups, the shorter the height, the shorter the arm span, and the lighter the weight, the more advantageous, so from the perspective of physical conditions, Fujino Jiro has a slight advantage."

"However, Zheng Daxuan will win, and the Japanese people will be defeated!" In the end, he ignored the identity of the host and cheered for Zheng Daxuan loudly.

"The rules of the competition are divided into three rounds, and the winner is determined by the total number of standard lateral pull-ups done in the three rounds, and there is a 30-minute break between each round."

"The standards for horizontal pull-ups are as follows: the body maintains a standard flag-raising posture, the chin is over the bar, and it is held for one second, and the whole process is supervised by an electronic monitor, and those who do not meet the action standards are not counted!"

"Now, the game starts, the Japanese Fujino Jiro as the challenger, plays first, and Zheng Daxuan, as the record holder, is also the champion of the game, and the latter plays."

The host's voice fell, Fujino Jiro glanced at Zheng Daxuan expressionlessly, smiled coldly, walked to the high pole on the left, held his hands and kicked his feet, and the whole person hung on the flagpole like a red flag in the wind.

"1, shhh

"2, shh ...... "15, shhhh ”

Every time he did it, the surrounding audience was overwhelmed with cheers.

Watching the numbers on the big screen continue to increase, I don't know how many people began to draw circles and curse him, so that he could ******** and fall off early.

"21, shhh

The final result of Jiro Fujino's first round was 21 horizontal pull-ups.

"Come on! Add...... Oil! Zheng Daxuan! ”

When it was the turn of Zheng Daxuan, a spring water man, to appear, there was an overwhelming cheering shout.

Zheng Daxuan clenched his fists, turned around, and bowed in a group to express his gratitude.

He walked to the high pole on the right, grasped and jumped, and quickly fixed himself to the flagpole with a flag-raising posture.

"1, come on!"

"2, awesome!"

"3, violent!"

"4, that's great!"

Every time the numbers on the big screen jumped, they were accompanied by deafening cheers and cheers.

"20, do it again!"

"21, you're going to win!"

"22, Zheng Daxuan, you are so amazing!"

"23, kill the Japanese country!"

In the end, Zheng Daxuan's first-round title defense was 23 standard horizontal pull-ups.

"Little devil, hurry back to grandma's house, eat milk for a few years!"

"Zheng Daxuan is mighty, kill the devils of the Japanese country!"

In the surrounding audience, countless red flags rose one after another, and even made a wave of people.

There was still not a trace of expression on the dead man's face of the little devil of the Japanese country.

He slowly turned his head, glanced around at the cheering audience, and then his eyes fell on Zheng Daxuan, and when he saw Zheng Daxuan's face full of smiles, Fujino Jiro also smiled.

"Take a thirty-minute break, then start the second round, and of course, if you're going to throw in the towel now, I'm sure the audience won't blame you for not letting them see the ticket price back." The host also mocked Fujino Jiro unequivocally.

Fujino Jiro regained a dead fish face, closed his eyes and recuperated, not saying a word.

Yao Yu was also watching the live broadcast in front of the TV at the moment.

"This little devil seems to be confident, does he still have a back hand, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?" He carefully observed Fujino Jiro's facial expression, and wondered in his heart.

As for the other spectators outside the venue, they all felt that Zheng Daxuan had won at the moment.

In this short period of half an hour, sales of various beers, stoves, and skewers have reached a new high across the country.

Changed the style, learn from me I'm really a big star, I feel very cool when I write, big guy look at the taste!

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