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After a short time, after negotiations with Bian Shigeru, the staff of the Sumo Association agreed to send a sumo wrestler to accept the challenge of Kim Ji-hyun.

As a host stood on the stage and announced the decision in an excited tone, the atmosphere in the bar suddenly became lively.

"Host, let the wrestler Musashi Ryuyu come out and defeat that South Korean guy!"

"That's right, send Musashi Ryuno to the field and teach that arrogant guy a lesson!"

"We want the high of Musashi Dragon, the high of Musashi Dragon, and we will win!!"

Seeing that the men and women in the bar were shouting in a high-pitched voice, struggling to understand what they were saying, Kim Ji-hyun turned his head and asked, "Miss Ina, what are they cheering for, what does Musashi Ryu's hyperactivity mean?"

Li Yina comes from a royal family and has been studying several foreign languages since she was a child, and for Japanese, it is precisely one that she can be proficient in.

"They're not cheering, they're asking for a strong man called 'Musashi Ryu' to play against you. Li Yina was more subtle, filtering out disrespectful words such as "down" and "South Koreans" in those cheers.

Musashi Ryu's Hyper?

The name is a bit domineering and very majestic.

Kim Ji-hyun glanced around a few times, trying to figure out who was Musashi Ryu's exuberance among the few sumo wrestlers standing together.

At this time, Shigeru Watanabe walked back from the stands with a smug smile.

"Zhi Xuanjun, they heard that you are an active special officer and a master of taekwondo black belt, and in order to show their respect for you, they specially sent a wrestler on the scene: Musashi Ryuno Kang. I don't know if Zhi Xuanjun dares to go up?"

The so-called wrestler is a title that can only be given to sumo wrestling at a certain level.

To put it simply, sumo wrestling is divided into ten ranks according to strength, the highest rank is called "Henggang", and the lowest rank is called "Shonoguchi", but a low rank such as "Shonoguchi" cannot be counted as a wrestler, only as a "wrestler", and only if you have a medium or higher strength rank, you can be called a "wrestler".

"Hmph, what about Lux? Am I scared?" Jin Zhixuan stood up and said, "Watanabe-kun, as long as you remember your promise, if you lose, give up your qualification to pursue Miss Ina!"

"Don't worry, a gentleman's word, the horse is hard to chase. ”

Hearing this, Kim Ji-hyun took off his T-shirt, revealing his hardcover upper body, and strode to the ring.

There was a burst of sparse applause, and there were many South Korean tourists in the bar, all proud of the cool performance of compatriot Kim Ji.

Boom, boom!

A thunderous vibration rang out.

A fat sumo wrestler, with fat flesh, samurai hair in a bun, and only a crotch cloth on his body, strode high on the left and right, like a big hippopotamus swinging and walking, and walked to the middle of the ring.

Compared to sumo, Kim Ji-hyun is like a dwarf, but he is not afraid, and the two meet their eyes and are very fierce.

The rules of the game are that there are no rules.

Whether it's taekwondo or wrestling, as long as you don't hit the back of your head, you can use any genre of technique.

The host specially explained to Jin Zhixuan, and then retreated to the court, the referee shouted, waved his hand, and the two immediately started fighting!

Kim Ji-hyun let out a loud shout, and a sharp whirlwind kick kicked three times in a row, all hitting Musashi Ryuyu's armpits and neck, hitting his vulnerable parts.

Musashi Ryu's excitement was not afraid at all, he raised his head and chest, and his hands did not move, allowing Jin Zhixuan to kick with all his strength.

After a few moves, Kim Ji-hyun was shocked to find that although the sumo wrestler in front of him looked full of fat, a few kicks were like kicking a hardwood sandbag that was soft on the outside and the inside, wrapped in a sponge, and couldn't hurt him for half a point.

"Come again, a few more hits, I'll let you hit a few times!"

Musashi Ryuyuki patted his fat trembling chest, revealing a hint of ridicule, and motioned for him to come again.

Although Jin Zhixuan didn't understand what this guy said, when he saw his arrogant look, he also understood in his heart, and with a loud roar at the moment, he used all his strength to the extreme, and launched an attack like a storm.

It's a pity that no matter how he kicks and hits, and even uses anti-joint techniques, he can't shake his opponent at all, and Musashi Ryu's hyperactivity just stands still, never retreating a little, and never shows a little pain or timidity.

After the second round of continuous attacks, no damage was done, and Kim Ji-hyun was already frightened.

He finally understood that it was basically impossible to defeat this fat guy with his bare hands.

"South Korean, it's my turn now!"

Musashi Ryuzhi slowly lowered his body, his knees were slightly bent, his hands were slightly stretched forward, and he glared at Jin Zhixuan with a pair of sharp triangular eyes.

Jin Zhixuan couldn't help but take two steps back, and the chill was even better.

There was a strange roar, like a huge hippopotamus suddenly starting to run, and the whole earth was shaking with a bang, and Musashi Dragon's exuberance rushed towards Jin Zhixuan.

Knowing that he couldn't resist face to face, Kim Ji-hyun deftly rolled on his side, trying to dodge the sumo attack.

But I never thought that although sumo wrestling was fat, the changes in his body were very sensitive, and I saw his body turn suddenly, and his long and fat arms stretched out, and he immediately grabbed Jin Zhixuan's waist with a fan-like slap, and then hugged him in his arms like a slender child.

In just an instant, Kim Ji-hyun was locked in his arms, and he felt dizzy, like a strong suffocation.

"Drink!"

Musashi Dragon's monster roared, and his arm suddenly exerted force, locking him tightly in his arms.

Jin Zhixuan suddenly felt that his head and eyes were black, his ribs were clicking, his waist and abdomen were about to break, and all the blood rushed to the top of his head, he couldn't breathe, couldn't exert his strength, and couldn't even think, everyone could see that in just one round, he couldn't hold on.

"Stop!" the referee shouted, waving one arm.

Musashi Ryuno obeyed the order and relieved his arm strength in time.

Kim Ji-hyun fell to the ground with a puff, his face flushed, and he shrank to the ground like a dog, and could only gasp urgently.

"Aha......" The audience laughed, pointing at each other, and laughing as much as they could, while those South Korean tourists were all extremely indignant, and even pointed at Kim Ji-hyun and scolded.

Musashi Ryu's arms were raised and he walked around the arena triumphantly, while Kim Ji-hyun fled from the stage in disgrace.

"Haha, Ji Hyun-kun, are you okay, are you hurt?" Shigeru Watanabe smiled like a fox eating a chicken, he pretended to be concerned, picked up a beer, and brought it to him.

Jin Zhixuan's face was dark, he was embarrassed to get angry at him, he took the beer and drank it all, paused his glass again, and sulked himself.

Seeing that Li Yina and Lin Can couldn't help but snicker, he felt that he had lost face, but he couldn't be angry at them, so he pointed at Li Xiaodong on the side: "What are you laughing at? What are you, what qualifications do you have to laugh at me? With you sick man-like waste, I can kill you with one hand, you dare to laugh at me?"

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