Matsumoto doesn't understand English at all, but even if he does, it won't be affected in any way, and as a master of Japanese bushido, Matsumoto can control his state of mind at will.

Matsumoto came to the testing machine in clogs, and after adjusting his breathing with his hands, he entered a completely ethereal state, and for a moment the hustle and bustle around him seemed to leave him.

I have to admit that although the martial arts of Little Japan came from China, there are indeed commendable places, wide Japanese samurai uniforms, with the unique flute sound of the Buddhist musical instrument Shakuhachi, the combination of Zen Buddhism and spirituality, and the fusion of tranquility without a trace of ripples.

The Japanese samurai who entered this state was definitely a terrible opponent, there was no life and death in his eyes, there was no fear, there was only the spirit of bushido, which was an extreme of the Japanese samurai.

Matsumoto was silent, neither shouting nor jumping into the air, he suddenly opened his eyes, stepped out with his left leg, and slammed a punch into the target.

Everyone saw a flash of white light, followed by a crisp sound of "pop!", and the iron birch clogs at Matsumoto's feet, which were known for their hardness, were shattered.

Of course, no one in the room except for the two Japanese samurai knew how special the clogs were, but the frantically scrolling electronic screen told them how powerful the punch was.

Final number 612!

After seeing this number, the audience was silent, and even Andy, who was used to seeing big scenes, was shocked, others didn't know Williams's details, but he knew very well that Williams's weakness was speed, but in terms of attack power, except for those S-level hunters who were not dispatched by the Bounty Hunters Association, almost no one could compare. Unexpectedly, it was planted in the hands of this group of Japanese today.

Andy felt a headache at the thought of publishing such humiliating news in the Las Vegas newspapers tomorrow, and he could already imagine how angry the people of Las Vegas would be tomorrow, while the prostitutes and gamblers from all over the world would brazenly ridicule the incompetence of the American mafia.

Matsumoto took a deep breath and retreated expressionlessly, and Jun Ueno laughed: "I hope to see the Las Vegas newspaper report tomorrow, and I have already thought of the title, which is called "Japanese Martial Arts, the World's No."!"

"The world's first in ****!"

The sudden voice was particularly loud in the silent venue, although Ueno's pure English was not good, but the word **** "****" said by the other party, how could he not understand.

Jun Ueno was furious, in his opinion, whoever insulted Japanese martial arts was like insulting his mother, he stared gloomily at Linda, who had just spoken, and said word by word: "Woman, if it weren't for being in the Bounty Hunters Association today, you would have become a corpse!

The translator was taken aback by Jun Ueno and honestly translated to Linda.

I have to say that Ueno Jun's intimidation object this time was wrong, Linda is a master who is not afraid of heaven and earth, after listening to the translator's translation, this guy was not only not afraid, but did not hesitate to show a finger again, and this time it was the middle finger, showing what the middle finger represents all over the world, and Linda was afraid that Ueno Jun would not understand, and then explained: "F.u.c.k/you!"

"Good! Junho Ueno pulled out his Japanese katana, "I challenge you!"

"Young master, calm down!" Matsumoto hurriedly said, this trip to the United States, the above repeatedly told not to make trouble.

Although Linda likes to brag, he is still self-aware of his own strength, although he doesn't know what level this Ueno Jun is, but seeing that his two subordinates are like animals in heat, it is more than enough for this master to clean up himself even if he is weaker, so Linda said very bigly: "At your level, this girl disdains to fight with you, and it is more than enough for me to send my subordinates to play!" Linda said and pushed Zhou Jian unceremoniously.

"Damn!" Zhou Jian was pushed forward, and he felt unhappy for a while, he didn't want to be used as a gun in such a daze.

Linda knew that she was at a loss, so she lowered her voice and said softly to Zhou Jian: "Huaxia boy, you can't die without help, if you win them, I will definitely serve you well tonight, you can do whatever you want me to do." ”

Linda said these sultry words in her delicate voice, which made Zhou Jian's heart tremble, obediently this Yanma is really a goblin.

"Hurry up, I'll beg you. Linda didn't know who to learn the Chinese coquettish method, she said while pushing Zhou Jian with her body and putting it on Zhou Jian's back, this trick was too ruthless, Zhou Jian's feet were soft, and he was pushed out a big step.

This is your sister, Zhou Jian was speechless, people scored 612, can his ghost slayer clone really hit such a high number? If he can't hit it, this person will lose a lot, this is related to the face of the Chinese nation. This Linda is harming people at all, no wonder the ancients said that the red face is a disaster.

Zhou Jian put back all the equipment that he had taken off, the blood of the fall, the ghost fire ring and a few blue suits that he had only recently obtained from the dungeon, and tried his best to change into powerful equipment, today's competition is related to the honor of Huaxia Guwu, once he is forced to shoot, he must not lose.

Andy also hopes that Zhou Jian can come out and show his hand, after all, Zhou Jian can barely be regarded as a member of the Bounty Hunters Association now. Although reason told him that even if Zhou Jian was born in the Huaxia Guwu family, it would be impossible for him to score more than 400 at such an age, but there is a hope, right, take a step back and say, even if Zhou Jian loses, there will be one more difficult brother to accompany in the newspaper tomorrow, Huaxia Kung Fu and American Kung Fu lost together, and it will not be so ugly to have a person who shares the firepower of public opinion, so he said: "Mr. Zhou, I have long heard that Huaxia Guwu is powerful, so I just take this opportunity to show it." ”

Although Zhou Jian didn't know what kind of wishful thinking Andy was playing in his heart, he could also hear that he was playing with this sentence, I damn it, Lao Tzu didn't offend you.

Matsumoto saw Zhou Jian playing, and immediately stepped forward to block Ueno Jun behind him, although he saw that this Zhou Jian's strength was not strong, but he was still afraid that the young master would have an accident, he said: "Our great Japan came to visit the American Brotherhood for friendship, and learning can promote the progress of martial arts, but it is inevitable that the sword will have no eyes in the fight, and our young master is just in a hurry, if this friend from Huaxia wants to challenge, please go to the test machine." ”

Before the translator finished translating, Jun Ueno had already snorted coldly, "Matsumoto, why are you so polite to a Shina, we Asians have lost all their faces!"

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