Chapter 46: Probe

  Japanese English is a language that is independent of English, with a gap as big as the one between English and French. It's even harder to understand than Singlish from Singapore, machine gun English from the Middle East, and Indian tongue-twisting curry-flavored English. Actually, it's understandable that Indian English and Singaporean English are hard to understand because they're dialects passed down since the time of British colonization, and you can't expect people to change their way of speaking just like you can't expect Cantonese speakers to stop speaking Cantonese and switch to Mandarin.

  But the Japanese are beyond comprehension, their native language is not English and they have never been colonized, yet they insist on pronouncing American and British English with Hiragana and Katakana, resulting in a unique brand of English that only Japanese people can understand. Isn't this self-deception? Foreigners who don't listen carefully would have no idea what they're saying is supposed to be English.

  Zhou Jian always felt that the Chinese people, due to the rigid pronunciation of the Chinese language, spoke poor English. Even in places like Northeast China, Henan and Lingnan, where dialects differ, the English spoken had a strong local flavor, resulting in various "schools" such as Northeastern English and Shandong English.

  Because of a lack of confidence, Zhou Jian was always too embarrassed to converse with foreigners. At that time, Zhou Jian had thought that Indians and Singaporeans, whose official language is English, must be very good at speaking English. It wasn't until later, when Zhou Jian heard the English spoken by people from other Asian countries, that he discovered that the English spoken by Chinese people was actually this standard.

  The man named Nishikawa apparently couldn't speak English and replied in Japanese, "Hai, shōsama." Fortunately, Zhou Jian's ears were spared another blow.

  Nishikawa took off the long sword he was wearing and handed it to his companion, tightened his samurai uniform, and made a starting pose of Japanese karate. It has to be said that although this guy is a bit chubby, once he gets serious, there is a faint aura of killing intent emanating from him, as if the air around him has solidified.

  Nishikawa stared at the test machine like a predator staring at its prey, then retreated 10 meters away. He let out a loud yell and suddenly exerted his strength, his body flying through the air as he executed a beautiful three-stage kick with a turn.

  "Pong!" "Pong!" "Pong!"

  Three consecutive dull thuds, the electronic screen jumped wildly, and the final scores were "229", "218" and "256".

  The crowd gasped in shock, too awesome! This is a master, three consecutive attacks all over 200, compared to the previous ones that can only be considered kindergarten level.

  "What's going on, head? Are we just going to let them get away with this?" The white guy behind Bill was getting a little unstable, the Yamaguchi-gumi were really shameless, actually digging in right under their noses.

  Bill said with a gloomy face: "Get Jackson and his men over here, these Japanese are getting too arrogant."

  "Yes, boss." The white man became excited when Bill said that. Jackson was a top-notch fighter from Las Vegas who had been undefeated in the underground boxing scene in the western United States for years. He later retired and became a bounty hunter, although he hadn't completed many tasks and still hadn't advanced to A-level bounty hunter. However, if one were to consider his actual strength, he would be among the top in the American underground boxing scene.

  A white man dialed Jackson's number on the phone, and it happened that Jackson had time. The white man asked him to call a few more masters, and they must not lose to these Japanese people.

  Seeing this, Linda got excited, "Huaxia kid, aren't you going to go up and try? Those Japanese people are too annoying, use your Huaxia kung fu to defeat them!" Although Linda had a small disagreement with Zhou Jian yesterday, she was very confident in his abilities. In her eyes, Zhou Jian was a mysterious Huaxia kung fu master, sweeping away these Japanese clowns would be no problem at all. Moreover, even if Zhou Jian was a bit unrefined and didn't understand the situation, he was still the person she had a crush on. If her crush were to display his prowess, she herself would also gain face.

  Zhou Jian glanced at Linda, if he was sure to hit a stunning number, he wouldn't mind going up to educate those three arrogant little Japanese, but in his heart, he had no bottom line. The advantage of the Ghost Killer lay in its agility and speed, if it were a speed match, Zhou Jian had full confidence, but if it were a strength match, he was not confident at all, nor did he know how much power the Ghost Killer had after transforming.

  Zhou Jian had only experienced two battles before, yesterday he knocked a 1.9-meter-tall white man flying with one punch, but that's not anything special, if the white man stood still, many people present could have done it. Apart from this, there was also a knife that made Bayu useless, which is indeed an impressive achievement, but that relied on his spiritual ability, and had nothing to do with strength.

  And even with the same strength, people who are good at exerting force can produce much higher numbers than those who are not. For example, if a weightlifter comes over, although they have great strength, it doesn't necessarily mean they can deal high damage.

  Zhou Jian was only proficient in combat methods within the game, and had no experience with actual fighting techniques in real life. He didn't even know how to do a three-section kick.

  So if Zhou Jian goes on stage, he can only attack once. The other side's three kicks each have over 200 points, and if he attacks once, it won't even reach 300 points, will it?

  What is the concept of 300 Huygens/unit? Zhou Jian doesn't understand the meaning of this unit at all, so he has no confidence in his heart! Losing to others is a small matter, but Americans won't see it that way. When they publicize it externally, they will only say that Chinese Kung Fu lost to Japanese Karate. Zhou Jian can lose face for himself, but he cannot lose face for the Chinese people.

  However, Linda, who was eager to try, wouldn't let Zhou Jian get away with it. "Hey, why aren't you going up yet? Go and deal with those Japanese clowns! Don't be polite, don't be low-key, make them tremble under your powerful strength!"

  My god, this little girl doesn't speak and nobody takes you as a mute.

  Linda's voice was surprisingly bright, although not loud, but it had a strong penetrating power, and many people immediately shifted their gaze to Zhou Jian. Ueno Jun's face looked unpleasant, because his English was poor, he didn't understand what Linda meant by "merely three Japanese clowns", but from Linda's expression and some fragmented words, he could roughly infer that she was provoking him, and her reliance seemed to be the young man from Huaxia beside her.

  "I didn't think there were still Chinese people here. If he provokes me, I'll make him die a miserable death." Ueno Jun said to his subordinates in Japanese.

  "Master, this is the American Mafia's territory, Oyaji has instructed us to only show off our strength and not to take action."

  "I have a number in mind, Matsumoto. How's the strength of that Huaxia person?" Although Ueno Jun didn't believe that kid could pose any threat, he still had his subordinate confirm it to be cautious.

  A samurai named Matsumoto carefully observed Zhou Jian and commented, "This person's hands are smooth-skinned, definitely not a master of swordsmanship or fist fighting. His breathing is uneven, his eyes are unfocused, and he probably hasn't practiced any ancient Chinese martial arts internal skills. At most, he has learned some practical combat techniques, but judging from his physique, even if he knows these techniques, his strength is very limited."