Chapter 47: Desperate Struggle

  "So he's just a nobody?"

  "Maybe can deal with ordinary people, but against a high-level master will only be instantly killed."

  "It's indeed the case, whether in history or now, the Chinese are a nation with very strong slave nature, occupying such rich land, yet only raising a group of cowards."

  "Hey, Huaxia kid, aren't you afraid? Look at those three arrogant Japanese clowns despising you. This is simply unbearable." Linda said in a non-stop chatter. She usually spoke to Zhou Jian in Chinese, but this time she deliberately spoke in English so that the Japanese people could understand too. However, unfortunately, the three Japanese people stood there like wooden stakes, completely unaware of Linda's insults. This made Linda very frustrated - why couldn't she speak Japanese?

  Just then, another group of people walked into the testing room, led by Andy. The enemy had arrived at their doorstep, and Andy was in no mood to continue the meeting, so he ended it abruptly and rushed over.

  Next to Andy, there was a black man about 1.7 meters tall, who looked somewhat short among the group of tall white men, and his muscles were not particularly impressive either. However, for some reason, he gave people an extremely dangerous feeling, as if he were a puma lurking in the South American jungle.

  This 1.7-meter-tall black man is Jackson, who comes from the American underground boxing arena. Don't mention how many victories he has had; just the number of boxers who have died at his hands is not less than ten.

  Andy wore a black overcoat and sunglasses today, with the demeanor of a mafia boss. He led this group to the testing area and lined them up in a row, their presence alone overwhelming the three Japanese men.

  "Friends from Yamaguchi group, I think you should have called us before coming, so we can make sufficient preparations to receive you, right?" Andy surprisingly brought a Japanese translator, and finally the communication was no longer a problem.

  Ueno Jun laughed loudly, "We just came to Las Vegas for a trip and saw the Bounty Hunter Association on a whim." Ueno Jun said, intentionally or unintentionally glancing at Jackson beside Andy, he knew this person, Yamaguchi-gumi had his information.

  Andy smiled, "We Americans like to get straight to the point. Friends from Yamaguchi-gumi don't need to beat around the bush. I know why you're here. If you want to compare, then let's compare. How about we make a bet?"

  "What's the bet?" Ueno Jun's interest was piqued.

  "As for the bet on attack power test, whoever gets a higher value wins. If you lose, I don't want to see anyone from Yamaguchi-gumi in Las Vegas again."

  Ueno muttered to himself and looked at Matsumoto with a glance, saying in a low voice: "Are you sure you can win? That black guy should be Benjamin Jackson."

  Matsumoto is not the first-rate master of Yamaguchi-gumi, and Jackson is not the first-rate master of Bounty Hunter Association. In fact, those legendary S-level bounty hunters in Bounty Hunter Association rarely show up, and even their numbers and names are barely known to anyone.

  Matsumoto didn't answer immediately, but instead stared at his opponent Jackson carefully and thought for a moment before saying, "Shouldn't be a problem."

  "Alright." Ueno Jun turned to Andy and said, "We've made a bet. If you lose, I hope to see a report about today's match in tomorrow's Las Vegas newspaper, with the title chosen by me. I know that the most influential newspaper in Las Vegas is controlled by you guys, so this shouldn't be an unreasonable request."

  "Alright." Andy also didn't say much and agreed in one breath. Then he turned around to a white man behind him and said, "Mr. Williams, it's all up to you now."

  Ueno's eyes narrowed slightly, and it wasn't Jackson who made the move, but this cunning guy.

  "That guy named Williams, there's no record of him, he must be with the American Mafia."

  It's hard to get information on high-ranking members of organized crime syndicates from various countries, but bounty hunters are different - their information is completely open because employers need to see it.

  So neither Sora nor Williams had any information on each other, and of course Andy wouldn't have any information on Matsumoto either. So this was a completely gamble, with both sides knowing nothing about the other's strength.

  Matsumoto said, "Don't worry, young master. There are only a handful of S-class bounty hunters, and they're scattered all over the world. Although they're registered hunters with the Bounty Hunters Association, they don't take orders from the association. It's unlikely they'd come running just for this small matter. As for Williams, his strength is hard to gauge, but as long as he's not S-class or an ability user/evolver, I'm confident I can win."

  Aberrants and Evolvers are a class of people that emerged after the catastrophe of the last century. They hide in the deepest parts of various major powers around the world, all of whom are mysterious and powerful figures. Even someone like Matsumoto, a high-ranking expert, would find it difficult to have any dealings with them.

  "Alright, it's up to you now to uphold the honor of Japan's martial arts. Good luck, Matsumoto-kun."

  "Yes, young master."

  Williams VS Matsumoto, the strength of both is unknown, only knowing they represent the upper echelons of the Yamaguchi-gumi and American Mafia, two world-class syndicates. The previously dazzling Japanese warrior Nishikawa was merely Matsumoto's apprentice, while the renowned underground boxer Jackson was just Williams' underling.

  The duel between two great masters is about to unfold, and the originally lively atmosphere on the scene suddenly becomes eerily quiet.

  As the landlord, Williams came to the testing machine first, started to build up strength, for him, this trial was not only related to the interests of the American Black Hand Party, but also represented the glory of America, so he didn't dare to be careless at all.

  The onlookers held their breath in anticipation of this mysterious Williams creating a miracle.

  For a full minute, Williams was silent. Suddenly, he let out a loud whoop and leapt into the air, delivering a powerful flying kick that landed squarely on the punching bag. The resulting crash was deafening, causing the entire testing machine to shudder violently. The electronic screen flickered wildly as the numbers shot up to 300 and continued to climb without any signs of slowing down.

  The onlookers were extremely excited in their hearts, this is a master, America's hero.

  The final score stabilized at 589, this achievement made the whole field boiling, most of the people present were Americans, who had been shocked by the Japanese before and were not happy about it.

  Linda covered her mouth in shock, "My God, 589!" She had personally gone up to test the testing machine, and that punching bag was as hard as cast iron. One kick didn't move it at all, nor did it make any sound. But somehow Williams managed to shake the entire testing machine with his punch.

  Ueno Maki saw this scene and slightly frowned, he also had no bottom line in his heart, "Matsumoto, it's up to you."

  Matsumoto took a deep breath, first handing the samurai sword to his apprentice Nishikawa, then untying the sash of his samurai uniform and taking it off. The Japanese samurai uniform was too loose and not suitable for exertion.

  "Don't force it, Japanese guy."

  "Japanese guy, why aren't you wearing a large yukata from your country?"

  "Watch out, Japanese guy! There's a banana peel on the ground!"

  "Wow, honored guest from Japan, that little mustache on your mouth is so sexy, just like the one on my Husky at home."

  The American onlookers were making a ruckus and teasing in various ways, and their way of joking was very different from that of the Chinese people, with a special kind of Western humor.