Chapter 48 Japanese Martial Arts

  Matsumoto fundamentally can't understand English, but even if he did, it wouldn't have any effect on him. As a master of Japan's Bushido, Matsumoto is able to control his mental state at will.

  Matsumoto came to the testing machine wearing wooden sandals, made a starting gesture, adjusted his breathing, and entered a completely empty state. For a while, the surrounding noise seemed to move away from him.

  It cannot be denied that the martial arts of Little Japan, although originating from China, indeed have aspects worthy of praise. The wide Japanese samurai uniform, combined with the unique flute sound of the Buddhist instrument shakuhachi, and the fusion of Zen and spirituality, blend into a tranquil state of mind without a single ripple.

  A Japanese samurai who enters this state is an absolutely formidable opponent, with no fear of life or death in his eyes, only the spirit of Bushido, which is a kind of extreme for Japanese samurai.

  Matsumoto was silent, neither shouting nor jumping into the air. He suddenly opened his eyes, stepped out with his left leg and struck a fierce punch on the punching bag.

  Everyone only saw a flash of white light, followed by a crisp "crack" sound. The iron-hard Geta sandals under Matsumoto's feet, which were famous for their hardness, had actually shattered.

  Of course, no one in the audience except for two Japanese warriors knew about this wooden clog's specialty, but the wildly rolling electronic screen told them just how much power was in that punch.

  The final number is 612!

  The whole audience fell silent after seeing this number, even Andy, who was used to big scenes, was shocked. Others didn't know the details of Williams, but he knew very well that Williams' weakness was speed, but in terms of attack power, almost no one could match him except for those S-level hunters not under the jurisdiction of the Bounty Hunter Association. Who would have thought that he would fall into the hands of these Japanese people today?

  Andy felt a headache thinking about the humiliating news being published in the Las Vegas newspaper tomorrow, he could already imagine how angry the people of Las Vegas would be tomorrow, and those prostitutes and gamblers from all over the world would mock the incompetence of the American Mafia without restraint.

  Matsumoto took a deep breath and retreated with an expressionless face. Ueno Jun laughed loudly: "I hope to see the headline of tomorrow's Las Vegas newspaper, I've already thought of it - 'Japanese Martial Arts, World's Number One'!"

  "The world's number one piece of crap!"

  The sudden voice sounded particularly loud in the quiet venue, and although Ueno's English was not good, how could he not understand the word "shit" that the other person said?

  Ueno's face turned red with rage. To him, insulting Japanese martial arts was the same as insulting his mother. He glared at Linda with a dark gaze and said in a slow, deliberate tone: "Woman, if it weren't for the Bounty Hunter Association, you'd already be a corpse! Translate that for her!"

  The interpreter was startled by Jun Ueno and translated honestly for Linda.

  Can't help but say, Ueno Maki's intimidation target was wrong this time. Linda is a fearless person who doesn't care about anything. After listening to the interpreter's translation, not only wasn't she scared, but she also unhesitatingly showed another finger, and this time it was her middle finger. Showing the middle finger has a bad meaning all over the world, and Linda even explained it in case Ueno Maki didn't understand: "F.u.c.k/you!"

  "Good! Very good." Ueno Muneakira drew out a Japanese samurai sword, "I challenge you! Winner lives, loser dies!"

  "Master, calm down!" Matsumoto said hastily. This time on his trip to the United States, he was repeatedly warned not to cause any trouble.

  Linda, although fond of boasting, still had a clear understanding of her own abilities. Although she didn't know what level Ueno Jun was at, looking at his two subordinates who were excited like cattle, she thought that even if the master was a bit weak, he could still handle himself easily. So Linda said in a very arrogant tone: "With your level, I wouldn't deign to fight you myself, I'll just send my subordinates and it will be more than enough!" As she spoke, she rudely pushed Zhou Jian away.

  "Damn it!" Zhou Jian was pushed forward one step, and his heart felt a wave of displeasure. He didn't want to be used as a gun so carelessly.

  Linda knew she was in the wrong, so she lowered her voice and said to Zhou Jian softly: "Hua Xia Xiaozi, you can't just stand by and do nothing, if you win against them, I'll serve you well tonight, whatever you want me to do is fine."

  Linda said those provocative words in her sweet voice, making Zhou Jian's heart skip a beat. This big foreign horse is really a seductress.

  "Hurry up, I'm begging you." Linda didn't know who she learned this Chinese-style coquetry from. As she spoke, she used her body to push Zhou Jian, and those at least D-cup breasts were pressed against his back, soft and fluffy. This move was too ruthless, and Zhou Jian's legs went weak again, and he was pushed out another big step.

  Damn it, Zhou Jian was speechless, they actually scored 612 points, can their own ghost killer avatar really score such a high number? If they can't, this person will lose big time, this is related to the face of the Chinese nation. This Linda is simply harming people, no wonder the ancients said that beautiful women are a calamity.

  Zhou Jian put back on all the equipment he had taken off, including the Blood of the Fall, the Ghost Fire Ring, and the few blue sets he had just obtained from running instances. He changed into as much strength-enhancing gear as possible. Today's trial was a matter of honor for Huaxia Ancient Martial Arts, and if he were forced to make a move, he absolutely could not lose.

  Andy also hoped that Zhou Jian could come out and show his skills, after all, Zhou Jian was now barely a member of the Bounty Hunter Association. Although reason told him that Zhou Jian, even if he came from a family of ancient Chinese martial arts, couldn't possibly achieve a score above 400 at this age, it was still a glimmer of hope. Even if Zhou Jian lost, tomorrow's newspaper would have another companion in defeat, and with the loss of both Chinese and American martial arts, there would be someone to share the public opinion pressure, so he said: "Mr. Zhou, I've long heard about the strength of ancient Chinese martial arts, why not take this opportunity to show it off?"

  Although Zhou Jian didn't know what kind of idea Andy had in mind, he could also hear that this sentence was a sarcastic remark. What the hell, did I offend you or something?

  Matsumoto stepped forward, blocking Ueno's view, as Jianjun took the stage. He said, "Our visit to America this time is for friendship and to hone our skills through a friendly match. However, in the heat of battle, it's hard to avoid accidents. Our young master was just momentarily angry earlier. If you, from China, wish to challenge him, please do so at the testing machine."

  Ueno Maki hadn't even finished translating when Ueyama Jun let out a cold snort, "Matsumoto, why be so polite to a Chinese person? They've already lost face for all of us Asians!"