My martial arts master is too crazy, 3000 million black fans

Chapter 154 Hundreds of neon reporters are so angry that they want to beat me!

"welcome!"

"Warm welcome!"

"Warmly welcome Mr. Zhaocang Mirai!"

More than a dozen Tang people applauded and shouted welcome.

What are you doing?
Zhao Cangfu was stunned for a moment.

Mr. Zhaocang came with overwhelming anger and shame. Is it okay for you to be so enthusiastic?
Mr. Zhao Cang is not used to it.

"What's going on?" A neon reporter was confused.

I don’t understand why the Tang people are so happy.

Several Tang people laughed so happily, seeing Zhaocang Mirai was like seeing their relatives.

"Mr. Zhaocang Mirai, you are here, welcome!" Jiang Yang walked off the stage with a smile, and emcee Xia Weiwei quickly followed, also translating with a loud smile.

"Mr. Zhao Cang, you are my honored guest."

"My most respected guest."

"We are really worried that we won't be able to come and our press conference won't be able to go on."

"Thank you for coming!"

As he said this, Jiang Yang said a sentence in Japanese: "Arigado, Kuosaimas!"

After saying that, he also stretched out his hands.

Subconsciously, Zhao Cang Future also stretched out his hand.

He was confused.

Why do the people of the Tang Dynasty welcome me so warmly?

No, I'm here to beat him up.

Zhaocang Mirai even retracted his hand, became angry, and shouted loudly: "You bastard, I hit you, I..."

Jiang Yang, still smiling brightly, interrupted him, "Mr. Zhaocang, you look angry. Don't be angry. I know your purpose, and I'm ready."

"Papa!" Jiang Yang clapped his hands, "Take out the gift we prepared for Mr. Zhaocang."

Have you prepared a gift?

Not only was Zhaocang Future scratching his head, but the reporters at the scene were also confused.

Shouldn't the Tang people and Zhaocang be incompatible with each other in the future? Shouldn't they greet each other with fists as soon as they meet?
This is a welcome, and a gift has been prepared, so what?

The female reporter Tsuneko Mikami was curious about the gift... I saw it, is it a contract?

is a contract.

Jiang Yang showed the two contracts to the reporters first, then smiled at Zhaocang Future and said: "Mr. Zhaocang, I know you are here just for a fight. Look at the contracts and I have prepared them for you.

Sign this contract, please! "

"Why should I sign?" Zhao Cangmi asked a silly question before his head turned around.

"Aren't you going to beat me up? After signing the contract, we will have a fight here. Can't you beat me upright? There are so many reporters cheering for you, otherwise it will become a private fight. Isn't that right? Okay, right?" Jiang Yang explained with a smile.

At this time, Gao Meng behind him spoke loudly, "Zhao Cangsang, aren't you unconvinced? After signing the contract, you can fight whatever you want.

Oh, you don't dare to sign, you are afraid. Also, our Tang Dynasty Kung Fu is invincible, so it is normal for you to be afraid.

You should be afraid.

Mr. Zhaocang, you really don’t dare, right? "

"I don't dare?" Zhaocang Mirai sneered, and he suddenly became angry. He took the pen and signed the contract.

The agent beside him, Xiao Xun, didn't even have time to remind him.

Don't look at the contract first...it's already signed.

On both contracts, Zhaocang Future signed his name.

The Tang people had already signed it.

Manager Xiao Xun always felt that something was wrong, and when he finished signing, he took a contract.

When I opened it, I saw that the contract was written in both Chinese and Japanese. The content was normal. It just stipulated that both parties in the fight would bear the consequences.

There is a line at the end of the contract that is quite irritating, and the loser will bark like a dog.

"Riot thief, come on, I'm going to beat you to your knees!" Zhaocang roared in the future.

"Mr. Zhaocang, don't you need to prepare?"

"You don't need to hit me."

"Mr. Zhaocang is so confident, it's great. I like warriors like you." Jiang Yang chuckled.

While talking, a staff member brought protective gear and gloves.

Zhao Cangmi threw the protective gear on the ground directly, "No need for protective gear."

"Warrior!" Jiang Yang gave a thumbs up.

"Stop talking nonsense, how to fight?"

Jiang Yang smiled and spoke to reporters, "Friends from reporters, please witness that between me and Mr. Shao Cang Mirai, in addition to not using concealed weapons, weapons, firearms, etc., we can only use fists and kicks, and can use various martial arts. Rules, no time limit, until one side falls, you are the referee."

Xia Weiwei translated again.

The contract is also shown.

"Come on, Zhaocang-kun, beat him! Beat him hard!"

"Hit him!"

"Come on, Zhaocang-kun!"

Several people in the reporter group shouted loudly.

Some reporters are also worried.

Worrying that Zhao Cang is no match in the future, Zhao Cang was beaten once in the future.

Female reporter Tsuneko Mikami was worried, "Mirai Zhaocang is too impatient, will he lose?"

"I have confidence in him." It was Sakurai Hiro who spoke.

"But..." Sakurai Hiro knew what Tsuneko Mikami wanted to say, "That video can't explain anything. Mirai Zhaocang was obviously unprepared. He was kicked down the middle by the despicable Tang people and was defeated. Mirai Zhaocang was a He is an experienced fighter, and with sufficient preparation, I am confident that he can beat this Tang native."

"I agree with what Xiao Hongsang said. Tang people are too despicable. They pretend to be passers-by. Who would have expected that a passer-by can know Kung Fu." Another reporter spoke.

Makes sense.

Mikami Tsuneko nodded, she clenched her fist and shouted loudly at Zhaocang Mirai: "Zhaocangjun, defeat this despicable Tang countryman!"

Zhao Cang moved his hands and feet first in the future, and he also knew that his opponent was not that simple. In this fight, he could not fail, he had to win.

With so many reporters present, this fight was no longer about his own honor.

"Zhao Cang-san, pay attention to your crotch!" a Japanese voice sounded.

Who?
Zhao Cangwei was angry. He first looked at the group of reporters. Which reporter was talking and what he was talking about. Wasn't this exposing his scars?
"Zhaocang-kun, be careful with your crotch!"

Zhao Cangfu's eyes shifted to... It's Tang Guo, that critical guy.

"Is my Japanese correct?" Gao Meng asked Xia Weiwei.

It was him who was shouting. He just asked Xia Weiwei for advice and said this.

"That's very standard." Xia Weiwei smiled and nodded.

"Then I'm right, Zhaocang Sang, you have to pay attention to your crotch, be careful of your balls being kicked to pieces. I can't translate this sentence," Gao Meng said loudly.

Xia Weiwei translated it again with a smile.

The vibe was a little off.

In the future of Zhaocang, the reporters in the audience looked at Gao Meng with murderous eyes.

"I kindly remind you, is this wrong?" Gao Meng had an innocent expression on his face.

It's okay if you don't talk anymore.

Next, the on-site staff, bodyguards, and reporters all moved aside to give some space.

Jiangyang and Zhaocang Weiwei stood in the open area, facing each other five or six meters apart.

"come on!"

"Come on, boss!"

"Master, kick him in the crotch and pop his balls!" Bai Xiaoni yelled so loudly.

"Holy shit~ Is the young lady so explosive?"

"I just like Miss Blast."

"The young lady is very good-looking!"

Several Chinese bullet screens floated by.

Exploding eggs, right?
Jiang Yang returned an "ok" gesture and looked at Zhaocang Weirai with a smile, "Did you hear that, Mr. Zhaocang, you have to be careful, I will kick your balls out!"

"Dead!" Zhaocang Mirai responded with an angry shout and rushed forward. "Hit!"

Female reporter Tsuneko Mikami clenched her fists excitedly, as if she was fighting a Tang nationalist.

"Shoukura-kun, beat...ah!" Suddenly, Mikami Tsuneko said "ah", and the expression on his face changed drastically.

First, the boss opened his mouth.

Immediately, Mikami Tsuneko covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes widened, and her expression was horrified.

"Ah! Ah!"

The miserable howl of Zhaocang Mirai was heard.

I saw Zhao Cang Lai holding his crotch and falling to the ground, screaming in pain.

Exploded?
"Here I go, did my balls really explode?"

In the dormitory, Chen Peng, Wang Yu, and Liu Jun all stood, staring at the live broadcast on the computer.

Do you want to be so fierce?

If you say pop your balls, pop your balls.

It might cost someone a life.

"what happened?"

Chaoyang Shimbun reporter Sakurai Hiro was shocked. He just looked at the camera lens next to him, but he didn't see the process. He didn't know why Zhaocang Mirai collapsed.

The neon reporters around them all had shocked expressions.

It turned out that Zhao Cang rushed over in the future and kicked Tang Guoren in the neck. If the kick had hit, Tang Guoren would have fallen to the ground on the spot.

However, the Tang people reacted so quickly that they grabbed Zhaocang Mirai's feet.

Then, the Tang people kicked Zhaocang Mirai in the crotch.

That kick hurt even the bystanders.

"Yeah~~"

"We win, Master wins!"

"Boss is awesome, Tang Guo Kung Fu is awesome!"

"Kung Fu of the Tang Dynasty is awesome!"

"You neon people are rubbish!"

"Trash, if you still don't accept it, you'll get busted again, haha!"

Several Tang people cheered.

Their laughter was so harsh and uncomfortable in the ears of the neon reporters.

"How could this happen?" A male reporter from Ni TBS TV station looked confused and was still unwilling to accept the fact that Zhao Cangfu lost.

Lost too fast.

He fell down in a matter of seconds.

Zhaocang was completely crushed by the Tang people in the future.

"Zhao Cangjun...Hey!" A reporter from the National Broadcasting Network looked sad, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Look carefully at the dozens of neon reporters. Their expressions are very exciting. Some are stunned, some are confused, some are angry, some are sad, and most of them are frustrated.

If Zhaocang Mirai loses personally, he will lose, but on today's occasion, this is not an ordinary fight. In a sense, Zhaocang Mirai represents the Neon Kingdom.

Represents the martial arts of Neon Kingdom.

The reporters all watched the arrogance of the Tang people. To use an idiom of the Tang people, it is "arrogant and domineering".

For such an arrogant and domineering Tang nationality, every Neon reporter present wanted to beat him up.

Hope beats him to his knees.

The results of it?
Who knelt down?
Look again, several other Tang people look happy.

Every cheer they gave seemed like a slap in the face of the neon reporters.

The slaps made a snapping sound.

Just ask you if it hurts...wait a minute.

Zhaocang struggled to stand up in the future.

Mr. Zhaocang stood up.

He stood up.

"Oh?" Jiang Yang was surprised and showed an unexpected expression, "Mr. Zhaocang, can you still stand up?

I thought you were defeated and could still stand up. Are you okay? Can you still fight? "

"Master is tricking people again, hehe!" Bai Xiaoni covered her mouth and laughed softly.

"Haha!" Xia Weiwei, Gao Meng, and Li Lei all laughed.

Snicker.

They knew at a glance that the boss deliberately controlled his strength. Otherwise, even if the little devil didn't explode, he wouldn't be able to stand up?

Boss, this is not enough.

Torture a few more times.

Does this scene look familiar?
If you are not familiar with it, ask Dadago.

Ask the Brontosaurus.

"Hey, the little devil can still stand up, is he so awesome... Oh, did it happen on purpose? Did the gangster do it on purpose?"

As far away as Changsha, Lei Long, and the agent in the Tang State were watching the live broadcast, it was the agent who spoke.

"Haha!" Thunder Dragon laughed, "It goes without saying that it must be intentional. This gangster is deliberately teasing the little devil."

"It's too bad, but I like it!" The economic man laughed.

"Well done!" Brontosaurus gave a thumbs up.

Immediately, Brontosaurus and his manager stopped talking and focused on watching the live broadcast.

Shao Cang Wei started to struggle, but his manager pushed him away when he came to help him, "Big Thief." The anger and humiliation had overtaken the pain, Shao Cang Wei blushed, "It's not that easy to defeat me.

We neon warriors are not that fragile, come again! "

"Well done, Mr. Zhaocang!"

The female reporter Tsuneko Mikami shouted excitedly.

Mr. Shoucang was still able to stand up, which was beyond Tsuneko Mikami's surprise.

Injury to one's balls is not something ordinary people can endure.

Mr. Zhaocang was able to stand up. How much pain he endured. What supported him?
It’s the neon samurai spirit.

"Come on, Zhaocang-kun!"

"Don't let the Tang people underestimate us, the spirit of Bushido!"

"come on, come on, come on!"

All Neon reporters at the scene shouted loudly to cheer for Zhaocang’s future.

"Zhaocang-kun, the spirit of Neon Bushido will never allow us to fail. We can only die standing, never kneeling. Come on!"

In the bedroom, Fujino raised his arms and shouted.

"Haha!" A contemptuous laugh came from the video.

Fujino showed an angry expression.

Tang Guoren was talking, "Mr. Zhaocang, do you still want to fight? To be honest, you are no match for me. If I beat you, it would be as easy as crushing an ant to death. You can do it already. I advise you to give up."

"Stop talking nonsense, come again, how can I allow you to look down on my neon martial arts." Zhaocang Mirai shouted with a red face.

"Okay, let's do it again." Jiang Yang hooked his hands and stood as casually as before.

On the other hand, Zhao Cang made a standard fighting defensive posture in the future, and at the same time, slowly approached.

I didn't dare to rush in directly.

After being kicked, Zhao Cang became more cautious in the future.

Observing carefully, Zhaocang's future eyes couldn't help but fall on the Tang people's feet.

Still scared.

He was afraid that Tang Guo would kick him in the crotch again.

No matter what he was afraid of, at this time, Tang Guoren said, "Be careful, I'm going to kick your balls." As he said that, he made a kicking motion.

Zhao Cang Future subconsciously took two steps back.

"Oh oh oh!" Jiang Yang screamed strangely and made several movements to kick his balls.

Anyone can see that he is teasing Zhao Cang Future.

(End of this chapter)