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

Chapter 168 Between the two countries, the primary school students competed first!
"What a crybaby, like a girl, so embarrassing, slightly!" Xiao Lin Qiao stuck out her tongue at Xiao Zhengtai and made a face.

"Wow~~Dad, he said I'm a girl, but I'm not a girl, wuwuwu~~" Xiao Zhengtai cried harder, and his father's comfort was of no use.

In this wave of duels between primary school students, Xiao Lin Qiaoxiao, the student representative from Tang Elementary School, won one game.

Time passed by minute by minute.

At one o'clock at noon, Yangma International Channel started live broadcast.

The screen shows the outside of the art museum.

The next second, the screen was covered by countless barrages.

Number of people online: 30

One second later, 130 million

Another second later, 330 million... 5 minutes later, the number of people online exceeded [-] million.

At the same time, Yangma International Japanese Channel also launched a live broadcast. This was to facilitate the viewing of Neon Nation netizens, and the online audience exceeded 400 million.

The population difference between the two countries is ten times. If the population of Neon increases ten times, it will be 4000 million people.

The total number of 400 million Neon people is small, and it is larger in proportion to the population, which shows that Neon netizens pay more attention to this competition.

"Everyone watching the live broadcast, I'm reporter Xiaoyuan. I'm currently in the backstage of the Art Museum of East Whale University. There is still an hour and a half before the competition. Let's go and see what's going on in the backstage."

The live broadcast showed a female reporter from Tang State speaking Chinese.

Nihong netizens don’t have to worry about not understanding, there is real-time translation in the Japanese live broadcast room.

The reporter went backstage.

Jiang Yang and Shen Mujie have already arrived backstage, and each has a room to rest.

There are bodyguards outside the room.

Seeing that it was a reporter, the bodyguard did not stop him.

Reporter Xiaoyuan knocked on the door first, "Teacher Jiang, are you there? I am Xiaoyuan, a reporter from the International Channel. Can I come in?"

"Please come in."

The door opened and reporter Xiaoyuan walked in.

There are more than a dozen people inside, all wearing "Yulong Elite Martial Arts Gym" training uniforms, but there are advertising slogans on the clothes... Hey, is it an advertising slogan?
Some netizens stared at it with wide eyes. It was an advertisement.

It reads: "Wowhaha AD calcium milk is delicious and nutritious to help Tang Guo Kung Fu!"

This is the slogan on the back of the clothes, and there is also a Wahaha LOGO on the chest, saying: "Drink milk, I only drink Wahaha AD calcium milk!"

"Haha, Jiangyang Thief really accepted the advertisement."

"Wahaha, whatever I give you, I will give you double the amount of milk."

"Congratulations on accepting the ad!"

"Take a sip and wow, your inner strength will be +9999."

"Little days are going to tremble."

"The road to becoming a strong person starts with a mouthful of Wahaha!"

"It's over. I'll tell you that you're cheating."

"The secret that everyone in the Tang Dynasty knows kung fu can no longer be hidden. [Laughing and crying]"

"Why hahaha, can't I, Jiaduobao, afford this money?"

"Wow, haha, perfect score for this marketing campaign!"

A lot of domestic netizens have started to come up with various ideas. I have to say that netizens are talented and have come up with much better advertising slogans.

The camera captured Jiang Yang.

The color of his clothes is different, silver-white, with a red dragon pattern, highlighting his different identity.

"Dear Teacher Jiang, can I interview you?"

"can."

"The competition is about to begin. What do you think of your opponent, Mr. Kamikisuke?"

"Can you tell the truth?" Jiang Yang said with a smile.

"Of course I'm telling the truth." Reporter Xiaoyuan said with a smile. She knew Teacher Jiang's venomous speaking style.

"I have nothing to say about Mr. Kamikisuke. A few days ago, I didn't even know there was such a person. A sixth-degree black belt was not worth getting to know. Maybe you would say, shouldn't you understand your opponent and take him seriously?"

"It depends on the opponent. For example, when an adult faces a seven- or eight-year-old child, does he need to understand him? Does he need to take him seriously? Do you want to take him seriously and beat him to death?"

"Haha, what you said, Teacher Jiang, is really interesting." Xiaoyuan was amused.

Say the same thing, depending on who the target is.

If it were NHK reporter Tsuneko Mikami, she would be angry again.

No, in the Japanese live broadcast room, Neon netizens were complaining about the arrogance of the gangsters and their lack of respect for their opponents.

"Just telling the truth." Jiang Yang smiled lightly.

He is telling the truth.

Sometimes no one believes you if you tell the truth.

"Mr. Shenmujie is a sixth-degree black belt. Teacher Jiang, do we still need to be serious?" Xiaoyuan said with a smile.

The reporter's words were pleasant to Jiang Yang's ears.

"A sixth-degree black belt is just to scare those of you who have never studied martial arts. A sixth-degree black belt is not necessarily better than a fourth-degree black belt."

"I see, Teacher Jiang, I see that you are full of confidence. Can Teacher Jiang say hello to the netizens?"

Jiang Yang looked at the camera, "hello, family members in China, thank you for your support, there is nothing in return, I can only beat up Xiaotian to cheer you up and make everyone happy. Wait and see how I play Shenmujie, I said Some netizens may not understand me and think that bragging and arrogance will lead to defeat, which does not exist.

Anyone who knows me knows that I have always failed to keep my words. This competition is also related to the reputation of Tang Dynasty Kung Fu and Karate. I believe in my strength. If I step on a sixth-level karate guy, I will step on him as if I were stepping on a chicken.

Let me ask you, this time, how do you want to see me torture Kamikisuke? Last time you said you wanted me to perform a Tang Dynasty martial arts and then explode Fujimoto Tsuna's balls. I did it.

Any ideas on playing fair. "

"Keep popping balls!"

"Blast the egg!"

"Let the little boy tremble when he hears the reputation of the Exploding Egg Immortal."

"Remember you are the Exploding Egg Immortal."

"It's okay to beat and cry!"

"Today is my birthday. I want to eat eggs. I just want to take a bite of fried eggs. Is that okay?"

hehe~~
Jiang Yang saw the barrage and said, "Really, what kind of hobby is this? I have a friend who wants to eat eggs for his birthday, okay, I'll give you this birthday gift."

"Haha!" reporter Xiaoyuan laughed.

Teacher Jiang is a very funny person, interviewing him was very interesting and the atmosphere was joyful.

In contrast, Shen Mujie talks informally and smiles.

Next, the reporter Xiaoyuan went to the next door to interview Mr. Shen Mujie, and the atmosphere in the room was a bit depressing.

A dozen Neon people wearing karate uniforms were kneeling on the mats, among them Shen Mujie was resting with his eyes closed.

An assistant reminded reporter Xiaoyuan not to make a sound.

Filming is allowed, but no interviews and no noise.

There was a display screen hanging on one wall of the room, and Kamikisuke and a group of karate disciples appeared on the screen.

It is also being broadcast live. It is their own team who is watching the live broadcast. The people watching the live broadcast are not netizens, but Kobayashi-ryu karate, which is spread across more than 100 dojos in Neon Country.

Every dojo in the neon-filled Kobayashi-ryu dojo is performing the same scene: there are as many as hundreds, as few as fifty or sixty karate students and teachers, kneeling on the ground together watching the live broadcast.

And in the Kobayashiryu Karate Association, the largest number of people, about 600 people sat kneeling in an empty auditorium, watching the live broadcast.

There are two men in the C seat in the front row. One of them is in his early thirties and has good looks. He is Chika Kento, a seventh-degree black belt. He is a descendant of Chika Asanobu, the founder of Kobayashi-ryu Karate. As expected, Chika Kento will be The next president of the General Conference.

Another lean man is Morikawa Sango, a ninth-degree black belt. He is the general advisor of the Kobayashi-ryu Karate Federation and is also the most capable in actual combat.

In an elegant room of the General Assembly, the 70-year-old president, Suzuki Dayo, a [-]th-degree black belt, knelt on a mat and watched the live broadcast.

The competition between Kamikisuke and the Tang people is closely related to the reputation and reputation accumulated by Kobayashi Ryu for decades. Therefore, Kobayashi Ryu Karate, including the Federation, is very concerned about it.

"In this atmosphere, it feels like the little devils are trying to make ends meet or succeed." "They can't afford to lose."

"Why am I worried?"

"Don't panic, it's just pretending."

"If you lose this battle, don't cut your belly?"

"They suddenly said: Long live the emperor!"

Don't tell me, those who actually shouted "Long Live the Emperor" were not shouting by Kamikisuke, but the neon netizens in the Japanese live broadcast room. They were shouting:
"Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Karate is the strongest on the surface!"

"Bushido [bloody sword]!"

"Master Shenmu, please!"

"Please, we must defeat Tang Guo Kung Fu."

"The gangster Jiang Yang from the Tang Dynasty is too arrogant. He said that our karate is weak and we must kill him!"

The atmospheres in the Japanese live broadcast room and the Mandarin live broadcast room are completely different, one is joyful and the other is solemn.

"Master, the next door is so serious." Xia Weiwei smiled and showed Master the live broadcast on her mobile phone.

"They can't afford to lose." Jiang Yang said with a smile.

"Will this guy commit seppuku if he loses? I saw in the movie that the Neon people pledged their allegiance to their emperor and committed seppuku to apologize?" Bai Xiaoni asked curiously as she got closer and looked at the live broadcast.

"If we go forward 60 years in time, we would have committed seppuku, but now." Jiang Yang shook his head and smiled, "The times are different, the wave of the great era, the Bushido spirit only exists in literature, film and television animation works, how many young people believe in this , that is, loyalty to the emperor. The current Neon Emperor is just a symbol and has no actual power. The words "Long Live the Emperor" no longer have the faith they once had.

The lack of faith is not only a problem for the young generation of Neon, but also for young people all over the world. "

The implication is that Kamikisuke will not commit seppuku.

"Mirai Shoukura and Tsuna Fujimoto didn't commit seppuku, otherwise it wouldn't be enough for them to do it ten times." Gao Meng said with a smile.

After a pause, Gao Meng said: "Why don't we give Kamikisuke a gift, give him a samurai sword, tease him a bit, and see if he dares to commit seppuku."

"Haha, yes, you can give me a samurai sword." Wang Qiang agreed with a smile.

"Is it true that he committed seppuku?" Bai Xiaoni said.

"If you really commit seppuku, what does that have to do with us?" Gao Meng spread his hands.

"Master, have I asked someone to prepare it?" Xia Weiwei asked.

The original plan was to give Kamikisuke a pair of crutches.

Jiang Yang nodded, "Crutches are too thin as a gift, I want to give another samurai sword, lest the Neon people say that I don't respect my opponent, give a samurai sword to show respect, we are a country of etiquette, etiquette must be in place. "

Xia Weiwei smiled and was sending a message.

An hour later, an assistant came in with a rectangular box. Bai Xiaoni took it and opened it and saw that it was a samurai sword. The workmanship was quite fine.

"It depends on whether Shen Mujie dares to commit seppuku." Bai Xiaoni put the knife back into the box and said with a smile, "Master, from now on, we will give each Neon man a knife to see who will actually commit seppuku or not. Are you saying that no one dares?"

"I said, Xiaoni, you are a girl, a beautiful girl. Shouldn't you be afraid of bloody scenes like seppuku? I don't even dare to watch it." Li Lei said with a smile.

"What's there to be afraid of? The only thing I'm afraid of is learning martial arts. I've even killed pigs." Bai Xiaoni said.

"Have you ever killed a pig?" Li Lei, the others, even the master also looked at her.

"Is this weird?" Bai Xiaoni said with a smile, "I like traveling. Last year I went to a rural village in the north and watched them slaughter pigs locally. I thought it was fun and I followed suit. I also have a video."

Bai Xiaoni said that she found the video of the pig killing on her mobile phone.

I guess, it really is.

In the video, Xiaoni is actually killing a pig with a butcher's knife, and there is also a video of dividing the meat.

"Nice!" Li Lei gave a thumbs up, "I don't even dare to kill a chicken. My wife dares to kill a chicken, but I don't."

"Coincidentally, I don't dare, my wife also kills chickens at home." Gao Meng said.

Jiang Yang smiled and said nothing. He could say that he had never killed chickens before. It was his mother who killed chickens at home, but his father seemed to have never killed chickens before.

While a few people were chatting, people began to enter the art gallery.

The venue can accommodate 600 people.

The stage was transformed into a competition ring surrounded by iron nets.

This kind of iron net prevents the audience from jumping into the ring, and also prevents the audience from throwing rotten eggs or something.

No doubt someone in the Neon audience must have prepared rotten eggs.

That's right, Fujino and the others prepared rotten eggs, stuffed them in their trouser pockets, and threw them away when the gangster came out.

The 600 seats were all occupied, of which 200 seats were for Tang people and the remaining 400 seats were for Neon people.

"Tang Guo Kung Fu is rubbish!"

"Karate is vulnerable!"

"Karate is the strongest on the surface!"

……

Fujino and He Jie each led their teams, fighting outside and fighting again inside.

Amidst the shouts, Chiba Katsuhira and his son came in, looking for a place.

"Father, we are in this row." Mrs. Xiaozheng shouted.

Found them, they are in the middle of row 32.

Dad sat down, but Little Shota didn't sit down. He stood and watched the shouts in front of him.

"Dad, we are the most powerful in karate, right?" Xiao Shota asked his father.

"Well, karate is one of the most powerful martial arts on the surface." Chiba Katsuhira nodded.

While talking, he fist-bumped his son and said, "Yeah, karate is the best!" Xiao Shota cheered.

"Who said that?" A voice sounded from behind.

"It's you again?" Xiaozheng was too unhappy.

Coincidentally, Xiao Lin Qiao, a little boy from the Tang Dynasty with a tough head and a tough brain, was sitting in the back row.

"It's me again." Xiao Lin Qiao clenched her fists at Xiao Zhengtai.

"Hmph!" Xiao Shota returned his fist and shouted loudly: "We are very good at karate!"

"Haha, I'm not good at karate, I'm not good at all."

"You're talking nonsense about how powerful karate is. My dad said karate is the strongest on the face of the earth."

"That's because your father lied to you." Xiao Linqiao retorted, "There are videos online. Didn't you watch them? Our kung fu defeated you."

"You...you are talking nonsense, I want to challenge you!"

Whoops!

Mrs. Xiaozheng said challenge!
The adults around him, whether they were Neon people or Tang people, all found it funny.

"You can't beat me. You are no match for me. I can beat you to tears with just one punch." Xiao Linqiao looked dismissive.

"You are no match for me, I will beat you to tears!" Xiao Zhengtai said fiercely.

"Hmph, anyway, you are no match for me, and I won't fight you." Xiao Linqiao said.

"Why don't you dare to fight him? It's not okay to be a coward." A foreign student from Tang Dynasty teased Xiao Linqiao.

"I'm not a coward. He is a sissy, like a girl. I won't fight with him. Even if he wins, he will be accused of bullying girls." Xiao Linqiao said seriously.

"Haha!" At these words, several adults on the spot laughed.

This is what it says-

"Wow!"

Little Shota screamed and cried again, "Dad, Dad, he said I look like a girl, but I'm not a girl, wuwu!"

Damn it, the young lady is crying again.

In the PK between primary school students from the two countries, Xiao Linqiao won another round.

(End of this chapter)