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

Chapter 209 On this day, all Neon people feel like mourning!

This demon must be eliminated, and his voice sounded murderous.

Next, each ninja had a bowl and a dagger in front of him.

Pour the wine.

Cut wrist.

Blood dripped into the bowl and mixed with the wine.

The leader of the white-clothed ninja picked up the wine bowl, and then a dozen ninjas all picked up the wine bowl.

All in one drink.

"Exorcism!"

"Exorcism!"

"Exorcism!"

After drinking the blood wine, a dozen ninjas shouted in unison, with determination in their eyes.

It's a quiet, simple room.

There was only a futon in the room and no other furnishings except a coffee table.

An old man wearing a white Taoist uniform knelt down on a futon and closed his eyes to meditate.

"Teacher! Teacher! Teacher..." There was a rush of shouting outside the door.

The shouts came closer.

Then, the door was pushed open by an external force, and five or six men in karate uniforms broke in together.

Regardless of etiquette, when a man came in first, he "thumped" and knelt in front of the old man, "Teacher, we are defeated... Wuwuwu!" As he said this, the man lost control and started crying.

The old man is the current president of Kyokushin Karate, Yamazaki Mamoru, who is known as the "Dragon of Kyokushin".

Yamazaki Mamori frowned, but before he could speak, another man in his early forties with thick eyebrows and big eyes also knelt down and said with a cry, "Teacher, Senior Brother Oiwa has also failed, all of us have failed, failed, we have failed. Ah! Wuwuwu!” The man also cried loudly.

"It's too scary. The Jiangyang Bandit is a devil. The dozens of us are no match for each other. We are simply not human!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusha, I failed in karate, I lost so embarrassingly!"

All the men knelt down in front of the teacher and started crying.

Yamazaki Mamoru's face turned ugly.

"Teacher, this is a video of a martial arts competition." There is only one man with an oval face. He is a disciple of Yamazaki Mamoru, named Sano.

Sano didn't cry and remained calm. He took out his cell phone and gave it to the teacher.

Yamazaki Mamoru took the phone.

"Kyoku Kate Oiwa Masataka, please give me some advice!"

"Not convinced... You all should join together... It's too weak. Is this the karate you are proud of? Congratulations, is this the strongest martial arts on earth that you brag about?"

"If you come up to ten more people, I'll beat ten of them!"

……

At this moment, in addition to the sound of the video, there were the sounds of several men crying in the room.

They were still sitting on the ground, still crying.

And their teacher, Yamazaki Mamoru's expression was ugly and angry at first, then gradually shocked...

Halfway through the video, Yamazaki Mamoru's expression became serious.

The video is not long, just over five minutes.

Yamazaki Mamoru finished reading and remained silent.

"Our reputation is in tatters this time, woohoo!"

"All right!"

Seemingly upset, Yamazaki Mamoru scolded, "You are crying, what are you looking like? Do you still have some bushido spirit?"

The teacher got angry, and several disciples stopped crying.

"Teacher," Sano said, "Our karate masters are no match for the Tang people. We lost, badly. What should we do now, teacher? What are your instructions?"

How to do?
Yamazaki Mamoru said: "This gangster must be eliminated!"

Several disciples were shocked when they heard this.

"There is no doubt that this person's martial arts training has reached the level of spiritual enlightenment. No one can match him in karate." Yamazaki Mamoru showed a tragic look, "Unless this person is eliminated, karate will be a joke and will always be ridiculed by the people. , unless this person is removed, the shame we have suffered will never be washed away."

The teacher is absolutely right.

How to remove it?
The teacher also gave the answer, and Yamazaki Mamoru continued, "It takes extraordinary means to get rid of this person."

What are extraordinary measures?

Sano answered, "Teacher, I have a suggestion. We will pay a reward for the killer. Under the heavy reward, there will be a brave man."

Several other disciples showed surprised expressions, and then they were relieved. This was the only way.

You can't defeat it just above board, you can only use extraordinary means such as assassination.

"Go and do it." Yamazaki Mamoru said.

Sano and the other disciples kowtowed together, "Disciple, please leave!" After kowtowing, several disciples backed out of the room, and the last one closed the door.

,

Tranquility returned to the room.

Has tranquility really been restored?

Yamazaki Mamoru was not so peaceful in his heart.

Who would have thought that a martial arts genius would come out of the Tang Dynasty, and he could not hold his head up in karate.

They were forced to pay for the killer.

Yamazaki Mamoru moved his eyes to the two big characters "Zen Wu" on the wall, and a look of frustration flashed in his eyes, "Amaterasu, is it you who caused the disaster?"

If it wasn't a disaster sent by God, why did a Tang nationality and such a great devil suddenly appear?

At the same time, there was a wave of cheers from the Mount Fuji tournament.

Immediately, the cheers stopped and became quiet again.

"Who else?" Jiang Yang's voice came from the ring.

"Isn't anyone coming up?"

"Is anyone else coming up?"

"Is there anyone else coming up to fight me? Why have you given up? Don't you want to prove it anymore? Don't you want to prove that karate is the strongest martial arts on the face of the earth?"

Shouts spread all around.

Every word was like a whip hitting the neon people at the scene.

Pay attention to the faces of the karate team in the audience.

Everyone looked depressed, as if they were mourning for their heirs.

Many neon people's eyes were still red and still filled with tears. They were as uncomfortable and sad as if their parents had died.

Half an hour ago, they had been so aggressive when they first entered the venue. How could they have reacted like this? How could they have endured the provocations and taunts from the Tang people?

But now, they are all wilted, like eggplants with frost.

Scared of being beaten.

Who would dare to go up and get beaten if I was scared as a child?

No one is a match. The Jiangyang Thief is so terrifying that more than forty people can't defeat him. Who is in this situation?Who dares to go up and embarrass himself?
"Is there no one if I shout again? Is there no one to come up and fight with me? Does that mean I win? I want to declare that Tang Guo Kung Fu wins and defeats your karate?"

Jiang Yang had a smile on his face.

I saw him making a gesture, raising his hands to the surrounding Tang fans.

"Where are the cheers?"

"boom!"

The next second, overwhelming cheers swept across the valley again.

"we won!"

"We won ahhhhh!"

"Haha, we won! We defeated Xiaoli, and Tang Kung Fu defeated karate!"

"In my childhood, your karate skills were weak, hahaha!"

Countless Tang fans cheered, shouted loudly, and loudly vented their excitement.

"Dong dong qiang!"

The sound of gongs and drums sounded, it was the lion dance team, and a pair of lion dance teams came up to the ring.At this moment of victory, of course we must have the characteristics of our Tang Dynasty, and we must have a lion dance team.

Before it was over, Gao Meng, Li Lei, Bai Xiaoni, and hundreds of people from the Tang Guo Kung Fu team all came up.The team members carried more than a dozen banners, such as "Invincible in Chinese Kung Fu", "The Best Master in the World" and "Fighting Master"... The most conspicuous banner was the words "Karate is Vulnerable", which constantly stimulated the neon people. Fragile mind.

"Karate is vulnerable!"

"Karate is vulnerable!"

"Karate is vulnerable!"

In the live broadcast room, barrages are flooding the screen, and countless netizens from the Tang Dynasty are posting the same barrage. At this time, if you don’t want to live a small life to death, when will you?

"Crackling!"

In Tang Dynasty, firecrackers sounded in an alley in Changsha City.

Not only in this alley, but also in other places in the city, residential areas, basketball courts, parking lots, squares, etc., the sound of firecrackers was heard.

Some citizens who don’t know the truth are curious about why there are firecrackers when it’s not the Spring Festival.

Others beat gongs and drums, and some shops hung national flags.

This phenomenon has been staged in many cities such as Changsha, Shancheng, and Jianghai.

This is what netizens, citizens and students from all over the country are celebrating, celebrating the victory in the Tang Dynasty Kung Fu competition on Mount Fuji, and the Neon people crying for their mothers.

The live broadcast of Mount Fuji attracted more than 8000 million netizens from both Tang and Neon countries combined. Tens of millions of Tang netizens witnessed history and witnessed a Tang martial artist challenging karate on Neon’s sacred mountain, Mount Fuji.

Witnessed the martial artist Jiang Yang of the Tang Dynasty, who suppressed karate by himself, beating the neon people until they lost their temper, and beating them to the point of being cowardly.

Shonan University, student cafeteria.

"Yeah~~ We won!" "Long live the Tang Dynasty!" "The great thief!"...

Waves of cheers came from the canteen.

A few students passing by took a look inside curiously, "Wow! So many people!" There were many people in the cafeteria, probably hundreds of them. What were so many people looking at?
In a lecture theater at the same university, Yangcheng University, hundreds of students stood up and cheered loudly: "Boom!"
"Jiangyang Thief!"

"Jiangyang Thief!"

"Jiangyang Thief!"

The contestants are all shouting Jiangyang Bandit, shouting: "Show our country!" "Long live the Tang Dynasty!"

Cheers, firecrackers, gongs and drums... At this moment, all parts of the country are in full swing online and offline, just like the Spring Festival.

On the opposite side of this is the Neon Man, who is both a man of ice and fire.

The atmosphere on Neon's entire network is cold, depressing, and depressing.

Countless neon people are depressed.

On the streets of East Whale, people are coming and going. There are more than a dozen neon people with turbans on their heads and karate costumes. They have been kneeling on the street an hour before the competition on Mount Fuji to support karate in this way.

However, Karate lost.

The defeat was very miserable.

"We lost, we lost, woohoo!"

"Defeated, defeated!"

"Amaterasu, why, why!"

At this moment, these dozen neons were crying bitterly. One of them, a tall and lanky man, was crying so hard that he hammered his head hard, "Ahhhhh... uh..." The next second, the two tall and thin guys were crying. After a quick glance, he fell back.

He fainted from crying.

"Ryosuke! Ryousuke!" The people next to him were shocked when they saw this, and then another one fainted, "Yoshihara, Yoshihara, Yoshihara also fainted!"

Two people fainted one after another, and the scene was in panic.

Many people were watching, and some people took out their mobile phones to call the ambulance.

The scene shifts to a Goju-ryu karate dojo.

In the dojo, hundreds of students were kneeling on the ground, watching the live broadcast.

"Karate is vulnerable!" When the cry came from the live video, when the Tang people were seen standing on the ring, no one in the audience dared to challenge. When the live camera showed a close-up of a banner, "Karate is vulnerable!" When a big character came into view——

A man in his early fifties with a ninth-degree black belt was so angry that he fell backwards.

"Teacher Matsuda fainted!" "Teacher Matsuda fainted!" some students shouted anxiously.

"puff!"

At the same time, a man with a seventh-degree black belt spit out a mouthful of blood.

That’s right, he really vomited blood.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the man also collapsed.

"Furukawa-sensei, Furukawa-sensei!"

Another teacher fainted.

The students in the dojo were in a panic.

On the TV, the competition is over.

Karate was defeated.

Aoki Yushin's eyes were blank, and he looked as if he was lost and stupid.

He remained in this state for several minutes.

Observe carefully, you can see that the corners of Aoki Yushin's mouth are moving, "Failed, defeated, defeated, defeated..." Listen carefully, and you will see that the corners of his mouth are unconsciously making sounds, and he keeps saying "defeated".

Karate was defeated.

Aoki Yunobu’s faith no longer exists either.

"what!"

At this time, a scream from the servant came from upstairs.

Aoki Yushin didn't react, it was like he didn't hear.

"Ah! Ah!" There were two more screams, getting louder and louder. The servant seemed to have encountered something terrifying and screamed in fear.

Aoki Yushin reacted. He looked back at the direction of the stairs. The next second, Aoki Yushin quickly stood up and walked towards the stairs. The teacher's room was upstairs.

problem occurs.

Something happened to the teacher... Aoki Yushin hurried upstairs and saw the servant who was horrified.

The door was open, and Aoki Yunobu looked inside. Then, he saw a horrifying scene: his teacher Fujimoto was sitting on his knees in the room, holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and there was a pool of blood on the ground.

The teacher committed suicide.

The teacher committed suicide by committing seppuku.

……

A few kilometers away from the scene of Fujimoto Tsuna's seppuku, there is an indoor basketball court.

Thousands of people gathered in the venue. They were a fan group organized by the "Demon Exorcist Conference" and organized thousands of people to watch the live broadcast of Mount Fuji.

At this time, the venue with thousands of people was silent, no one spoke... No, it was not that no one spoke, there were sounds of crying, someone cried, several people cried.

A girl wearing glasses burst into tears.

There was also a blond girl in her early 20s who cried hoarsely.

In addition, several boys in the crowd also cried.

In the front row of the live broadcast screen, Fujino and Kimura, the managers of the "Devil Exorcist Conference", did not cry, but everyone looked lost and depressed.

Xinheng Yuya's expression was filled with sadness and anger... Yes, she was trying hard to pretend to be sad and angry, and even squeezed out a tear.

Suddenly, Shinheng Yua stood up, faced the fans behind him, and shouted loudly: "Everyone listen to me."

All the eyes of the thousands of fans turned to her.

"Everyone has seen that Tang Guoren is very powerful, he is very powerful. All our karate masters have lost, but did we just admit defeat like this?" Xinheng Youya shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the basketball stadium, " Are us Neon people so easy to give up? Do you think there is no one in our martial arts world who can't beat him?

I don’t believe it, I believe no one is invincible, and the gangster is very powerful, but I still believe that in our neon martial arts world, there must be someone who can defeat him and defeat him.This is also the purpose of our demon-killing conference.

We need to select the masters and select ten warriors.

Everyone cheer up with me, we need to turn grief and anger into strength, everyone shout with me to defeat Jiangyang Bandit!
Defeat the Jiangyang robber! "

Xinheng Yuya shouted loudly.

Under her leadership, Fujino, Kimura and all the management stood up.

"Down with Jiangyang Bandit!"

First the fans in the front row, then everyone, thousands of people stood up and shouted in unison:

"Down with Jiangyang Bandit!"

"Down with Jiangyang Bandit!"

The shouts roared, and there was a sense of sadness.

(End of this chapter)