Bizarre blind date: All the female guests are ex-girlfriends?

Just then, a comment from the country of cherry blossoms suddenly appeared on all the screens.

[Hahaha, you bunch of little Chinese, if you lose again this time, your country will be wiped out!]

"If you're willing to acknowledge us, the people of Japan, as your ancestors, we'll take you in, how about that?"

Since your Dragon Kingdom is about to perish anyway, you might as well pledge allegiance to our Sakura Kingdom now, and you might at least save your dog's life!

These comments caused an uproar throughout China.

"Damn! These Japanese devils are too arrogant!"

"Damn it! I can't take it anymore!"

"Zhou Tian! You have to win! You have to show these little devils how powerful our Dragon Kingdom is!"

Countless Chinese people stared intently at the screen, their eyes red with rage.

At this moment, everyone's hopes were pinned on that somewhat thin young man.

In the rest area of ​​the eerie space.

Zhou Tian slowly stood up.

He looked down at Yamamoto Ichiro, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"You're right, I really don't have any supernatural items."

"but."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his voice as icy as ice.

"You bunch of trash, you think you're worthy to compete with me?"

The moment these words were spoken, the entire lounge fell silent.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock and mockery.

This penniless guy from China can't even produce a supernatural prop, yet he dares to say such things.

Is he crazy?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After a brief silence, Yamamoto Ichiro burst into a shrill laugh.

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, tears welling up in his eyes, and his finger pointing at Zhou Tian was trembling.

"What...what did you say?"

"Us, these pieces of trash?"

"Hahahaha! Did you hear that? This Chinese guy who can't even produce any supernatural props actually calls us trash?"

The contestants from the surrounding smaller countries also started laughing, looking at Zhou Tian as if he were a clown.

"Is this guy scared out of his wits?"

"The Dragon Kingdom is truly finished; they even sent out someone with such a muddle-headed mind."

"Oh, how pitiful..."

The blond, blue-eyed American man shook his head, his face full of disdain.

In his view, Zhou Tian was nothing more than a clown.

After laughing enough, Yamamoto Ichiro's face gradually darkened.

He strode up to Zhou Tian and looked down at him, who was sitting on the sofa.

"Baka!"

"You little Chinese brat, are you tired of living?"

"Do you know that just because of what you said, I could kill you right here?"

Yamamoto Ichiro's voice was filled with murderous intent.

His hand was already on the short knife at his waist, as if he would draw it at any moment.

Zhou Tian raised his head and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Oh?"

"Then give it a try."

His voice was calm, so calm it sent chills down your spine.

Yamamoto Ichiro felt a jolt in his heart when he saw that look, but he was quickly blinded by anger.

"Baka yarou!"

"You damn bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

Yamamoto Ichiro roared, drew his short sword from his waist, and slashed at Zhou Tian!

The blade flashed through the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

The other contestants all wore expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

In their eyes, Zhou Tian, ​​this frail Chinese man, would surely be cleaved in two with a single stroke.

however.

The next second, everyone's expression froze.

Without dodging or avoiding, just as the short knife was about to fall, Zhou Tian suddenly raised his right foot!

Kick it out!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Yamamoto Ichiro was sent flying backwards as if he had been hit by a train!

The dagger flew from his hand, spun a few times in the air, and stuck into the ceiling.

He himself slammed heavily against the wall several meters away, making a dull thud.

"puff!"

Yamamoto Ichiro coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up.

The entire lounge was completely silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking at the scene in disbelief.

"This...how is this possible?!"

The Black athlete gasped in surprise, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor.

The American man's glass froze in mid-air, and for the first time, a serious look appeared in his eyes.

The other contestants gasped in shock, their gazes towards Zhou Tian completely changing.

This seemingly frail Chinese man actually kicked Yamamoto Ichiro away with a single kick?!

How much strength must that take?!

Zhou Tian slowly withdrew his foot and patted off non-existent dust from his trouser leg.

His face still held a calm and composed expression.

"I told you, you bunch of trash are not worthy to compete with me."

His voice wasn't loud, but it resounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

Yamamoto Ichiro struggled to get up, but the excruciating pain in his chest made him unable to exert any strength.

He clutched his chest, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

"You...you..."

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then spat out another mouthful of blood.

Just then.

"That's enough!"

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

The voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling aura.

This caused the temperature in the entire lounge to drop several degrees suddenly.

Everyone involuntarily shivered.

Zhou Tian raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction of the sound.

At the entrance to the lounge, a woman appeared out of nowhere.

No, to be precise, she was a female ghost.

She was wearing a black office lady uniform, well-tailored, which perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure.

Beneath the black bodycon skirt were a pair of beautiful, straight, and slender legs encased in black stockings.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her features like a meticulously sculpted work of art.

But there was no warmth in those eyes, as cold as ice that had stood for millennia.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her skin appear even whiter.

She just stood there, a sexy and beautiful woman, yet she exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

Everyone instinctively held their breath.

The female ghost's gaze swept over everyone present, finally landing on Zhou Tian.

A strange light flashed in her eyes, but it quickly returned to its icy expression.

"You humans, anyone who dares to move again, dies!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Yamamoto Ichiro's expression changed when he saw the female ghost.

He struggled to his feet, clutching his chest, as if trying to say something.

"I...I just wanted to teach this arrogant brat a lesson..."

Before he could finish speaking, the female ghost's gaze fell on him.

His gaze was icy and chilling, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Yamamoto Ichiro shuddered, swallowing back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He could sense that this female ghost was truly going to kill him.

"snort."

The female ghost snorted coldly, ignoring Yamamoto Ichiro, and turned to look at everyone.