Record...all wins!
Not many people died, but there were quite a few with broken arms and legs.
Some even left comments like 'I don't want it to be boring next time'.
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"hateful!"
At night, people were excited under the related topics on Weibo.
"These bastards are going too far!"
"They are strong, that's true, but is it really okay to bully others like this?"
"Where are the masters of our ancient Eastern nation? Why are we letting them bully us and show off their power? Why not fight them back?!"
"The person above, I have the same expectations as you, but reality is cruel. Ten years ago, we were crushed. If there really were masters, they wouldn't have waited until now to make a move."
"Isn't that Mr. Yang?!"
"Aren't there any experts among the people?!"
"Mr. Yang is very powerful, but that's just an exception. Besides, he's too old."
"Alas, although I am very unwilling, I even want to say to all the warriors who practice weapons: if you really can't do it, just give up. If you continue to fight, more people will die..."
"What nonsense are you talking about, this!!!"
"Nonsense? Ten years ago, we already lost a group of weapon experts. Ten years later, another group died? Everyone in the field of weapons is almost extinct!"
"But···"
Sad and angry.
It’s so frustrating!
Especially some netizens from the island countries who just want to watch the fun and come to mock and verbally humiliate.
That’s too much!
Netizens from the ancient oriental country desperately want to fight back.
But I can’t fight back!
The results were right in front of us. The disparity was simply too great to be true. How could we fight back? How could we fight back?!
Even if it's just talking, it must be based on strength.
Is it useful to brag? The more you brag, the more painful the slap in the face will be.
This is cruel, but realistic.
the next day.
The challenge continues.
But the result was even worse than the first day.
There were some masters who came on stage, but they were still far behind Yang Weitaro and others. Six of them defeated Battousai's disciples and won the qualification to challenge Battousai, but none of them could kill them.
When fighting with Battousai, he was defeated and could not block a single blow.
It’s not that they are not strong, it’s just that Battousai is too powerful.
The knife was so fast that it was really unreasonable.
More than a hundred people died!
"well."
Gan Zhi frowned and sighed: "All the masters trained by our Changsheng Biological Group have lost."
Gan Ye added: "Other companies train similar people."
"Last-minute efforts really don't work."
Both of them felt helpless and uncomfortable.
But there is no way, this is the fact and we can only accept it.
It was getting dark.
In the live broadcast room, Battousai walked onto the stage.
Looking at the live camera, Gu Jing Wu Bo said, "Is that all? I'm so disappointed. In fact, there's not a single person worth my seriousness?"
"I heard that there's a man named Lin Bin in your Dongfang Country who's eight feet tall and has an eight-foot waist. How powerful is he?"
"Why doesn't he come?"
Um? !
Inside the rental house, Lin Bin narrowed his eyes slightly, but his disciples including Zhu Jianye and Gan Zhi all changed their expressions.
"Master? He..."
"Are you really coming for me?"
Lin Bin smiled and said, "Don't worry."
Hearing him say this, everyone felt relieved.
They thought Lin Bin would not be angered by this kind of provocation, let alone challenge it, so after chatting for a while, they all went their separate ways.
"Not going?"
But the big goblin felt something was wrong.
"Looking at him like this, I'm afraid he'll come knocking on your door even if you don't go. What are you going to do?"
"Why not?"
Lin Bin stood up and turned off the live broadcast.
"I didn't go before because the time wasn't right. If I had gone, the chances of winning wouldn't have been great, and I might even have ended up with another dead body."
"Does that mean you are sure now?"
Lin Bin looked at the big demon with a scorching gaze: "There are some, and most of those who died were from our national martial arts circle."
“Many of them are even elites.”
"Chinese martial arts are already declining. If this continues, it will only get worse and worse, and they will step on our heads and bully us."
"I can't wait until he comes to trouble me. I can't wait until I have a 100% chance of winning."
"Let's end this as soon as possible. Tomorrow morning, I will go fight him!"
"Have you thought about it?"
The big demon didn't seem surprised at all, but said with a worried look on his face: "With your strength, facing Battousai, I'm afraid..."
“You won’t know until you try it.”
"Isn't it?"
Lin Bin smiled, but a hint of cruelty rose in his heart.
He really couldn't stand it when he saw so many martial artists risking their lives and shedding their blood, only to be met with disdainful ridicule.
The reason why I haven't taken action yet is, firstly, that I was a little hesitant yesterday, and secondly, and the most important reason, is that I haven't got the weapon I asked Lao Tong to make yet.
In terms of hard power, Lin Bin has confirmed that he is indeed inferior to the current Battousai.
This has nothing to do with whether you have internal strength or not.
Internal strength is always just internal strength, and it cannot be like the legendary internal skills that can even turn into a golden bell to protect the body.
If a knife hits the vital part, even the most powerful girl in the factory will lose her energy.
But Battousai is a really good swordsman, and he uses the Iaijutsu, a sword technique that can kill with one blow. If you go there rashly, you can easily lose your life.
Lin Bin had no idea that there was a big devil hiding beside him who was ready to show off at any time.
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