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The mixed-race beauty Meng Jiaoman glanced at everyone and smiled and said, "Now, please come to the stage freely. Our competition will take place for three hours in total. Please seize the time! Whoever can stand to the end will have to rely on their own abilities!"

After she finished speaking, she walked straight off the stage. The old man in Tang suit and the young man in white also followed her down. They all sat in the position they had prepared long ago and looked at them with a smile.

But for a moment, everyone looked at each other and no one came on stage. Obviously, everyone knew that it would be a disadvantage to go on stage first.

When the mixed-race beauty Meng Jiaoman and the other two saw this, they were not anxious at all, but just looked at it calmly.

Han Yang was even more suspicious of Meng Jiaoman's purpose. He didn't believe it. This guy came to Xiaoxian from Hong Kong Island for nothing, just to hold a competition.

But after thinking for a while, he still couldn't figure out her purpose, and he couldn't help but frown.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, someone finally couldn't hold back his anger. He turned over with a kite and jumped onto the ring very beautifully. When everyone saw that this was a man in his thirties, wearing simple and simple clothes, with harmless smiles on his face. When he went on stage, he bowed his hand and said to everyone: "I'm going down Ximen Xue, I'm showing off my ugly appearance on stage. Please show mercy!"

After hearing what he said, someone immediately applauded and applauded. Long next to Han Yang glanced at him a few times, and snorted disdainfully, saying, "It's ridiculous that you dare to go up with this little bit of fancy move!"

At this time, a young swordsman walked upstairs. He was wearing a long gown and carrying two swords on his back. He looked gentle and elegant, not like a modern person, but like an ancient person.

He did not fly up, but walked slowly up.

After going up, he clasped his fists at the man and said in a cold tone: "Shangguan Hong, let's learn your master's tricks!"

The man glanced up and down at him, then smiled, bowed his fists and said, "I dare not take it, don't dare to take it, please show mercy to your subordinates!"

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly rushed forward and stabbed a dagger straight into the heart of the young swordsman.

Seeing this, everyone's faces changed drastically. Some even exclaimed. Long Yi next to Han Yang even whispered: "What a smile, he hides a knife in his eyes, despicable and shameless!"

Han Yang also frowned slightly and despised him extremely. This man was too insidious. He made such despicable things in full view of everyone.

Fortunately, the young swordsman reacted very quickly and was not as good as the dagger in his hand. The young swordsman kicked the dagger in the man's hand and then flew up again and kicked the man out.

The man's face changed drastically. After landing on the ground, his figure flashed and he went off the ring. He bowed his hand and fisted at the young swordsman and said, "I admire you very much, and I am willing to admit defeat!"

Everyone was defeated by this guy's shamelessness, and the young swordsman frowned and snorted angrily.

The man smiled, picked up his dagger, and hurried back to his seat.

Immediately afterwards, several more people came on stage to challenge the young swordsman, but all failed.

This young swordsman has a level of cultivation in the true qi stage. In addition, he has two swords on his body. He uses two swords at the same time. Suddenly, the sword lights are densely covered with white lights on the entire platform, and the momentum is amazing.

But this time, he was fighting against a cultivator who was a second-level master of True Qi. This cultivator was a short and fat man. His weapon was also very strange. It was a heavy-looking copper hammer.

The young swordsman's cultivation was not as good as his, but his sword skills were sharp and his body was flexible. After fighting the fat man for 300 moves, he finally won with a slight advantage.

The fat man was convinced. Although he had lost a lot of money, when he was about to step down, he was full of admiration for the young swordsman and said, "Yes, at a young age, you have such cultivation. Your future is unlimited!"

The young swordsman looked happy when he heard this, but at this moment he had defeated six people in a row, and his body had almost exhausted the energy, and his face was a little pale.

He planned to step down and recover first, but at this moment, a figure flashed and arrived on the stage.

When everyone saw it, their faces changed slightly. They saw this man wearing a white martial arts uniform and barefoot. Everyone could even see the thick calluses under his feet. He was of medium figure and very thick body. His black short standing like an inverted steel needle, and his eyes were like a tiger and wolf.

After he came on stage, he looked around with a leopard eyes and said coldly with a arrogant look: "I, the 9th Master of Karate of Yamato Nationality, and Ho Hiroshi Ueda! Come and ask for advice!"

When everyone heard this name, their faces changed drastically. They looked at the stage in surprise. Someone even said, "It turned out to be him. Unexpectedly, he came too!"

When Han Yang saw the mixed-race beauty Meng Jiaoman and the three others, the little girl and the two old ladies beside her, his face changed slightly.

Han Yang couldn't help but frowned, turned to look at Long Yi, and Long Yi also frowned and looked at the stage coldly.

He asked, "Brother Long, what's the situation? Why do you all know this person?"

Long turned his head and glanced at him, and said coldly: "Don't you know? Three months ago, there was a karate master in Japan who stepped into my China territory and claimed to challenge me a Chinese martial arts master. In the past three months, there were hundreds of Chinese martial arts masters who died at his hands. And that guy even spoke out and said that I am a Chinese martial arts master, as fragile as a woman, and vulnerable! And this Japanese karate master is called Ueda He Yan!"

"What?" Hearing this, Han Yang's eyes suddenly became cold, "What qualifications do people from a mere island country dare to underestimate my Chinese martial arts and seek death!"

When Long Yi heard this, he sneered, "Brother, you're right. I've been looking for him for a long time. I didn't expect to meet this Japanese devil here. What did you say? Today I'll beat him all over the ground and let him know that my Chinese martial arts will always be above his island country!"

When Han Yang looked around, he found that many Chinese martial artists were also looking at Ueda He Yan with a cold face.
Chapter completed!