"Where are the fighters? Co on, keep fighting!" With no one stepping up, Gangban Rikawa beca even more arrogant, exuding an overwhelming aura as he shouted, "Co on! Keep fighting! Why aren’t you all so cocky now?
Weren’t you all strong just now, saying you wanted to take down? Why aren’t you talking now? Useless, a bunch of useless people, all Huaxia People are useless!"
"Useless! Huaxia People are all useless!"
"Huaxia pigs, Sick Man of East Asia!"
"Huaxia rubbish, keep coming, co and et your doom!"
The surrounding Japanese also followed in jeering.
Second floor.
The look of expectation in Wang ng and Li Ying’s eyes dimd slightly.
"Are we... really beyond hope?" Li Ying’s delicate body trembled as she whispered.
Before Wang ng could respond, a green-haired punk not far away laughed mockingly, "Hahaha, I told you, you all are dreaming. Master’s strength is sothing you can never imagine. No one could be master’s..."
Boom!
Before the green-haired punk finished speaking, on the first floor, a figure suddenly leaped out from the Huaxia People’s side, delivering a fierce kick to Gangban Rikawa’s chest.
Gangban Rikawa groaned, flew back several ters, and crashed into a table, smashing it to pieces.
"I’m up!" The one who suddenly struck was a young man of about twenty-six or twenty-seven, dium build, with a resolute face and sharp eyes, naturally exuding an unusual aura of authority.
This man was the world-class Sanda master invited by the Huaxia side, Wang Wenbin!
As soon as he appeared, all the Huaxia People erupted in excitent!
"That’s great, it’s Wang Wenbin, it’s Wang Wenbin! He finally made a move!"
"Aweso, I’m thrilled, Wang Wenbin is really strong, he kicked Gangban Rikawa flying as soon as he made a move."
"Hahaha, this ti Gangban Rikawa will definitely be beaten senseless!"
On the Huaxia side, everyone was full of anticipation, hoping Wang Wenbin could give Gangban Rikawa a harsh lesson.
"Co on, Jap, co fight !" Wang Wenbin roared angrily!
This ti, in the ring fight, the arrogance of the Jap had long enraged him. This ti, kicking Gangban Rikawa flying imdiately vented his pent-up anger, making his entire aura fierce, as if wanting to unleash all the accumulated fury.
"Heh!" Gangban Rikawa sneered, stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gave Wang Wenbin a cold look, and said in a deep voice, "Not bad, really not bad, you’ve finally got a more decent piece of trash.
But a trash is still trash, no matter how strong, in the end, it’s still trash. Do you really think you can be my opponent?"
"Damn it, Jap, cut the crap, just die already!"
Wang Wenbin didn’t want to waste words, roared, leaped up, and with a sweeping roundhouse kick aid fiercely at Gangban Rikawa, stirring up a gust of wind, making the surrounding people’s clothes flutter.
His attack was extrely fierce, making all the onlookers shocked and fearful, but Gangban Rikawa stood there with a disdainful look, motionless.
"Seeking death!" Wang Wenbin sneered, thinking Gangban Rikawa was too arrogant.
However, just as his right leg was about to hit Gangban Rikawa, Gangban Rikawa suddenly leaned back, skillfully dodging the attack, then countered with a punch, bringing a whistling sound as it smashed towards Wang Wenbin!
"Damn!" Wang Wenbin cursed silently, finally realizing he was too careless!
Or rather, Gangban Rikawa was too strong!
He had never fought Wang Wenbin before, yet in a very short ti, grasped Wang Wenbin’s attack rhythm!
The timing of the counterattack perfectly cut off all of Wang Wenbin’s defensive chances!
Bang!
Gangban Rikawa’s massive fist slamd down on Wang Wenbin’s temple like a giant hamr.
"Ah!"
Wang Wenbin scread, was knocked flying, and heavily crashed to the ground, his entire mind dizzy, a blank in his head.
"Wang Wenbin! Are you alright!"
"Wang Wenbin!"
On the Huaxia side, everyone scread anxiously, their hearts in their throats.
Wang Wenbin was a world-class Sanda master!
He even won a world championship!
If even he could not defeat Gangban Rikawa, who could handle this damned Japanese?
"Bah!" Gangban Rikawa spat towards Wang Wenbin, mocking, "Trash, you’re a real piece of garbage. Sick Man of East Asia, weren’t you looking quite spirited just now? Why are you lying on the ground like a dead dog now?"
"Damn it, again!" Wang Wenbin was unconvinced, thinking it was his own carelessness, stood up, roared furiously, and charged at Gangban Rikawa.
Gangban Rikawa wasn’t afraid at all, and the mont Wang Wenbin got close, he casually kicked.
Bang! Boom!
Wang Wenbin was sent flying again, landing heavily, smashing several chairs around him to pieces.
"Damn it, I, I..."
Wang Wenbin was so furious his whole body was about to explode, wanting to stand up, but found himself too injured to even stand.
At that mont, Gangban Rikawa gave a low shout, leaped and landed beside Wang Wenbin.
Bang!
Another kick, sending Wang Wenbin back to the center of the arena.
"Hahaha!"
Gangban Rikawa laughed wildly, glanced at Nie Tianxing and others, and mocked, "Did you see that? You brainless Huaxia pigs, trash, you such trash living in this world is simply wasting air!
Every single one of you dare to call yourself Martial Dao masters, all bullshit! Trash! Not worth ntioning! Not even fit to lick my shoes!"
While speaking, Gangban Rikawa took steps, walked up to Wang Wenbin, then raised his foot and trod on Wang Wenbin’s face, grinding it.
"Trash, you bunch of trash, only fit to be like dead dogs, trampled under my feet!" Gangban Rikawa’s arrogance reached its peak, pointed to a Japanese subordinate in front of him, and ordered, "Go get the prepared item!"
"Yes!" The Japanese subordinate responded, ran off, and soon returned with a banner.
Several other Japanese ran over and unfolded the banner together.
"Tell this group of trash, what are the four characters written above?" Gangban Rikawa shouted.
"Sick Man of East Asia!"
"Hahaha, Sick Man of East Asia!"
All the Japanese shouted arrogantly, then laughed wildly!
Gangban Rikawa snorted coldly, grabbed the banner, and threw it along with a pen in front of Wang Wenbin, saying coldly, "Trash, the winner is king, loser is dust, you lost to , sign this banner honestly, admit you are all trash, are the Sick Man of East Asia! I might spare your miserable life."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After saying that, Gangban Rikawa stomped heavily on Wang Wenbin’s back several tis.
"Damn you, beast, I’ll kill you!" Nie Tianxing exploded entirely, roaring furiously, wanting to charge out, but was held back by those beside him.
On the Huaxia side, everyone was about to explode with anger, an unprecedented humiliation, extre unwillingness, yet there was no way out.
If even Wang Wenbin couldn’t do it, continuing to fight would just be asking for humiliation...
What to do?
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