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Chapter 27 How could netizens be brainless?
Park Bu-dao was bleeding heavily and it was too late when he was rushed to the hospital. The doctors turned pale with fear after the examination. Park Bu-dao's body had become a pool of mud and even his bones were burnt and brittle like hollow popcorn.

When the knife went down, a pool of rotten flesh and blood spurted out on the operating table, and the female doctor was so scared that she screamed and ran out.

Those who often kill people know that this kind of corpse with no injuries on the surface is actually the most terrifying and frightening. The female doctor obviously did not kill people often. She had no experience at all. She ran out of the operating room and knelt on the ground, defecating, urinating, and vomiting.

When Park Bu-do challenged Ji Yang, there were many media present and the stick was not big, so the whole country knew about it in the blink of an eye.

before hitting.

"We Koreans finally have a real man."

"Master Park will definitely be able to defeat the opponent."

"Longguo is a tiny country, and its map is not even as big as our country. What kind of inheritance can it have?"

"We in Korea are technologically advanced, and we can travel across the country very quickly by car. I heard that Dragon Country has only muddy roads, and it would take a long time to travel across the country."

"Frogs in the well, you are all frogs in the well, the Dragon Nation is very powerful..."

"The upstairs gang raped."

"I'm going to send him a dead rat."

"Who is the master? Why park him?"

After the fight.

"Assi."

"You didn't even last one second, you loser. It would be fine if you could have lasted three seconds. This is an insult to all of us Korean men."

"Destroy it! The Koreans deserve to die! What hope is there for a country like this?"

"Let him crawl to the hospital by himself."

"I can do it too. We're both lying down anyway."

"Where are our masters? Are we just going to let it go like this? The dignity of the Koreans has been lost."

"Damn it, we went to sing and dance downstairs in the other party's hotel. We couldn't let them sleep."

"We must make the other side feel the terror from the sticks."

……

hotel.

Even with the curtains drawn, it still couldn't block out the noisy sounds outside.

The leader stood beside Ji Yang with sweat all over his forehead. Ji Yang was playing games. He really liked playing League of Legends. He used to be a rookie, but now he is a king.

"Master Ji's attack was too heavy."

"I just pushed it, without using any strength."

"This... even though I pushed it a bit, it's still too heavy..."

"Then what should I do? I can't not fight back, right?"

"This... Master Ji probably didn't expect the other party to be so fragile." Secretary Liu wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Leader, the most urgent thing is how to solve this matter. What does the other party say?"

Leader: "The other side hasn't spoken yet."

The Southern Fist King spoke up: "I think this is a scam. How can someone die with just a push? Leader, public opinion cannot be controlled by the other party. We must take the initiative. This is not murder, this is just a duel. As for why the other party died, this... we are also surprised. Let everyone see the right and wrong with their own eyes. Netizens have brains, let them analyze it themselves. Master Ji pushed the other party, or did he push with his fist? Netizens are not stupid enough to think that a push with a fist can kill someone, right?"

The leader is about to cry. You’ve been pushed out for more than ten meters, but you’re still spinning on the ground like a turntable, bleeding as you spin. You’re almost crying and calling Xiaoqiang.

You're telling me this is just a push?
Netizens can’t be that stupid, right?

Is there anyone who believes this kind of thing?
The leader felt that the Southern Fist King was too old and his eyes were blurry, so he treated netizens as fools.

After a moment, the leader looked at the computer thoughtfully, stroked his chin with his fingers and muttered to himself: It turns out that netizens really have no brains!

"Blood spurts out after a push? How much ketchup is that? With such a large amount, the Koreans must be bankrupt, right?"

"Oh, oh, oh, this performance is not real at all. It's not even as engaging as the last Japanese performance. At least they used full special effects, like the broken arm."

"I suggest Korean actresses go to Japan for further studies. Putting aside the code, their movements are not up to standard, their vocals are not matched, and their scenes are too monotonous. They are far from Japanese."

"That's right, Yagyu Takenori lost five fingers at once. I thought his fingers were really lost, but later I found out it was a special effect."

"The special effects of the Koreans are not as good as those of the Japanese."

"You Longguo are talking nonsense. We Koreans have better special effects than the Japanese." The person who was peeking at the screen was anxious. "Do you think we don't have any international students? Longguo is just talking nonsense. We Koreans are the best."

"Have you seen the kind aunt and the friend's mother? If you haven't, what nonsense are you talking about? Ah Xi, why does everyone look down on us Koreans? We have obviously worked very hard."

"Ah, I was wondering why Park Bu-do would lose, it turns out it was all a show."

"Oppa is right. Dragon Country only does these nonsense things."

"I am Park Bu-do's friend. We were having a barbecue. Nothing happened to him at all."

"Look carefully, this man is called Xiao Pu, he has a short flat head and is not very tall, so he can lie down under the table just right. He can perform a big turntable while spraying blood, can you bear it?"

……

Ji Yang turned off the computer, stretched his body, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. The noise outside the window had no effect on him. Ji Yang lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye. He had trained his body and condensed his will. If he wanted to sleep, he just needed to think about it.

Meditation requires abandoning distracting thoughts, and the same is true for falling asleep. Sleeping is not necessarily another kind of meditation, both of which involve the consciousness falling into chaos. Of course, Ji Yang has not had time to study these aspects.

The next morning.

Ji Yang got up on time, turned on the light and practiced boxing in the room, took a shower and put on his clothes, and then went to the restaurant. While eating, Ji Yang's will suddenly jumped, and he looked towards the direction of the country in surprise.

It seemed like an extremely huge body of will was being born there, but it was so far away that Ji Yang didn't know what it was.

After pondering for a moment, Ji Yang felt that there was no need to rush and he could wait until he returned home.

After dinner, the leader came over with a serious look on his face and said, "The pressure from Korean public opinion is a bit great. They said they want to hold a few more competitions and invite us to compete on stage, so that the Korean people can vent their negative emotions."

Before Ji Yang could speak, Secretary Liu quickly said, "Master Ji, you don't have to do anything."

Ji Yang nodded: "Then you should be careful and don't get attacked. Poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people. It would be bad if an accident happened."

Ji Yang had no chance to make a move, so naturally he would not leave the hotel. He turned on the TV and watched the live broadcast. After the discussion, there were winners and losers in the game. The other side sent out some old veterans, whose qi and blood were declining, but they were full of momentum.

On Ji Yang's side, the Southern Fist King, the Northern Leg King, Xiahou Wu and others came out with a group of nameless monks. They won and lost, and the game ended in a draw.

Koreans were still dissatisfied, and grumbled about why they didn't win. However, the official propaganda of the significance of this competition successfully diverted the conflict and guided public opinion.

Ji Yang stood on the balcony of the hotel and looked down. The Korean people who had gathered began to retreat. They had been besieging the hotel for a day and a night. Now that public opinion had shifted, they naturally left. However, Ji Yang was not looking at the people, but at the tops of these people. Countless mental powers gathered into an extremely large aggregate. In Ji Yang's eyes, this aggregate put a lot of pressure on him.

After all, this is a hostile will. The will between Ji Yang's eyebrows was beating wildly, giving continuous warnings.

Secretary Liu stood behind him and said with a smile: "Master Ji, don't worry. We have already communicated. We will leave Korea and go to Japan tomorrow. After we leave, these people will not remember Master Ji in three days."

Ji Yang nodded. The mortal eye could not see the existence of the will. After becoming extraordinary, Ji Yang found that there were extraordinary people everywhere.

Secretary Liu saw that Ji Yang was still serious, and he didn't understand why, but he thought Ji Yang was worried that the stick would be damaged. So he patted Ji Yang's shoulder in a comforting manner, and then went back to arrange things.

Xiahou Wu and others who participated in the martial arts competition are about to come back. As a man of work, Secretary Liu naturally has to make proper arrangements and hold a welcome party for them.

Ji Yang did not leave, and kept watching the will bodies until the people downstairs left, and these will bodies began to dissipate quickly. They floated in the void, without an object to rely on. After the mental fluctuations were no longer generated, the will bodies that could not be replenished could only dissipate. This is rootless duckweed.

Let’s celebrate together in the evening.

The next day, Ji Yang drove to the airport and left with the team.

In order to avoid any accidents, the Korean authorities also sent people to escort them. If nothing unexpected happens, this departure will be smooth.

But things are so unexpected.

Ji Yang and his group entered the terminal hall, chatting and laughing. A young man with his face covered hurriedly walked over from the crowd not far away. Ji Yang took off his coat and chatted and laughed with Xia Hou Wu. As if he didn't notice the young man walking quickly behind him, the only thing the young man showed was ecstasy. He took out a bottle from his arms, raised the bottle with crazy eyes and threw it at Ji Yang.

Ji Yang turned his back to the other person, shook his clothes with his right hand, and then threw them back to hang them on his shoulders. However, his strength was a little too strong, and the coat was so tight that it instantly blocked the splashed liquid like a gray silk thread.

The mysterious young man was stunned for a moment, but then he revealed a hint of indifference.

But the next moment, the clothes that were about to fall on Ji Yang's back suddenly shook in the air again like waves, and suddenly the gray coat rolled up like waves, and caught the splashed liquid like a dustpan.

With each shake, the liquid on the gray coat rippled up like plump grains of rice, and flew back in an instant.

As the young man stared in horror, the liquid instantly enveloped him. He first felt a pain in his eyes, then smoke began to come out of his body, and a pungent smell rushed into his nostrils.

"what!!!"

Suddenly a scream was heard. The passengers who were chatting and laughing were so frightened that they shuddered and turned pale. Then they turned their heads and saw a young man rolling on the ground, with smoke coming out of his body.

"It's sulfuric acid." Someone sniffed, his face changed drastically, and he quickly backed away with his luggage.

The entire terminal hall was in chaos.

(End of this chapter)