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Chapter 44: We smile too much, and people always think we have a good temper

[I am running out of energy. I wanted to revise the chapters I wrote earlier, but I can’t do it now. Sorry.]

Reporter: "Master Ji, do you think you are using martial arts? Don't you think you are too vulgar?"

Ji Yang looked at the other person calmly: "Then what do you say is martial arts?"

The reporter was stunned for a moment, then said: "I think that martial arts should demonstrate courage, morality, and high quality..."

Ji Yang interrupted her: "I am just an ordinary man. The one you are talking about is a saint. It has nothing to do with me."

After saying that, Ji Yang turned and left.

He has won, and now there is nothing for him to do.

Just leave the negotiation issues to Leader Zhao.

The female reporter caught up with him and asked, "Master Ji, don't you feel that you don't respect women?"

Ji Yang said without even turning his head: "Once we are on the fighting stage, life and death will be decided by fists, and victory or defeat will be determined by lying or standing. If you are not convinced, let's fight again."

The female reporter squeezed her legs together and looked at Ji Yang's tall figure leaving with a blushing face.

She sighed and complained, "You straight guy, aren't you afraid of not being able to find a wife?"

Who would have thought that Ji Yang, who had walked quite far away, actually heard it, and responded without even turning his head. His voice was very loud, like thunder: "You are wrong. Women only look for men based on three conditions: handsome and rich."

The female reporter looked puzzled, lowered her head and muttered to herself as she snapped her fingers, then raised her head and sneered, "What a coward! He can't even count."

She raised her head and pointed her chin proudly at the people around her, but found that the men around her were looking at her meaningfully. The female reporter was puzzled, so she snorted and turned away.

……

Ji Yang knew that he was neither elegant nor good-looking, but he didn't care. What he wanted was victory, no matter what method he used.

The audience around was talking about it, and the media's words were not pleasant to hear either.

Ji Yang didn't care and walked out, wanting to go back to the hotel.

When they were only halfway there, twenty or thirty guys in black warrior costumes suddenly appeared in front of them, along with a few tall and strong men with blond hair and blue eyes.

The other person is not kind.

Ji Yang stopped.

The leader, dressed in black samurai attire and holding a samurai sword, walked over with bowed legs and stopped five steps in front of Ji Yang: "Baga, you are just seeking fame and reputation. We Japanese are not that easy to bully."

Ji Yang raised his eyes and looked at the other person: "You want to challenge me?"

The man raised his chin and acted superior. He only looked at his height that reached Ji Yang's neck. His momentum weakened slightly, and he pointed his nose at Ji Yang's chest: "Wrong, I just came to expose your hypocritical reputation. A true warrior dares to face life and death, dares to fight with iron and blood, not play like a clown like you."

Yokohama Masayoshi ran over and looked at the young man with a sullen face: "Murakami, what do you want to do? We have already admitted defeat."

Murakami sneered, "Baga, you old bastards are so shameless. You are so weak and spineless. You have abandoned the iron blood of our great Japanese Empire. As seniors, shouldn't you exist to inspire the fighting spirit of us young people? But you, a bunch of weak old guys, actually pay homage to the guys from Dragon Country. It's really infuriating."

Yokohama Masayoshi was furious: "Baga, you arrogant fellow, how can you young people understand the efforts of us old guys?"

"No need to say more." Murakami waved his hand disdainfully to interrupt Yokohama Masayoshi's words: "As a young man, I do not have as much experience as you, but our blood is still hot. Those who you dare not challenge, just leave it to us young people. It's ridiculous, samurai fighting, there has never been such a funny scene, only real life and death can show the glory of us samurai." Yokohama Masayoshi wanted to speak, but Ji Yang raised his hand and patted Yokohama Masayoshi on the shoulder, and gave a light push, and Yokohama Masayoshi's old body stepped back.

Ji Yang said nothing, but looked up at the blond and blue-eyed burly man behind them.

Several strong men were grinning, with a playful look on their faces and a teasing look in their eyes. Noticing Ji Yang's gaze, the leading strong man swayed his shoulders and walked over: "Hello, I am Parker, the world boxing champion from the Ugly Country. These are all my former opponents. They are all the strongest people in the boxing world."

Ji Yang nodded.

Boxing champion Parker said lazily: "I heard that you are going to the Ugly Country to exchange with us. In fact, I know a lot about martial arts. This and that..." He made funny gestures and laughed: "I know, I know. I have seen many movies. They are indeed very funny. Kung Fu...haha..."

"I think boxing is the sport that best reflects the strength of human beings. Martial arts and the like are just for show. I will laugh out loud."

"So, there is no need for you to go to the Ugly Country for exchanges. After all, we can watch your performances on TV or in the cinema. We will laugh out loud. Kung Fu makes us happy and it means a lot."

Parker, the ugly American boxing champion, is more than two meters tall, with extremely thick arms and thighs, and a waist as thick as a barrel. He is covered in fat, and his face is covered in layers of fat. His fists are twice the size of an adult's.

He was like a mountain of flesh, standing next to Murakami and others, making him look even taller and more powerful.

The media all around were looking at him enthusiastically, taking pictures frantically, and their cameras were pointed at him.

"He is a strong man from the Ugly Country."

"I know him, the world boxing champion. No one can withstand his punches. His power is too great."

"Martial arts cannot beat boxing."

"There's something good to watch."

Boxing champion Parker and his group listened to the discussions around them. Although they did not understand Japanese, they were still very proud because people express their emotions in similar ways.

He raised his chin proudly, pointed his nose at Ji Yang, and said lazily: "Let me see your performance of jumping around like monkeys. That's cool. I'm glad you know English. That's right, if you don't know English, how can you prove yourself? After all, you Orientals always want to prove your strength in front of us."

The other party looked at him teasingly, and several blond burly men laughed.

Ji Yang smiled and said, "Then let's go together."

Parker was a little surprised: "What did you say? I'm not one of those spineless Japanese barbarians."

Ji Yang was about to speak.

Parker smiled cruelly, clenched his fists and lowered his body. His broad shoulders were like a mountain, casting a shadow over Ji Yang. He grinned and said, "Of course, I won't be as hypocritical and modest as you. If you say we should attack together, then we should attack together. We civilized people are so direct."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his fist as big as a casserole and smashed it over.

Ji Yang rolled his eyes.

A slap in the face.

Snapped!
A basketball-sized head was spinning madly between the broad shoulders, and the neck, which was not very noticeable to begin with, became thinner and longer as it was twisted into a knot.

The scene was quiet.

Ji Yang lazily raised his eyelids and looked at the head that was still spinning: "We smile too much, and others always think we are good-tempered and easy to bully."

(End of this chapter)