Rebirth of the Great Entertainer System

Chapter 570: Brother Matsuryu of the Japanese Country!
However, Fujino Ichiro wanted to leave, but the surrounding crowd refused to let him go. Many people directly blocked the way Fujino Ichiro wanted to go.

Make a bet, make a bet, bet first, and make an appointment later.

It shows that everyone is more interested in the next appointment!
Whoever wins and loses in this competition is not important to the people present.

Most importantly, people want to watch the fun.

Now that some people want to breach the contract, everyone will naturally not agree.

"Fujino Ichiro, after all, you are the champion of the Japanese Karate Competition for three consecutive times, can you have some backbone!"

"Isn't your Japanese country the most about the spirit of samurai? Are you going to play tricks?"

"Can't afford to lose? If so, you Wa country should not participate in the World Martial Arts Competition, it's too embarrassing for us martial arts practitioners!"

……

The people around Fujino Ichiro condemned Fujino Ichiro in different languages.

Facing the crowd in front of him, Fujino Ichiro took a step back slightly, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.Although I don't understand, but listening to the tone and looking at the other person's expression, I know that it will definitely not be a good word.

Ichiro Fujino took a step back, and said to Marven Ye in a deep voice: "I am willing to pay you 100 million dollars to make up for you."

As soon as the words came out, even Fujino Ichiro felt a twinge of heartache. 100 million US dollars is not a small amount of money to him, but for the sake of his own face, he can't care about it now.

After all, the martial arts competition is about to begin, once he takes the stage with a bald head.That will inevitably arouse the doubts of the public fans, and when the time comes, the things here will spread.That would definitely be a devastating blow to his popularity and image of Fujino Ichiro, which is absolutely not allowed by Fujino Ichiro.

What's more, his goal is far more than that.His goal is to stand on the stage of the World Budo Conference and shine, not just an Asian stage.

Although he lost to Marven Ye now, Fujino Ichiro still doesn't think that he will be much weaker than Marven Ye.His eyes were fierce, if he met him on stage, he would definitely pay a heavy price.

His eyebrows were lowered, and his eyes were full of fierceness.

But facing Ichiro Fujino's conditions, it was really not worth mentioning to Marven Ye.

"Hehe, Mr. Fujino. Compared with 100 million US dollars, I think I am more interested in your beautiful hair." Ye Wenxuan replied with a faint smile on his face.

For a moment, Fujino Ichiro felt that the anger in his heart could not be suppressed, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Ye Wenxuan, don't push yourself too hard, 100 million US dollars is already a lot, just to get my hair back, isn't it enough?"

Hearing Fujino Ichiro's question, Marven Ye snorted coldly, and his face turned cold.

"When you asked me to call you the sick man of East Asia, did you ever think about my embarrassment?"

"My condition is only to embarrass you, but you want to shame my entire nation, who is more?!"

Marven Ye looked at Fujino Ichiro coldly, without a trace of pity.

Fujino Ichiro's eyes were full of tyranny, and his right fist was slowly clenched together, as if he was like a lion that might get violent at any time.

Ye Wenxuan's eyes also narrowed slightly, and he took a small step to prevent Fujino Ichiro from jumping over the wall in a hurry.

Just when the atmosphere froze, a thick male voice came from behind the crowd.

"Fujino Ichiro, let go of your fist."

This male voice seemed to have a magical power. Hearing the voice, Fujino Ichiro immediately let go of his tightly clenched fists, and the tyranny in his eyes completely retreated.

Marven Ye looked behind Fujino Ichiro and saw a middle-aged man walking in from the crowd.

About 32 years old, well-proportioned, no exaggerated muscles, streamlined, perfect.

His eyes are piercing, and the gleams of light flashing from time to time are not to be underestimated.With a light beard, he looks full of masculinity.

Wearing a wine red shirt with an open collar, slightly revealing his strong chest muscles, standing there is like a sharp knife in its sheath, but no one can ignore the sharpness underneath.

As soon as the man appeared, the surrounding people exclaimed.

"Miyamoto Koten! The man who sits firmly on the number one spot in Japanese karate, was ranked fourth in the last World Budo Championship, and he is the best winner in Asia!"

"Oh my god, he's here again. I don't know how many times he can get this time!"

"I don't know, but in the international rankings, he has always been in the top five and has never fallen. His strength is very stable!"

……

Ye Wenxuan looked at the man standing behind Fujino Ichiro, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Intuition told Marven Ye that this person...is very dangerous!

There has never been anyone who can give Ye Wenxuan such a feeling, not even Dong Hairong.

Miyamoto Haotian!

Marven Ye had already heard of this name when he came here.

At the Asian level, the last person everyone wants to meet is him!
Because of his superb karate in the last World Martial Arts Conference, he frightened martial arts masters from countless countries.

Miyamoto Haotian didn't pay attention to the comments of the people around him, perhaps to him, these were just some noises like flies, and it didn't matter at all.

Miyamoto Koten walked to Fujino Ichiro's side, and said in a deep voice, "Did you lose?"

The voice was not loud, but it was full of majesty, just like talking to a junior.

Fujino Ichiro was still very arrogant at first, but when he saw Miyamoto Haotian, he was very well-behaved and nodded resentfully.

Miyamoto Koten nodded, and said lightly: "Since you lost, then fulfill your promise. Don't let the warriors in the world think that our Japanese warriors are dishonest, and don't discredit our country."

Although the words are very light, the will inside is very heavy and cannot be rejected!
Fujino Ichiro gritted his teeth slightly, so he took the knife prepared by his companion and began to shave his hair.

To Miyamoto Haotian, he didn't dare to have the slightest disobedience. He remembered that when he was at his peak, he was also at his most swollen.

He resolutely challenged Miyamoto Haotian, but he failed to catch the opponent's three moves, and was kicked out of the ring by the opponent, a disastrous defeat!
At that time, Fujino Ichiro clearly realized the gap between himself and the other party.

Fujino Ichiro shaved his hair in humiliation, staring at Marven Ye, wishing he could eat him.

Miyamoto Haotian put his gaze on Ye Wenxuan, and Ye Wenxuan also put his gaze on Miyamoto Haotian.

The two looked at each other, seeing the curiosity in each other's eyes.

"You... are fine." Miyamoto Haotian said with an inexplicable meaning at the corner of his mouth.

Ye Wenxuan smiled without saying a word, looking at Miyamoto Haotian, thinking of Miyamoto Haotian's surname, something suddenly came to Ye Wenxuan's mind.

"Are you a Songliu disciple?" Marven Ye asked suddenly.

Miyamoto Haotian frowned slightly and nodded.

"Then do you know Ichiro Miyamoto?" Marven Ye asked again.

Hearing this, Miyamoto Haotian frowned, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked straight into Ye Wenxuan's eyes.

After watching for a long time, Miyamoto Haotian said coldly: "You smashed my junior brother Ichiro Miyamoto's gym in Huaxia?"

(End of this chapter)