Are You Promoting National Art? No, I'm Making Money!

Shaking hands platform, company headquarters.

"Hurry up, hurry up... Hurry up and adjust the capacity of the live broadcast room to at least tens of millions, allocate spare resources, and make sure it doesn't collapse..."

"Manager Zhao, we are already working on it, and it will be ready soon."

"This Lin Yaozu is really serious. If you want to start a live broadcast to create hype, can't you contact us in advance? I'm so mad... I almost missed this opportunity.

"Manager Zhao, it seems that we have never contacted him. Moreover, it seems that he has never signed a contract with our platform."

"...Damn... why didn't you remind me before? If he is poached by other platforms, we will lose a lot! Contact him quickly, wait, let me contact you!

After saying that, Manager Zhao left in a hurry.

In the live broadcast room.

: "It's not stuck anymore, it's finally gone, shaking hands to level the "May 47" station should have already killed a programmer, otherwise, it wouldn't be so fast."

: "Eh? It seems to be much better!"

: "In this wave, I support Lin Yaozu, the pretender who defeated Sakura Country.

: "Indeed, indeed, I hope Lin Yaozu discounts all his limbs."

: "It's about to start, start, both of you stand up."

: "A group of sand sculptures, Watanabe-kun is a famous karate master, can he lose to a scumbag? It's ridiculous. w

: "Watanabe-kun, come on, Watanabe sees that I love you."

: "MD, it's disgusting. When you go online, you can also meet a group of traitors, Lin Yaozu, beat me to death with that cherry blossom country hot chicken."

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In the arena.

Watanabe Jiro flexed his muscles and bones, with a sneer on his face, and said contemptuously: "It's not too late for you to kneel down and beg for mercy, kowtow to admit your mistake."

At another diagonal position, Lin Yaozu stretched out his hand impatiently, making an international gesture.

"Idiot, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Hurry up and die!"

As soon as this remark came out, Jiro Watanabe no longer pretended to be hypocritical, and rushed over directly.

Then.

With a heavy punch, hit someone hard in the face.

Lin Yaozu flashed lightly.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the opponent's collar.

Suddenly a force.

Push your shoulders up.

Immediately afterwards.

A standard yoke throw.

"Boom~"

Watanabe Jiro lost his balance, flew into the air, and hit the ground heavily.

After a few seconds.

He got up quickly, with a look of humiliation and embarrassment on his face.

Hastily pounced on it again.

Reverse shoulder throw!

bang~

Charge again.

Spin over the shoulder.

bang~

Then rush up again.

bang~bang~bang~

This scene is exactly the same as the situation where Watanabe Jiro threw Qiao San and the others just now.

However, he was thrown harder, harder, and more often than Qiao San and the others.

At this time.

Watanabe Jiro really couldn't stand such humiliation.

He got up again, trembling with anger, speaking in plastic Mandarin, yelling in a broken voice.

"Baga, can you stop falling over your shoulder?"

"It's a trick in karate."

"Don't you claim to be the inheritor of the national art? Where is your national art?"

Lin Yaozu stretched out his hand, raised his index finger alone, and swung it from side to side, while speaking contemptuously.

"You little Baga, want to learn Chinese martial arts? Are you worthy?"

"Falling over the shoulder is a tactic in karate. Even karate originated from Tangshou in Huaguo. Where did you get the tactic?"

"Come, come, grandpa will show you something different this time."

Hearing these words, although I was a little angry, I was still secretly happy in my heart.

After all, his goal has been achieved.

The other party unexpectedly actually agreed, no longer using the shoulder throw.

To be honest, he was really afraid of being dropped so many times just now.

The point is that the over-the-shoulder fall was too evil, no matter how you dodge or avoid it, it will not help.

In the end, they were all thrown to the ground.

Jiro Watanabe, who had succeeded in his scheme, rushed forward again with excitement.

This time, he didn't use his hands or punch, but chose to kick with his feet.

Immediately afterwards.

After a second.

I saw a slap falling from the sky.

directly in his face.

"Crack~"

The extremely crisp sound of slapping the face resounded through the audience.

Everyone who saw this scene subconsciously stretched out their hands to cover their faces as if they felt the same way.

at the same time.

This one forced the pocket to go down, Watanabe Jiro was directly beaten..

After getting up, he quickly backed away, covered his face, and collapsed incoherently.

"You...you...you...you...why are you still slapping your face?"

Lin Yaozu shook his hand with a playful tone.

"My move is called Beast Palm, and it's designed to deal with little Baguas like you.

"Come on! Go on! Aren't you a famous general? That's it?"

"It's almost waterier than water-injected pork."

Watanabe Jiro was so angry that his veins were so violent that he rushed forward like a desperate Saburo, while shouting slogans to cheer himself up.

"Baga, you bastard, go to hell, give me the press"

Ten seconds later.

"scold me?"

"Papa Papa~"

"Press your sister!"

"crack bang bang"

"Master, you~"

"Crack clap clap clap ~"

Lin Yaozu waved his arms wildly, bowed left and right, crazily grabbing the big mouth.

The speed is so fast that afterimages have already been thrown out.

Scolding and beating at the same time, the posture is extremely arrogant, and the scene is extremely brutal.

now.

In the arena, Jiro Watanabe had been beaten into a daze, his face began to swell visible to the naked eye, his eyes turned white, and he was about to lose consciousness.

After Lin Yaozu greeted him, he circled back and poked his feet twice in a row.

"Crack~click~"

After two crisp sounds, Watanabe Ci's two legs were disabled.

Immediately afterwards.

Lin Yaozu slammed his palm on the opponent's shoulder again, directly giving up 4.0 Henjiro and knelt on the ground fiercely.

At the same time, through this palm, a dark force was sent into the opponent's body.

location!

The core of the human being is placed in the position of the vertebrae and the dragon.

Attack time!

Like that pug, it's all one month.

Dark energy works!

That's all paralysis!

And successfully contributed to the medical cause of Sakura Country!

This moment.

Watanabe Jiro, who was beaten like a dead dog in the ring, had a swollen face, rolled his eyes, and knelt on the ground with twisted legs, as if he was pleading guilty.

then.

As Lin Yaozu's palm left the opponent's shoulder, Watanabe Jiro seemed to be dead, his body bent forward, and his face fell down.

"Boom~"

With a muffled sound, it hit the ring.

this moment.

The audience is boiling!.