Beastization of the whole people: Evolution from the willow tree

"you……"

Long Xiao sheathed his sword.

No sloppiness.

Standing coldly in front of Shibaro by the well.

"Failed."

Plop!

Beside the well, Shibaro kneeled on his knees.

All the strength in his body drained away quickly along the knife edge.

Finally, his eyes turned white and he fell to the ground.

In the first round of the single battle, Long Xiao fights quickly and decides the winner with a single blow!

Long Xiao didn't even look at Shibaro Jingbei, and turned away from the ring, minding his own business like a king returning to the Zhongzhou camp. His confident, indifferent and domineering temperament conquered all the people of Zhongzhou who were watching the game.

"As expected of the leader of the Zhan Dao Regiment, he shocks the prestige of our country in Zhongzhou!"

"Simply and neatly, we can decide the outcome with one strike!"

"Zhongzhou is mighty!"

"Xiao Baga brought shame upon himself!"

Emotions are running high online.

Under the ring, Long Xiao saluted Bai Xiao: "Long Xiao has fulfilled his mission!"

Bai Xiao smiled: "Well done, I should let you, a master of swordsmanship, open the eyes of those little Baga. This is a good start. You don't have to worry about the rest."

"As you command!"

Over there in Japan, people are panicked.

He lost the first game and his momentum was extremely depressed.

Even Umekawa Xiongzhao couldn't help sighing.

At this time, Yamamoto, the ancestor of Double Sword Style, stepped forward with a confident look on his face: "My ancestor, Yamamoto, is stronger than Jingbei Hachiro. My Double Sword Style is unbeatable in Japan. Let me go!"

Ibebe Hachiro, who was lying on the stretcher, was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything. After all, this Yamamoto ancestor was indeed stronger than him and had already reached the jounin level.

And he, Jingbei Jujuro, was only a chuunin.

"Then it's up to you!"

"We must get the score back!"

Umekawa Xiongzhao lowered his head and bowed.

At the same time, he also heated a glass of sake for Mr. Yamamoto.

"I'll send you off with hot wine!"

Umekawa Yusho raised a cup of hot sake.

Mr. Yamamoto raised his hand and pressed the wine glass on the table. He did not drink it, but said casually: "It's not too late to drink this wine when you come back."

"The wine doesn't taste good when it's cold..."

"Who said the wine has gone cold when I come back?!"

Mr. Yamamoto smiled, and his calm and confident demeanor made Umekawa Yusho stand in awe, and he couldn't help but extend his thumbs up in admiration.

"well!"

"Yamamoto-kun is imitating the ancient Guan Yunchang!"

"Warm wine and kill Hua Xiong, how majestic it is!"

"Okay! Since Yamamoto-kun is so ambitious, I will wait for you to drink this glass of wine when you come back. I hope that the wine will still be warm by then, so that it can set off Yamamoto-kun's bravery and invincibility!"

Yamamoto is gone.

He thought his opponent was the King of Soldiers.

It turned out to be White Owl.

"Hey, I haven't played against the Japanese Baga for a long time. I'll do this one, and I'll definitely leave the next one to you."

Facing the slightly sad eyes of the soldiers kings, Bai Xiao laughed loudly, turned around and stepped onto the ring, facing the ancestor of Yamamoto with his double swords.

The next moment.

Mr. Yamamoto didn't even have a chance to react. He could only see a white figure comparable to thunder, rushing towards him like a tiger, and then he was in severe pain all over his body and fell into a coma.

Plop!

Mr. Yamamoto was knocked out of the ring by Bai Xiao's punch.

He fell into coma on the spot and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

The sudden change shocked everyone!

The referee looked at the time tremblingly, it was only five seconds into the second game!

In five seconds, the winner of the second game was decided!

Bai Xiao used thunderous speed to crush the ancestors of Yamamoto!

Bai Xiao stood on the ring, moved his wrist slightly, secretly folded the small white wings on his back, glanced at Mr. Yamamoto, who was still uncertain about his life or death, and then looked at the media cameras all around who were frantically filming him, and grinned.

"We didn't even warm up, so how could we tell the winner?"

Bai Xiao turned around and left the ring.

White cloak, white god of war!

The audience who witnessed this scene was deeply shocked.

On this day, countless hot-blooded men in Zhongzhou regard Bai Xiao and Long Xiao as their male idols, and they yearn for them to become war gods for the country, holding swords to control the frontiers!

…

When the ancestors of Yamamoto returned to the Japanese tent, the wine on the table was indeed still warm, but Umekawa Yusho did not welcome the victory at all and drank the warm sake himself.

He then looked up to the sky and sighed.

"We agreed to come back and drink warm wine."

"Why did you come back lying down?"

Mr. Yamamoto was lying on a stretcher with his life and death uncertain.

Jingbei Shizuro was on the stretcher next door with a strange expression: "Hey, isn't this the ancestor of Jonin Yamamoto? Why did he come back on a stretcher..."

Umechuan Xiongzhao was upset and turned around and yelled: "Baga! Be quiet! Trash! Two trash! Did the country send you here to eat daddy?"

…

In the third game, the King of Soldiers faced off against Yamajiro.

In the first wave, Yamajiro wanted to make a sneak attack, but the King of Soldiers grabbed his calf with lightning speed and threw him around like a chicken, breaking one of his legs on the spot.

"Baga! How dare you insult me!"

Yamajiro pouted, became angry, took out a large number of throwing knives, and threw them wildly at the King of Arms. The flying knives were fast and accurate, but the King of Arms took off his helmet and used it as a shield, and he accurately blocked all the bangs.

Yamashiro was stunned.

Using a helmet as a shield, is there such an operation?

My throwing knife is faster than a bullet at short range!

You can actually block it all for me?

With this kind of terrifying reaction and judgment, are you still a human being?

Faced with Yamajiro's shock, the King of Soldiers just smiled.

Do you really think that spiritual energy enhancement is white enhancement?

Now in my eyes, your movements are almost as fast as an old lady crossing the road, and you are still jumping around like a monkey and a clown!

The next moment, the King of Soldiers did not give him a chance to fight back. He used a military grappling technique and directly locked Yamajiro's throat and fixed the cross. The severe pain forced Yamajiro to plead for mercy and admit defeat.

In the third game, the King of Soldiers won with overwhelming combat power!

Faced with the result, Bai Xiao took it for granted.

Umekawa Xiongzhao's face turned dark. As expected, the domestic call from Japan came, and as soon as he got through, he was yelled at by the other party: "Three points! Three points from Zhongzhou! Ten points in total! What to do next! We must win! We must

Win!"

Umekawa Yuzhao was helpless: "Okay, okay."

…

The fourth game, the King of Soldiers vs. Ninja.

There is no suspense. Facing the all-powerful King of Soldiers who has experienced the strengthening of spiritual energy and has reached the perfect state, even if the ninja tries every possible means, attacks and assassinations, he cannot shake the King of Soldiers even once.

After a few minutes of fighting.

As the King of War struck the ninja's abdomen with a punch that could break gold and stone, the ninja fell to the ground in pain and bent his body like a prawn.

"Hmph!" The King of Soldiers smiled disdainfully, turned around and walked off the ring, and said loudly: "If you are fighting against our Zhongzhou soldiers, you should be mentally prepared to be crushed. We Zhongzhou have nothing to fear!"

In the fourth game, Zhongzhou wins!

Already four points!

As long as you reach five points or more, the victory will be locked!

Over at Meichuan Xiongzhao, the domestic leadership called: "Baga! Baga! We lost again! Zhongzhou has four points! The last personal battle must be won! Otherwise, you will commit seppuku to apologize! Baga!"

Umekawa Yuzhao was about to cry.

Of the five ninjas, four have already lost.

Only the last person in the corner, wearing a black cloak, a ninja logo on his forehead, and straw sandals, looking like an ancient ninja, has not yet appeared.

"Can you... win the last game?"

Umekawa Yuzhao asked almost crying.