Chapter 1881 Japanese Ninjutsu

Fifteen minutes later, the betting channel was closed.

Pi Yangyang glanced at the big screen. Although it was not so exaggerated this time, the amount bet on Miyamoto Benro was still more than ten times his.

It seems that these wealthy children in the foggy city are not very smart.

Pi Yangyang calmly came to the ring and looked at Miyamoto Jiro who was standing three meters away from him with a smile on his face.

When the host introduced Miyamoto Jiro, he boasted that he was a top genius in Country J who started practicing martial arts at the age of three.

After being instructed by several top teachers from Country J, he became a martial arts master before he was eighteen years old. He was proficient in several skills including Sanda, free fighting, Chinese martial arts, and was also a ninja master of the Iga school.

Before the fight even started, Miyamoto Jiro had several kinds of halos gathered around him.

The J Country viewing area was in an uproar.

Many Japanese people held up their national flags, beat drums and shouted, filling the entire venue with deafening noise.

Miyamoto Jiro was dressed in a black samurai outfit with a bowl wrapped around his forehead, on which were two large red characters: "必賸" (must be defeated), which were very eye-catching.

He looked to be about 27 or 28 years old, with a sinister look on his face. He stared fiercely at Pi Yangyang, as if he was ready to launch a fatal attack on Pi Yangyang at any time.

"J Country's warriors, martial arts masters, and ninjas have many reputations, but I don't know if their skills are as powerful as they are boasted about."

Pi Yangyang looked at him and said playfully.

Unexpectedly, Gong Benjiro could actually speak Chinese. He sneered and said, "Chinese Kung Fu is just an embroidered pillow! Yours is no match for me!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and slowly turned his thumb upside down towards the ground.

This is a great insult to the opponent.

The audience in the Huaxia area immediately started to shout angrily, "Mr. Pi, knock the little devils down!"

Pi Yangyang was not angry.

For him, the more proud someone is in front of him, the worse their fate will be.

He glanced at Hei Teng, who was standing not far away with a sinister yet somewhat complacent look on his face. Then he looked up at Laxi, who was holding onto the railing, smiled calmly, and said, "Then I'll let you experience the feeling of being knocked down by an embroidered pillow."

Miyamoto Jiro waved his hands and performed several movements continuously, and the clothes on his body rustled without wind.

Pi Yangyang's eyes fixed, still looking at him calmly, with his right hand behind his back and his left hand slowly extended.

Miyamoto Jiro actually cultivated the dark energy. No wonder Hei Teng was so confident and felt that they would definitely win.

The audience in the venue were very surprised to see this scene.

They had never seen any ancient martial arts masters, let alone knew what dark power was.

Only Huo Zhenbang's expression suddenly froze, and he said in surprise, "Oh no! That little devil actually cultivated internal energy. It seems he is indeed a master."

"Internal force?" Yan Kaixuan was shocked. "Is there really someone in this world who can cultivate internal strength?"

"Look at his clothes. He's using his energy, otherwise his clothes wouldn't move like that!"

Huo Zhenbang said with certainty.

At this time, the audience in the entire Chinese region also noticed something was wrong.

Although they have never seen a master of internal strength, they are Chinese after all. They have been exposed to Chinese martial arts novels, movies, and TV dramas since childhood. Naturally, their understanding of internal strength in martial arts is much simpler than that of foreigners.

This kind of scene that only appeared in movies and TV dramas unexpectedly appeared on the ring. Many people began to worry about Pi Yangyang.

"The Japs are truly insidious. I wonder where they found such a master! No wonder they are so confident..."

A clerk from the Chamber of Commerce said in surprise.

"Chairman Yan, can you please ask Mr. Pi to withdraw? We won't fight this. It's just a contract. At worst, our company can withdraw."

General Manager Sun felt that the matter was a bit serious and spoke to Yan Kaixuan nervously.

Before Yan Kaixuan could speak, Tie Niu said nonchalantly, "Don't be afraid. He is no match for my eldest brother."

"I'm afraid withdrawing is impossible," Yan Kaixuan said worriedly. "The statement has already been signed, and so many people have placed bets. If we don't fight, the humiliation we suffer is a small matter. The consequences will be difficult to deal with."

General Manager Sun had no choice but to hit each other, and said with some annoyance, "If I had known earlier, our company would not have competed with them for this contract."

At this moment, Miyamoto Jiro suddenly took action!

He crossed his hands and slapped Pi Yangyang with his right hand.

Pi Yangyang still looked at him calmly, without blinking.

"Go to hell!"

Miyamoto Jiro shouted angrily, mobilized all his strength, and slapped Pi Yangyang hard.

He wanted to make a fatal move and end the game quickly.

Although Pi Yangyang did not move at all, he had actually been secretly activating his true energy.

Of course, to deal with such a so-called master, he doesn't need to use all his strength, two or three attacks are enough.

If you use too much force, the other person will die.

Miyamoto Jiro's palm broke through the air with a loud sound, and with a huge palm wind, it pressed towards Pi Yangyang!

Seeing that the palm was approaching, Pi Yangyang flipped his right hand and directly faced the palm of Miyamoto Benro.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the two palms quickly came together.

Miyamoto Benjiro, who originally thought that he could severely injure Pi Yangyang with one palm strike, suddenly felt as if his palm had hit a stone wall. A huge force passed through his palm and quickly spread to his arms, shoulders, and chest!

He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and a wave of nausea. His body swayed involuntarily twice, and he staggered back three steps before he could barely stand.

There was an exclamation at the scene, and everyone looked at Pi Yangyang and Miyamoto Benro in disbelief.

This palm strike immediately determines the winner.

Hei Teng was startled and shouted loudly: "Miyamoto-kun..."

Miyamoto forced himself to swallow a mouthful of hot blood, a ferocious look appeared on his face, and he stared at Pi Yangyang fiercely.

"Are you also an ancient warrior?"

He gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.

At this moment, he was very shocked.

Pi Yangyang curled his lips, "With your skills, you dare to call yourself a martial arts master? I think you learned it from your master's wife, right?"

Miyamoto Jiro shouted angrily: "Baka!"

As he shouted, he flew towards Pi Yangyang and kicked out with his legs in succession.

In an instant, all you could see were legs surging towards Pi Yangyang like a tidal wave.

Pi Yangyang's eyes focused, he clenched his right fist, and punched out without hesitation.

With a loud bang, the leg shadows in the sky disappeared instantly.

Miyamoto Jiro, who had been attacking fiercely, groaned, retreated a few steps again, and barely stood firm with his back against the ropes.

However, he didn't dare put his right foot down completely, but instead placed it on tiptoe, and his entire leg was shaking violently.

With that punch just now, Pi Yangyang passed through his numerous leg shadows and directly hit the center of Miyamoto Jiro's right foot.

His clogs were smashed to pieces, and a huge force that he could hardly bear went through the soles of his feet and reached his dantian.

The whole leg seemed to have lost sensation, but there was an intense pain in the dantian.

Now he finally understood that he was no match for Pi Yangyang.

"it is good!"

Someone from the audience in the Huaxia region shouted, and the whole area immediately erupted in cheers.

"Mr. Pi is truly amazing! Now I'm completely relieved!"

Yan Kaixuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Pi Yangyang could not lose this game.

Delis also said happily: "I told you, Mr. Pi is a true master, very powerful. How could this J country warrior possibly be his opponent?"

Bai Dai's eyes sparkled with excitement and admiration. She said happily, "Delis, we're going to be rich! That's 100 million, 100 million!"

"Yes, one hundred million each! This fortune was given to us by Mr. Pi. If Mr. Pi is willing to invest in Fog City in the future, we will use this money to buy shares!"

Delis almost jumped up.

"Pinch your kung fu, awesome!"

Bai Dai gave a thumbs up, stood up and shouted at Pi Yangyang.

This ignited the whole place, and many people started shouting, "Pinch you to death, pinch you to death..."

Hei Teng and Laxi's faces turned as black as coal. They couldn't believe that Miyamoto Jiro, whom they had the most confidence in, was so vulnerable.

If they lose, not only will they lose face, but they will also lose the money they bet on.

Moreover, the J-country company must honestly withdraw from the competition with the Guanghui Group.

Miyamoto Jiro's face was distorted and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

He stared at Pi Yangyang closely, and suddenly shouted loudly, and his body flew into the air.

Pi Yangyang's expression became serious, and he was ready to give him the final blow.

However, after Miyamoto Jiro's body flew two meters into the air, he disappeared out of thin air!

The whole audience burst into exclamations, and Tie Niu suddenly stood up and looked at the ring in astonishment.

"This is Japanese ninjutsu! It's really weird!"

Someone in the Chinese audience shouted, seeming a little excited.

Huo Zhenbang also shouted: "Mr. Pi, be careful!"

Pi Yangyang smiled coldly and stood there motionless.

The atmosphere in the field suddenly became tense.

Finally, a sneer appeared on Hei Teng's mouth again.