Chapter 1882 This is the cycle of heaven

Just when the air seemed to freeze, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out in the venue.

Three black figures suddenly appeared in the air behind Pi Yangyang, and they were all Miyamoto Jiro!

It was clearly one person, but now it was divided into three, as if it were a photocopy. At the same time, he waved his hand and threw out a cold light, heading straight for the back of Pi Yangyang's head!

Tie Niu shouted nervously: "Brother, behind me!"

Pi Yangyang seemed to be unaware of it, as if he hadn't heard it, and remained motionless.

Seeing that the three cold lights were as fast as lightning and were about to shoot into the back of his head, he suddenly took a step to the side and stretched out and swung his left hand.

No one could see clearly what happened. They only saw a cold light suddenly turn back and penetrate into Zuo Ze's Miyamoto Benro's heart with a "puff".

The three figures instantly merged into one and fell from the sky!

Everyone then realized that two of the three figures that had just appeared were illusions.

"This is the shadow clone from Japanese ninjutsu! I didn't expect it to exist in reality!"

Some audience members in the Huaxia region exclaimed.

Japanese ninjutsu does have many incredible skills, and most people have no idea how they were practiced.

Shadow clones are one of the more bizarre ones. It is said that after practicing to a certain level, a person can create more than ten shadows.

Miyamoto Jiro's cultivation level is obviously not up to par yet, but being able to split one into three is quite astonishing.

Most people would naturally panic when they saw several identical figures suddenly appear in front of them, and would not be able to tell which one was their own.

But Pi Yangyang didn't even turn his head, he had already locked onto himself, caught the hidden dart, and hit it back.

At this time, Miyamoto Jiro was half-kneeling on the floor, his left hand covering his heart, and a stream of black blood slowly flowed out from between his fingers.

Needless to say, the hidden darts he used were highly poisonous!

His face was filled with fear, and he quickly fumbled around his body with his right hand. He quickly pulled out a thumb-sized porcelain bottle and tried to open it.

However, Pi Yangyang had already walked over, snatched the porcelain bottle from his hand, and looked at him coldly.

“Give it to me…give it to me quickly…”

Gong Benlang was suddenly terrified and stretched out his hand to Pi Yangyang and said anxiously.

Pi Yangyang looked at him coldly and said in a deep voice, "How dare you show off this little bit of skill?"

Miyamoto Jiro's eyes were filled with fear and his body began to twitch.

Kurofuji and other J countrymen also nervously rushed to the edge of the ring and looked at Miyamoto Jiro nervously.

"Miyamoto-kun, are you okay?"

Hei Teng asked anxiously.

Miyamoto Benjiro's face quickly turned dark, and he said with difficulty: "Antidote...Give me the antidote..."

His hidden darts are poisonous, and only his unique antidote can save his life.

At this time, Huo Zhenbang, Yan Kaixuan and others also stood up and expressed their protest.

"Using hidden weapons in the ring, and poisoned ones at that! How shameless! Doesn't the gym have any responsibility?"

Huo Zhenbang said in a loud voice.

General Manager Sun and others also raised questions.

Although a life-and-death pact was signed and the rules of the arena were abolished, there was one crucial rule: no weapons were allowed to be used.

Hidden darts are also a type of weapon.

The key is that it is poisoned.

This method is insidious and cruel, and is extremely shameless.

"Still want the antidote? You deserve it!"

"You used the poison dart and ended up hurting yourself. This is karma, you deserve it!"

"What a rubbish J-country warrior! You're boasting about your god-damn ninjutsu, but you're using despicable tactics! And now you even have the nerve to ask for an antidote. Trash like you should go see your Sunshine God!"

"How shameless! No wonder you insisted on challenging us to this duel! You've even prepared such despicable tactics! Too bad Chinese martial arts aren't something you little devils can understand! Now that you're being retaliated against, you deserve it!"

The audience in the Huaxia region shouted angrily, denouncing Miyamoto Benjiro's despicable behavior.

In the venue, representatives from the company in Country E were also watching the game.

This bet is related to who they will cooperate with, so they are also very concerned.

Seeing this scene, they not only felt incredible, but even felt a little angry.

These J country people will do anything to achieve their goals!

How can we not be intimidated by working with such people?

General Manager Sun had already walked up to Brandon, the representative of Country E, and said politely, "Mr. Brandon, did you see everything that just happened? Do you dare to cooperate with such despicable people who will do anything to achieve their goals?"

Brandon stood up, extended his hand to shake that of General Manager Sun, and said firmly, "Mr. Sun, our company's chosen partner was originally the Guanghui Group. They insisted on staging this competition, which is nothing more than a clown show. Mr. Sun, rest assured, I will send the draft contract to your company tomorrow. If there are no problems, we can officially sign it."

General Manager Sun smiled comfortably and said, "Thank you, Mr. Brandon. Don't worry, our Guanghui Group has been deeply engaged in the new energy industry for nearly 30 years. Whether it's strength or technological advancement, it is guaranteed. I believe that Brandon will not regret your decision today. I also firmly believe that the cooperation between us will be a win-win and pleasant cooperation."

Brandon laughed, "Okay, I'm looking forward to our collaboration. But I'm curious, is Chinese Kung Fu really that magical?"

As he spoke, he looked at Pi Yangyang on the ring, his eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.

General Manager Sun said, "Mr. Brandon, didn't you tell me that China is full of talented people? This is nothing. This young man is just one of the hundreds of millions of Chinese people."

"Huaxia is truly a magical country!"

Brandon said sincerely.

The two of them were talking very harmoniously, but Hei Teng was having a hard time.

Miyamoto Jiro had already fallen to the ground, with black blood flowing out of his mouth and nose, looking extremely scary.

He was still mumbling: "Antidote... give me the antidote..."

Kurofuji has already rushed onto the ring with a few J countrymen, trying to help Miyamoto Jiro up.

"Mr. Pi, we admit defeat! Please return the antidote to Miyamoto-kun!"

Although Hei Teng hated Pi Yangyang to the core and was unwilling to admit defeat, Miyamoto Jiro was already dying at this time, with one foot already in the underworld.

In order to save Gong Benjiro, he had to humble himself and beg Pi Yangyang.

Pi Yangyang smiled coldly and threw the porcelain bottle in his hand to the ground.

Hei Teng quickly picked up the porcelain bottle, unscrewed the lid, poured out a red pill from it, and fed it into Gong Benjilang's mouth.

However, as soon as the pill entered Miyamoto Jiro's mouth, he suddenly "puffed" and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Then he suddenly straightened his body, his eyes showed the fear before death, he raised his arms, and finally his eyes became unfocused, and his arms fell limply.

With reluctance and regret, he went to see the God of Sunshine.

Hei Teng was caught off guard and had black blood sprayed all over his face. He jumped up in horror.

Seeing that Miyamoto Jiro was dead, he stayed where he was.

As Miyamoto Jiro's hand slowly dropped from his chest, everyone could clearly see that a pitch-black caltrop dart was nailed into his chest.

Yan Kaixuan and others, who were originally puzzled, all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Gong Benjiro was finally dead.

Anyone who uses hidden weapons in the ring deserves to die.

Even audiences in other regions felt that Miyamoto Jiro deserved to die.

These wealthy people and second-generation rich people like to watch bloody competitions, but they are also disgusted by Miyamoto Benjiro's use of despicable means to injure people with hidden weapons.

So almost everyone thought he deserved to die.

"you……"

It took Hei Teng a full minute to come back to his senses. He pointed at Pi Yangyang and shouted angrily, but he didn't know what to say.

Pi Yangyang looked at him and said coldly, "He was killed by his own poison dart. I also gave him the antidote. Why are you still not convinced?"

Tie Niu climbed onto the ring, stared fiercely at Hei Teng, and said with bared teeth: "If you are not convinced, let's fight again, all of you come together!"

This shout shook the whole audience.

"And I!"

Huo Zhenbang also shouted and went onto the stage with Uncle Ying.

Seeing this scene, the person in charge of the boxing gym quickly came over with his men and said to Hei Teng with a serious face:

"Mr. Kurofuji, both parties have signed a statement for today's ring match! Whether injured or killed in the ring, each party must accept their fate and no one should be held responsible! Besides, it was Mr. Miyamoto who used the hidden weapon first, and his death was his own fault. So, Mr. Kurofuji, please take your men and leave first, and don't disrupt the order of the boxing gym!"

Although Hei Teng was extremely angry, this was someone else's territory after all.

Since the person in charge said so, he naturally couldn't dwell on it any longer. He had to have Miyamoto Jiro's body lifted up and removed from the ring.