Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve Fighting with the Dead Japanese Fatty

After eating the worms, Jim took me to the center of the village to watch the upcoming martial arts show. There is a curved bridge built with rolling logs. There is no water under the bridge. It is obviously a messy construction and is of a sightseeing nature. On both sides of the bridge are sparse spectators, and a few Japanese people wearing straw hats are eating cones cross-legged, which surprised me because I bet I didn’t see any cone sellers in this village , and those Japanese did not carry an incubator. The Japanese are really amazing, they can get everything. Morning Musume's popular ace, Matsuura Aya, still finds a Maria Takaki who looks exactly like her to make porn.

"It's about to start! Do you want to bet?" Jim asked me, his tone quite uplifting. "Okay, how to bet?" I took out a ten-guilders bill, and the little girl was holding Sanji and smiling. "If you want to bet on the samurai on the left side, you should bet on the right side." Jim smiled, showing two rows of slightly yellow die teeth. The samurai will not come out from both ends until the audience has finished betting beforehand. Before that, the audience will not know which side of the samurai is taller and more powerful, and there is no way to judge. "Which side the Japanese bet on, I will bet on the other side." I said, smiling at the few Japanese tourists.

After a rush of drums, a warrior covered in red oil paint came out from the right side of the bridge, holding a wooden ax and wearing a crooked short wooden knife on his waist. Applause warmly. "My cousin! My cousin!" Jim pulled me, excited, pointing at the skinny man who appeared on the left side of the bridge. The little girl was also very excited, Sanji seemed to feel it, spread his wings and gave a symbolic cry a few times, and several Japanese looked over here. The warrior on the left side of the wooden bridge is covered with green oil paint, holding a seemingly fragile round shield, and waving a wooden spear in the other hand, his feet are beating slightly like a boxer ready to go, it should be The fast and nimble type.

"Will your cousin win? Am I betting on him?" I asked. "You're betting on him, but I don't know if you'll win," Jim said. "The red warriors represent the fertile elves who guard the village, and the green warriors represent the ancestors of the village. The outcome of this contest will be decided by the two elves." The host in a suit announced, and Jim translated for me. Then the two warriors fought together as if they were dancing. The red brawny man was furious, and the wooden ax in his hand kept hitting the green warrior's shield heavily, making powerful impact sounds, but everyone could see the attack of the red brawny man All aimed at the shield, not the green warrior.

The green warrior kept rolling on the ground, blocking the angry blows of the red warrior with his shield, and his long spear swung back like a scorpion's tail, trying to sting the strong man. To stand apart, not to let you succeed. The two fighters just danced like this, you come and go, no one takes advantage of the other. Of course, this kind of comparison is not a real fight, but it is very lively and surprisingly arouses the emotions of the audience. "Good! Good!" I yelled happily, even though it was fake, but the cooperation was quite entertaining. Those Japanese tourists finished eating the cones, so the spotlights came and went, and the reputation of being very fond of taking pictures is really not covered.

About five minutes later, the shield in the green warrior's hand was knocked away and fell under the bridge. The red angry man roared and stopped in mid-air with his wooden ax in both hands. Negative decision pause for a moment" effect is very dramatic. The angry man looked at the green warrior who fell on the ground, and he was about to fall. At the critical moment, the green warrior rolled with a carp, avoiding the angry man's blow from the blue sky, and then walked around behind the angry man, gently passed the wooden gun in his hand forward, submerged it into the angry man's armpit, and was caught Clamp tightly.

Howling in grief, the angry man fell dead on the bridge. "I won!" I smiled and clapped my hands. "The ancestral spirit won!" Jim laughed, and soon after he gave me the winnings, I let Jim eat the red, and he hugged me and screamed. After watching the fairly exciting red and green fighters fighting each other, the host asked if anyone would come up to make gestures with the fighters, and only fifty shields would be enough.This price is very high in the local area, and it is obviously used to lure tourists to death. The Japanese who love to take pictures do their part. A fat man handed over the camera to his companion and went on stage. He asked for the wooden ax of the red warrior and designated the green warrior as his opponent.

What happened next was disgusting. The fat Japanese man screamed strangely, swinging the wooden ax almost with all his strength. Every time he swung, the fat all over his body was torn apart, while the green warrior dedicatedly raised his wooden shield to resist. There was a terrible sound when struck, and it was not surprising whether the wooden ax broke or the shield burst. Several times the fat Japanese man's wooden ax almost hit the green warrior's body, which was very dangerous. Even if the ax was not real, if it was brought, it would definitely cause bruises or even fractures.

However, no matter whether the green warrior was rolling all over the ground or even stood up to escape, he just didn't dare to hand out the spear. After all, the opponent was the uncle who paid to fight in the ring, so he had to let the opponent have a good fight, but the opponent didn't spare any strength at all. A stinky face of the rich beating the poor to death. Jim's expression is also tense, which obviously doesn't happen often. I looked at my little sister, who had already covered her face with her palms, watching the battle between her fingers in fear. "That Japanese fat man is too much, I'll teach him a lesson." I resented.

I handed the fifty shields to Jim and said that I would replace the green warrior. Jim's eyes widened, confirming what I meant.I nod. The Yang family gun that I have practiced hard in Shaolin Temple for many years has not been neglected for a day, and it will finally come in handy. In astonishment, Jim ran to the host and whispered something in his ear, so the green warrior went off and I replaced him. I grabbed the wooden shield with one hand and dug. This guy looks fragile on the outside, but in fact it is very heavy, and it is not easy to swing. Fortunately, I have the habit of lifting dumbbells in Taiwan (even to the point of a hernia attack), and my arm strength is not bad. And the wooden spear is much lighter, I checked the tip of the spear, it's completely blunt, it's fine.

When I was warming up, the fat Japanese man was out of breath and greeted me with a smile. I also laughed and shook hands with him first, and introduced to him that I was from Taiwan. "Taiwan? Good place!" The fat Japanese praised casually. "Taiwan, Kong Fu!" I laughed out loud. The two stood together happily, letting the camera below capture it. Then the showdown begins! The fat man didn't give in to me because of my appearance, the wooden ax still fell heavily, and every time I hit it, it made a strong and loud noise, and my ears were almost deaf. The shield is very heavy, and my left hand keeps the shield as close to the body as possible, so that the body can bear most of the vibration, so as to prevent the left hand from losing strength too early and being scrapped. But my right-hand spear is not as polite as the green warrior. "Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo..." The fat man blushed, grinning grinningly, and dropped the wooden ax again. "Scared!" I opened the ax with a block of shield, and the gun in my right hand stabbed out quickly. The fat man probably didn't expect me to kill me so quickly (who is dragging you? The shield is heavy!), and I was stabbed in the stomach suddenly. The fat man screamed and knelt on the bridge. "Compared to Haimen, you are much, much worse!" I laughed, and stabbed the dead fat man with a long spear unceremoniously. Ten years of Yang Jiaqiang. There was an uproar in the audience, and several Japanese screamed excitedly, as if the National Alliance was screaming to re-check the votes, blushing and thick-necked. "What a fart!" I was so happy that I jogged around the dead fat man. I wanted to stab him again, but the fat man was really scared. He grabbed the ax to block it, but I didn't stab him. I just swiped it and hit him in the ass, like teaching a bastard child. Then another shot hit his fat waist, the greasy touch was really bad! "Eat more vegetables, fat man!" I yelled, "You've eaten all the meat!" The fat man dropped his ax and rushed down the wooden bridge dryly, while I raised my Yang gun to accept the cheers of Hecun. Fortunately, I don't happen to have a signboard of "Sick Man of East Asia", otherwise I would have to order that fat man to eat it, so as to avenge the tragedy of Jingwumen back then. Later, a young Japanese man came to the stage to challenge me, but please forgive me, readers, I really can’t bear to write the detailed process, but the face of the Morment who broke Haita’s ribs can also be said to have influenced ten of my life One of the big expressions.