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Not only Gu Jingman discovered the problem, but the other three major forces also discovered the problem; Du Pingsheng, the leader of the Sanlian Gang, turned completely cold. He originally thought that Gu Jingman was the only one with the problem, but he didn't expect the Black Panther to be among them. , two of the five major forces are like this, how can they win the black fight?

Jiang Guhuai and Widow Wang just frowned. They were not as bad as Du Pingsheng. The advocates of this black fight have always been the Feiying Sect and the Sanlian Gang. They only agreed to participate out of desperation because of morality. As for the outcome of this black fight, they originally didn't care.

The trio's drug trafficking in East China has nothing to do with them. As long as there is no conflict of interest with them, there is no need to fight for blood.

"What a good Feng Yuan. Just now you scolded Gu Jingman. I thought you understood the righteousness, but I didn't expect that you are also a profit-seeking villain."

Du Pingsheng clenched his fists tightly, his face full of hatred.

"Senior Yuan Kuang, I'm afraid the burden of this black fight will fall on you. If you lose, then this black fight will probably be lost as well."

Du Pingsheng sighed, hugged his fists and said respectfully to an old man wearing a Tang suit next to him.

Now that the two of them have been defeated, Gu Jingman, who was originally regarded as the backbone, changed his mind. As for Widow Wang's Red Bird Society, there is no hope at all. After being eliminated, only their Sanlian Gang can still fight in the dark. make a difference.

But the Sanlian Gang could only send one person, Senior Yuan Kuang, so how could they fight against the Yamaguchi group?

"Don't worry, Gang Leader Du, I understand in my heart and will do my best."

Yuan Kuang sighed. He didn't want the drugs of the Yamaguchi Group to reach China, so he agreed to Du Pingsheng to come and participate in the gang fight. But now, he can only try his best, but he dare not make any guarantees.

Game three. On the side of the five major forces, people from the Cardinal Society will appear.

The person sent by the Red Sparrow Society was also an ancient warrior, but he only had the cultivation level of the early stage of Qihai. He was defeated by the middle-aged samurai of the Yamaguchi-gumi in just a few face-to-face encounters.

Just as Du Pingsheng had thought before, the Red Bird Society could not be counted on at all. Among the five major forces, the Red Bird Society was the weakest, and Widow Wang was the weakest. His attitude towards this black fight is also not firm, so he will naturally not try his best.

The Yamaguchi group has only one player on the field and has lost three of the five major forces in a row.

"I knew we couldn't count on them in this black fight."

Gu Jingman said expressionlessly, although the Red Bird Society is the smallest among the five major forces, it is absolutely impossible to only send out ancient warriors from the early stage of the Qi Sea. It is obviously not doing its best.

"Then you're counting on me?" Mo Wen said with a smile.

"It's good to have someone to count on. I've said it before. As long as I'm here, the underworld will definitely win this fight." Gu Jingman's smile was as bright as a flower.

"Do you have the ability to predict the future? If I don't show up on the cruise, who do you expect to go?"

Mo Wen said funny, she said as if she had already grasped the overall situation. But he only met Gu Jingman halfway. If he didn't show up, wouldn't Gu Jingman's previous promise be nonsense?

"Tch, I can't count on you. Can't I count on others?" Gu Jingman sighed.

In the fourth game, people from the Sanlian Gang appeared.

"Senior Yuan Kuang is quite strong, not inferior to Uncle Chen. He should be able to win against someone." Gu Jingman said in a low voice. The leader of the Sanlian Gang was also aboveboard. He invited this person out this time.

"Not necessarily." Mo Wen shook his head.

"Do you think that middle-aged samurai from the Yamaguchi-gumi can win?"

Gu Jingman frowned. Senior Yuan Kuang was quite famous in their circle. His cultivation level was second only to the warriors at the Dan Bao realm, and was better than the ordinary warriors at the peak of the Qi Sea.

Mo Wen smiled and said nothing.

On the lawn, at the beginning of the fourth game, Mitsui-kun of the Yamaguchi-gumi defeated three players in a row, but he looked very good and did not seem to have consumed much energy.

"Yuan Kuang, a warrior at the peak of Qi Sea, I know you."

Mr. Mitsui glanced at Yuan Kuang and spoke for the first time. He obviously valued him very much.

"It's an honor." Yuan Kuang said lightly.

"You Chinese people like to speak loudly. You always regard yourself as the authentic martial arts master, and you are dismissive of our Fusang Kingdom's martial arts. Today I want to see what level you Chinese warriors are."

Mitsui-kun slowly drew out his katana, and the cold sword light shone on Yuan Kuang's face, disturbing his vision.

"You Fusang people have just stolen a little bit of our Chinese martial arts. You are ungrateful and belittle our Chinese martial arts. You have no respect for your ancestors. Do you think that the authentic martial arts of your Fusang country will be yours?"

"Yuan is just a small figure among the Chinese warriors. He is not at a high level. If your Fusang Kingdom really wants to compete with you, do you have the guts to issue a declaration of war to China? At that time, you don't need to clamor, and our Huaxia Kingdom will naturally be there. The warriors come out to fight with the warriors of your Fusang Kingdom, and it will be clear at a glance who is stronger and who is weaker."

Yuan Kuang sneered and said, "I'm not good at martial arts. I talk arrogantly but don't know it. I blame others."He really didn't believe that the Fusang Kingdom's warrior community dared to issue a declaration of war to the Huaxia Kingdom's warrior community.

"Sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. If you can beat me, then you can tell other big words."

Mitsui-kun had a cold face, took one step forward, and suddenly drew his sword, and the snow-white sword light struck Yuan Kuang in an instant.

The two of them immediately fought together, and their energy was flying high. Both of them had high levels of cultivation, and they were evenly matched. Once the battle started, they would be inseparable...

As time went on, the battle began to take a tilt.

"Let me just say, how can the Fusang warrior be the opponent of Senior Yuan Kuang? It is estimated that the Fusang warrior will be defeated in less than a quarter of an hour."

A smile appeared at the corners of Gu Jingman's lips. Even she could see the situation on the scene. The Fusang warrior was obviously not as good as Yuan Kuang, and he was already defeated.

Senior Yuan Kuang not only has profound cultivation, but also has exquisite martial arts. Although he does not practice high-level martial arts, he has a master's demeanor in his movements, which is quite a bit like turning decay into magic.

Although the Fusang warrior's cultivation level is not much worse than Yuan Kuang's, in terms of martial arts attainments, he is far behind.

Gu Jingman raised her eyebrows and glanced at Mo Wen, as if to say, "Look, I just said it right."

However, one moment Gu Jingman was very proud, and the next moment her expression suddenly froze and she stared blankly at the battlefield.

Senior Yuan Kuang, who was about to defeat the warriors of the Fuso Kingdom, actually flew backwards, one of his arms was broken at the shoulder, and he fell to the ground far away.

"That……"

Gu Jingman couldn't believe her eyes. What was going on? Just now, it was clear that he had a chance to win, but now... everything changed too fast, giving people an unreal feeling.

Du Pingsheng stood up from his chair, his eyes were cold, Senior Yuan Kuang actually lost and was seriously injured.

Widow Wang and Jiang Guhuai were very calm. Seeing that Yuan Kuang had broken an arm, there was a hint of excitement in their eyes. After all, Yuan Kuang was a master of the Sanlian Gang. Now that he had lost an arm, his strength was greatly reduced. For them, He said, naturally it is good to start becoming a God King today.

"You Chinese warriors are really vulnerable."

Mitsui-kun slowly put back the samurai sword that was still dripping with blood into its scabbard, and looked at Yuan Kuang with mocking eyes. Are Chinese warriors very strong? Humph, at least he proved his previous point with practical actions.

"You...shameless person..."

Yuan Kuang struggled to get up from the ground, holding down the broken arm that was bleeding continuously with one hand, and stared at Mitsui-kun with his eyes.He had clearly secured victory before, but just when he was about to defeat the Fuso warrior, a terrifying force suddenly emerged from that man's body, knocking him away with an unstoppable force.

He was certain that that was not Mitsui-kun's power. Because that power, at least belongs to the warriors in the Baodan realm, and cannot be possessed by the warriors in the Qihai realm. The warriors of the Fuso Kingdom were only as good as him, or even worse than him.

"What shameless people? Huh, if you lose, you lose anyway. You Chinese warriors not only like to talk shamelessly, but also like to make excuses for yourself. In the words of our Fuso Kingdom, they are trash that has tarnished the martial arts."

Mr. Mitsui sneered and said: "But our Fuso Kingdom has always been reasonable and valued etiquette. Even if you lose, I will not kill you. But I hope you can take care of yourself, know what it means to be grateful, and don't be ignorant of good and evil."

"Okay, I, the warrior of Fusang Kingdom, are not only better than the warriors of Huaxia Kingdom, but I am also magnanimous and broad-minded. I am a true warrior."

Ichiro Yoshida stood up from his seat and kept clapping his hands. People around him also echoed and cheered continuously.

"Fart! When did I give up? Do you think you won? It's ridiculous. It's just a broken arm. I won't give up. You will only win if you kill me. Come on, I will fight for my life. , I want to see what kind of monster you are and whether you can still have the same power as before."

Yuan Kuang reached out and touched his acupuncture points. After stopping the bleeding, he stood up again, picked up the long sword on the ground, and walked towards Mitsui-kun again.

He made up his mind that even if he risked his life, he would die in front of this Fuso warrior. The power just now was absolutely abnormal. If he could use it again, then he would die. If not... hum!

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Mitsui-kun's expression was gloomy and his pupils shrank slightly. He could only use the power he had just once. After he used it, he would never have it again.

This man obviously had a broken arm, but he was still ready to fight him. Is he crazy?

"Afraid of death? I don't know who will die first."

Yuan Kuang quickened his pace, mobilized the energy in his body, and prepared to kill Mitsui-kun at the cost of death. You can lose the black fight, but the country cannot be humiliated, and the Chinese martial arts cannot be humiliated.

"madman."

Mitsui-kun took a step back slightly, a flash of flinching flashed in his eyes. If Yuan Kuang wanted to die with him, then he would most likely be buried with him.

But he must not admit defeat at this time, otherwise what he said just now would not be a slap in his face, and with the adults of the Demon Sword Society watching, he would not dare to do such a thing.

"Hold on."

Just when Mr. Mitsui was facing the dilemma and hesitating, a voice sounded, and then, a young man came out.