"Don't misunderstand. It's not you I look down on-it's all of you!"
"And what I mean is, everyone here is trash!"
Those words from Ye Yan instantly sent the Island Nation's side into an uproar. They leaped into the ring and took their stances.
Ye Yan gave a derisive laugh and said softly,
"How could martial arts be such an inconvenient thing?"
Having finished showing off, Ye Yan moved his feet, his entire body shooting straight into the crowd like a sharp sword.
He threw a simple punch that slammed into the Japanese bastard's chest.
Pfft!
Blood sprayed from the man's mouth, making Ye Yan frown.
"Your blood reeks, just like everyone in your country!"
With that said!
Ye Yan delivered several more crisp punches, smashing them into their chests.
The four men were knocked onto the wall, hanging there like paintings.
This was the ancient martial arts feat of striking men onto a wall like hanging paintings.
"Where's this young fellow from? I've never seen fistwork or footwork like that."
Cries of astonishment filled the space below the ring!
Unfortunately, they had barely lasted a moment before Funakami Wuli pointed at Ye Yan, his eyes wide and his tongue tied.
"You dared kill our nation's warriors! You're dead!"
Clack!
The synchronized sound of guns being cocked came from outside the hall.
Master Huang rose. "Mr. Funakami, this is a martial arts match. Injuries and deaths are inevitable. Why must you do this?"
"If a single person dies here today, I, Huang, guarantee that your Japanese goods will have no foothold whatsoever in Foshan."
Ye Yan, who had been about to act, could only feel helpless at this.
With his soul power, he could easily dodge the bullets fired by those guns.
He could even control them, but that would