"Baka yarou! Your conscience is very, very rotten! If you admit defeat now and obediently get the hell off the stage, I might forgive a sinner whose crimes tower to the heavens. Otherwise, do you really want me to pin you to the ground and grind you down however I please?
Keh keh keh keh keh keh keh keh keh keh..."
Ying Ming Hao looked at Misaki, who stood before him in an exquisite samurai outfit. Before she could speak, he raised his voice and launched into a sneering tirade.
Misaki was utterly bewildered. How did this fellow seem even more like a Little Jap than she did? His accent and tone made her seriously suspect that Ying Ming Hao was a samurai from the Baka Nation.
"I greatly admire your strength, Senior Brother Ying, so I came specifically to experience it for myself. Please do not hold back in instructing me. I would be deeply grateful!"
Misaki still bowed politely. She knew her own strength well, and this challenge was only meant to test the gap between herself and the first-place contestant. After all, an opportunity like this might vanish in the blink of an eye.
"Very good, very good. Just come at me. I'll be sure to train you properly-ptui! I'll be sure to give you proper guidance."
Ying Ming Hao kept feeling that something was missing, so he retrieved a pair of false whiskers from his Storage Ring and arranged them into a little mustache. His ridiculous appearance made people rock back and forth with laughter.
Lin Zihan, Lin Qinqin, Miss Shui, Ye Hua, and Shui Huo'er all shot murderous looks at Ying Ming Hao. The moment he stuck out his backside, they knew what mischief he was plotting. He was definitely planning to molest this