The cameraman also quickly moved forward and captured Fuchuan Heiji in the shot.

"This is the sick man of Daxia this time. Oh, I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue. He is Mr. Lin, a little-known and unknown native of Daxia!"

Komoto Ichiro's sinister eyes were filled with sarcasm, and he deliberately made a slip of the tongue.

As soon as his introduction came out, the people of Neon Country sitting in front of the TV burst into laughter.

Sick man of Great Xia!

In their eyes, these Daxia people are the sick men of Daxia.

They cannot be compared with their noble neon countrymen.

"See how fragile this kid is, and he even wears a mask to pretend to be mysterious? He will definitely have his neck cut off by Master Futukawa Heiji in two or three blows!"

"I'm sure that with just one move from Master Fukawa Heiji, this kid will beg for mercy!"

"Haha, that's right. Fuchuan Heiji is the swordsman master of our Neon Kingdom. Who does this kid mean?"

Discussions also started on Neon Country’s social networks.

"In addition, I want to announce something to everyone. These sick men of Daxia, oh, no, they are from Daxia."

"They made a bet with us: whoever loses will kneel down and apologize!"

"In front of the camera, admit that the people of Daxia are the sick men of Daxia!"

Komoto Ichiro sneered again.

As soon as these words came out, the people of Neon were even more excited.

Admit in front of the camera that Daxia people are the sick men of Daxia?

That was definitely a historic scene.

At this time, the overseas students in Neon Country also noticed the live broadcast.

They all expressed their opinions.

"Our Daxia country has a vast territory and abundant resources. He cannot represent our entire Daxia!"

"Who is this kid? In front of so many people, do you want to embarrass our country, Daxia?"

Almost all of these international students have heard of Fukawa Heiji.

A majestic swordsman!

It is an existence that many people in Neon Country believe in!

How could such a person, an ordinary Daxia person, be his opponent?

Moreover, they had never heard of the name Mr. Lin.

If such a person fights against Fuchuan Heiji, he will embarrass Daxia!

"This bastard, I have to pull out his teeth one by one in a while!"

Ling Bai gritted his teeth.

"Haha, don't worry, how happy they are dancing now will be how miserable they cry later!"

"I believe Mr. Lin will not let us down!"

Qin Aotian said with a smile on his face.

"That's right, we can just watch the show quietly, but when you pull out his teeth later, remember to pull out his tongue too!"

Dahu said with a bad smile from the side.

Ling Bai and the others were a little embarrassed by this, but soon Ichiro Komoto calmed down.

After a while, Fu Chuanheiji defeated Lin Chen, and that's when these people knelt down.

When the time comes, he wants these people to have a taste of humiliation.

"Where's your sword?"

Fu Chuan Heiji looked at Lin Chen with killing intent in his eyes.

"My sword?"

Lin Chen sneered: "You are not worthy enough to force me to use a sword!"

After saying that, Lin Chen walked aside, picked up the mop on the ground, and tore off the mop underneath, leaving only a wooden stick in his hand.

"This is my sword!"

Wow!

As soon as Lin Chen's words came out, the scene fell into dead silence.

The neon countrymen sitting in front of the TV were also a little dull at this time.

Is this Lin Chen's sword?

But immediately, everyone became angry.

"This boy is so arrogant? How dare you look down on our sword master?"

"He's looking for death! We'll have to chop off his head soon!"

Fuchuan Heiji stared at Lin Chen closely: "Is this your sword?"

"Yes, if I use it, I won't kill you so easily. After all, you will have to kneel down and apologize later!"

boom!

An idea came to everyone's mind.

Arrogant!

So arrogant!


Chapter completed!