Lin Yunxuan had good eyesight. In addition to seeing the big characters on the banner, he also saw many small cardboard handwritings.

The words on it are nothing more than some things about **, officials stolen the country, and several excited old men holding loudspeakers and shouting slogans of killing traitors, which are even more passionate than those young people.

"This... is really different from the scene you see in China." Lin Yunxuan whispered at the gradually moving parade. [bsp;    "Haha." The man with sunglasses and earrings sitting in front laughed: "This is natural, but this is actually an extremely normal thing. Isn't one of the favorite hobbies of the people around the world scolding their own government?"

"This is also a common point among human beings." The man thought for a while and said, "But the Japanese forces are gradually weakening as their large enterprises gradually weaken, and now they are getting bigger and bigger."

"Those guys... won't make things difficult for us." The girlfriend next to the man with sunglasses and earrings suddenly said with some concern.

The man with sunglasses and earrings rolled his eyes and snorted: "That group of scum? If he is to die, he will destroy public property, block traffic, and then disgusting the Chinese people. He will fight his combat power, and he is not as good as those villagers in our hometown!"

Lin Yunxuan heard the man making fun of the sunglasses and earrings, and felt that it was interesting that he showed a faint smile on his face.

The man in sunglasses and earrings blew around for a long time along the way, which made many members of the neighboring group admire this guy’s knowledge and strong memory. When he was about to arrive, the man in sunglasses and earrings suddenly mentioned the K1 competition, so he suggested: "Friends, it is rare to encounter such a world competition. We don’t go and see it, thanks!"

"There are not many opportunities like this." The man with sunglasses and earrings shouted.

"Are there any Chinese contestants?" A little fat man was sitting next to Lin Yunxuan, and he asked curiously.

"This..." The man with sunglasses and earrings scratched his scalp and said, "No."

"No, I saw from the Internet that two martial arts masters competed in Anhai City, and almost destroyed the entire street."

"Uh..." Lin Yunxuan turned his head to look at the fat man as a witness. He didn't know where he knew the news. How could he tell the story of destroying the entire street? He and the Master of Bajiquan at most had seven or eight holes on the road, then destroyed several cars, some public property, etc.

"Puff, forget it, that's the trailer for the movie." The girlfriend of the man with sunglasses and earrings leaned on her boyfriend's shoulder and laughed and fiddled with the knowledge she got from her boyfriend last night: "For such real martial arts competitions, few Chinese martial artists have always appeared. From me, those so-called martial arts are fake, and most of them are people who seek fame and reputation."

The man and girlfriend's words said, undoubtedly aroused hatred from many members present, which made the man and the man and the man and girl were embarrassed to pinch his girlfriend a few times.

The little fat man snorted: "I have visited the scene. Besides, what is this K1 competition? Why do my Chinese masters participate in competitions held in such small places? Besides, my real Chinese masters are hermits, so... I don't want to compete for what reputation."

...The faces of many members in the carriage were gloomy. Yes, we in China have masters, and the powerful can defeat the opponent's masters in actual combat. But, they are all hermits who will not easily participate in any competition.

However, if you think too much, some people will be discouraged, and even think that this sentence sounds so much like a bragging and concealment?

The man with sunglasses and earrings pursed his lips, patted his girlfriend's shoulder and let him sit back. The man wanted to speak to liven up the atmosphere, but he didn't know how to speak at once, because in fact, in large-scale competitions like K1, there were very few Chinese martial artists.

"Is the k1 match?" Lin Yunxuan stood up and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "If you don't mind, can you let me go and have a look? I'm very curious about such a match."

"Haha, of course." The man with sunglasses and earrings nodded quickly when he saw someone appearing out.

The little fat man touched his nose and said, "Plus with me, plus me, I don't believe in this K1 game, so there is no share in our China? Our Chinese martial artists are the strongest!"

"Where is a young and energetic boy." Lin Yunxuan looked at the fat man with a serious expression on his face, his mouth slightly raised, and he had a little appreciation.

According to the travel agency's plan, after a whole day, Lin Yunxuan and the fat man followed the man with sunglasses and earrings to the venue where the K1 competition was held, a large indoor boxing ring with a grand and spacious appearance.

The man with sunglasses and earrings seemed to be a little capable, so he actually got four tickets with a phone call and took Lin Yunxuan and others into the venue through the VIP channel.

At this time, the venue similar to the layout of the ancient Roman Colosseum is crowded with people, with various colors of lights shining above the head, and the music with heavy metal musicality gives people a passionate and crazy feeling.

The man with sunglasses and earrings enjoyed this feeling very much. He sat in the back of the middle and pointed to the video channel that was playing in the game: "Did you see it? That's a fight replay, how about it? It's not bad."

"It's okay." The little fat man looked at the scene in the video where the flesh was fisted and the blood of other people's teeth flew together. He felt it was very exciting, and it was not comparable to the feeling he watched on TV.

Lin Yunxuan focused on the ring. At the bottom of the big screen, 50 meters away from the entrance of the contestant area, the ring was about 1.2 meters high and about 50 square meters in size.

At this time, fireworks suddenly appeared on both sides of the ring, and it was obvious that the official competition would begin.

"Gentlemen, ladies, welcome to the K1 competition site. Let us all review the experiences of the two outstanding fighters in this competition!"

"I will introduce our challenger first~! Karate master Yamamoto Ichirō Fighter from Hyogo, Japan!"

The narrator wore a straight suit with a loud and powerful voice. When he mentioned the challenger's name, about one-third of the audience cheered and clapped his hands to show his love for the fighter.

"Yamamoto Ichirō, a karate master, has won 69 and tied 3 in the K1 competition for three years." The man in sunglasses and earrings bit a piece of chocolate and whispered to the curious Lin Yunxuan and others, "It's a strong rival, but... I'm more optimistic about his opponent."

"Karate is very powerful. You don't think about him yet. Didn't he lose?" asked the woman next to the man with sunglasses and earrings.

The man with sunglasses and earrings smiled and said, "Look~! Now I'm introducing his opponent!"

The commentator paused for a moment, waited for the audience's enthusiasm to retreat slightly, and then picked up the microphone and shouted loudly again, almost roaring: "Today, tonight, our challenger, the person he is about to challenge, is the unbeaten myth of the K1 competition, the invincible fighter, Gracie from the South American football country of Basil! Let's cheer, everyone, this is the first time our K1 king has appeared this year!"

"Gracey~! King of Fighting!"

This time, almost all the audiences in the entire venue burst into cheers. Under the influence of this huge enthusiasm, the cheers in the entire venue were difficult to calm down for a long time.

"Damn, a name is so powerful, what's the origin of this Gracie!" The little fat man took a breath and asked in a low voice.

"Try the invincible Gracie..." The man in sunglasses and earrings smiled bitterly and said, "Basil Jiu-jitsu master has gone through nearly a thousand matches in all sizes, without losing or drawing. There are countless fighters of all kinds of sects who are disabled at his hands!"
Chapter completed!