Chapter 611 Fight (1)
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"Useless sick man of East Asia, useless Chinese..."
The three sumo wrestlers laughed.
Huang Yunguo was anxious and embarrassed, and kicked up.
This sumo wrestler looks clumsy because of his obesity, but his movements are not clumsy at all. When Huang Yunguo's foot was about to kick, the elephant's foot stretched out, and it was about to kick Huang Yunguo's foot...
If this kick hit Huang Yunguo, it would definitely break his bones.
Yang Zimei's fingers moved, and the copper coin in his hand that had just bought water from the canteen for change bounced out, hitting the leg kicked by the sumo.
Sumo's legs are numb and unable to kick out.
Huang Yunguo also took the opportunity to kick his calf fiercely...
Although his strength was not great, he still kicked the sumo in pain.
The sumo wrestler screamed, and his fists were dispatched to hit Huang Yunguo in the face.
Yang Zimei's figure flashed, flashing like a phantom in front of the sumo wrestler, and slammed into the sumo wrestler's big fist like a hammer.
click!
All I could hear was the sound of broken bones.
The hearts of the onlookers also sank, covering their eyes, unable to bear to see such a beautiful and delicate girl's fist shattered.
However, they heard the scream like killing a pig, not from the girl, but from the sumo wrestler.
The sumo wrestler took a few steps back, shaking his hands in pain.
The girl who suddenly appeared did not change her face, and stood by the side lightly. There was nothing unusual about her tender white and slender hands.
Everyone looked at her in astonishment.
Could it be that she shattered the sumo fist?
Huang Yunguo recognized her and widened his eyes, "Is that you?"
Yang Zimei nodded, "Go out and let me challenge them!"
"Can you do it? They're not ordinary people."
Although Huang Yunguo has seen her amazing ball skills, he knows that she has certain skills.
However, these three grand sumo wrestlers are not ordinary people.
Yang Zimei is not as thick as anyone else's leg, can he knock them down?
What's more, he had also experienced the power of sumo just now, and they have trained all the fat in their bodies into extraordinary weapons.
"Don't worry, although they are big, I am confident that they will make a fortune. You can watch the fun."
Yang Zimei pushed Huang Yunguo out of the circle.
The onlookers heard their conversation and began to discuss in surprise:
"God, isn't it? She's going to challenge these three grand sumo?"
"I don't know how high the sky is, people can overwhelm her with one leg."
"Such a pretty girl, but don't be ruined by this nasty big fat Japanese pig."
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At this time, the sumo wrestler whose fist was shattered by her punch reacted and rushed towards Yang Zimei angrily, "Baga! You big flower girl, I'm going to kill you..."
"You can kill it!"
Yang Zimei's cherry-red lips curled into a mocking sneer, "You'd better go back to Japan for me sooner! Don't be ashamed in our Chinese territory like a fat pig."
"Bagga!"
The sumo wrestler named Ichiro Fujita shouted angrily, stretched out his uninjured hand, and grabbed Yang Zimei's shoulder.
His grasp was fast and ruthless, blending the essence of judo, even if it was a running tiger, he could catch it and throw it out.
However, his grasp was unfortunate—
Yang Zimei dodged behind him at some point, stretched out his fingers slightly, and poked his back...
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