She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Fang coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was seriously injured. Ichiro Oda had just used ruthless force on him.

Now he can sit like this, all by relying on one breath.

But if Xiaolong and Oda Zeye fought again, he was not sure that Xiaolong would not end up like him.

Xiaolong is still young. If he were to be crippled, his old friend, Lao Qiao, would probably be very angry.

"Master!" Xiaolong exclaimed.

The master is vomiting blood because of these bastards!

His eyes were bloodshot, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his gaze as he looked at Oda Ichiro and Oda Sawano.

"I will fight him in this match. However, if he loses, not only will we take back the Dragon Soul, but we will also ask you to apologize to my master and compensate for my master's medical expenses and all the losses of the martial arts hall today!"

Ichiro Oda didn't expect that Fang Yitong's apprentice would be so impatient.

And, what is he talking about?

You actually want money?

"Okay, if we lose, I'm willing to pay one million in compensation."

"It must be RMB!" When Xiaolong heard the one million, his eyes flashed and he emphasized.

However, Ichiro Oda looked at Xiaolong as if he was something lowly.

Even laughed: "No problem, RMB."

I didn't expect that these Chinese people would value that little bit of money so much.

It seems that what others say about Chinese people going crazy because of poverty is true.

Manshu frowned. The Japanese came well prepared today. Can Xiaolong really handle it?

but……

Her eyes wandered over Xiaolong.

If he is the blood of the old aunt, he can also be considered the blood of the Yan family. Then, can he inherit the blood power of the Yan family?

I just don't know if this kind of power will erupt when life and death are in danger.

"Today's duel is only for sparring. We should stop when the time is right. I hope Mr. Oda can make your son understand this."

Seeing his disciple's firm attitude, Fang Yi knew that he could not persuade him any more and could only emphasize it again.

"Of course, we martial artists don't practice martial arts to kill people. I still remember my father saying that your master said that martial artists can protect their country, but they can't bully the weak."

Bullying?

This obviously treats Xiaolong as a weakling.

Xiaolong pretended not to understand what the other party was saying, and his junior brother had already taken his knife.

He and Odazawano stood on the arena.

Old Qiao watched coldly from the side, neither stopping nor encouraging Xiaolong.

However, Fang Yi noticed his presence.

"Lao Qiao, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drag Xiaolong into this."

After all, the child was entrusted to him by an old friend. Fang Yi was worried that if Xiaolong had an accident, Lao Qiao would go crazy.

Lao Qiao sneered: "You old thing, you are really old and useless. You can't even beat a Japanese."

He did not avoid mentioning Ichiro Oda at all.

In order to avenge his previous humiliation, Ichiro Oda studied Chinese hard when he was a child.

Now I hear every word.

He glanced at Qiao Lao and asked, "Who is this?"

"A rag collector." Qiao Lao readily followed suit and sat on the chair Fang Yi had asked his disciples to bring over. He then added, "His grandfather."

This "he" naturally refers to Xiaolong on the stage.

When Ichiro Oda heard this, he could understand why Xiaolong was so narrow-minded and only cared about money.

So it’s because your family is poor?

Manshu and the old man also got two chairs because they came with Xiaolong and Qiao Lao.

Perhaps it was because the old man and the young boy had such a strong aura, Ichiro Oda's gaze fell on them again.

He first glanced at Yan Zhentian warily, and then his eyes were fixed on Manshu.

What a pretty and beautiful girl!