Super Asura System

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and a huge arena was set up on the largest square in the capital city. It was an open arena that anyone could watch, and also anyone could go on stage.    

    

The Japanese's side was sitting on the arena. There were dozens of experts. They were the defenders, and the challengers didn't have their own seats.    

    

Standing on the arena with a smile, Tachibana Qianqiu said, "This time, we, First Expert and Aquamarine from the East Ocean, are here to guide you pathetic Golly people.    

    

We will specially lead the experts of the East Ocean Empire to set up the arena here. The arena stage will be set up for ten days. After one match, each defender can choose to continue defending the arena or go back to rest.    

    

Only after defeating all of the defenders did they obtain the final victory. I hope that all of you Golly people will be as good as your mouths. The entire world belongs to Golly. Only people like you can say such sad words. "    

    

Park Yi said with a gloomy face, "Don't talk nonsense here. If you want to fight, then hurry up and fight. If you don't want to fight, then scram back to Japan."    

    

"Since His Majesty is so anxious to send your people to their deaths, then let's begin!"    

    

After saying that, she left. Then, a Japanese warrior jumped up. This fellow said with a proud expression, "I'm Sawakita Rongzhi, so I came here to make a name for myself. Which one of you came here to die?"    

    

The first ones to attack were usually small fries. The large families seemed to be very stable, but the civil experts below were all very arrogant.    

    

A guy jumped onto the stage and scolded loudly, "You Japanese dog, I am Wang Xiaohui, a civil expert. I will let you see how powerful Golly people is."    

    

This guy's weapon was a plain knife. He brandished it and pounced forward. His blade was extremely fast, and he wanted to cut the other party into two.    

    

A disdainful smile hung on Sawakita Rongzhi's face. His body moved to the side and the katana in his hand was unsheathed at lightning speed, cutting his opponent's throat in an instant.    

    

He put the katana back into its sheath and said calmly, "Is this the level of Golly people? It really disappointed me."    

    

As he spoke, he kicked the opponent's corpse off the stage and looked down arrogantly. It was a completely disdainful look that made the people below angry again.    

    

A woman flew onto the arena. She held a short sword in her hand and said, "Blood Slaughter Palace disciple Zhao Suqiu, I'm here to kill a Japanese dog like you. You Japanese dogs are really detestable.    

    

You actually sent people to infiltrate our Blood Slaughter Palace and even obtained the position of Palace Master, causing our thousand-year legacy to be destroyed. Today, I want justice for you. "    

    

As she spoke, she waved the short sword in her hand, and her figure flashed as she rushed up. Their strengths were about the same this time, and they quickly clashed in the arena.    

    

After all, Zhao Suqiu was a woman. Slowly, she began to lose some of her physical strength, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted. Her attacks were all a fighting style where both sides suffered heavy losses.    

    

She suddenly let go of her defense and allowed the opponent's samurai sword to pierce through her body. The two short swords in her hands stabbed into the opponent's neck at the same time to perish together.    

    

Park Yi nodded in the stands at this time and said, "After all, the Blood Slaughter Palace is a local sect in Golly. They still have some guts. Send down the order later to remove the ban on the Blood Slaughter Palace. I hope they can pull themselves together again. "    

    

Aquamarine frowned. Although Ze Beirong was just a small shrimp, fighting to such an extent was beyond his expectations.    

    

He whispered, "Tell the people below to pay attention to this fighting style of mutual destruction. After all, our numbers are limited. This fighting style is disadvantageous to us."    

    

After the people below nodded their heads, they saw a tall and sturdy Japanese jumping onto the arena. This guy was challenging Cang Dalang and Erlang, he was a judo expert.    

    

He said loudly with a buzzing sound, "I don't use weapons, so the opponents who use weapons don't need to come up. If the Golly doesn't have experts who use fists and kicks, it's not impossible to use weapons."    

    

Before he could finish his words, this guy jumped onto the stage from the bottom of the stage. This guy was in a sharp contrast with him, which made him look smaller and smaller.    

    

This guy said loudly, "You really look down on us Golly people. Today, I will beat you up with my fists and kicks. My name is Park Min. Don't forget to tell the Yama King in the Underworld."    

    

Park Min was obviously a speed-type expert. He kept circling around Dalang and punching and kicking from time to time, making the other party grimace in pain.    

    

Pan Cang Dalang had failed to catch him several times, which made him very angry. He gritted his teeth and took two punches from the opponent, grabbing his arm.    

    

The cross lock he used in the Soft Spell broke his arm. As his opponent screamed in pain, he used the Soft Spell again and again, breaking all the bones in his opponent's body. Finally, he broke his neck and threw him onto the stage.    

    

Takagi furiously roared, "Do you think you can deal with me by jumping around like monkeys? Our Japanese Soft Technique is the most powerful ability in the world."    

    

"What are you talking about? Let your grandfather, An Yunlong, tell you that Taekwondo is the most powerful skill in the world."    

    

A young man flew onto the stage. An Yunlong was quite famous in Golly. He was known to be more agile than his hands and was an expert in Taekwondo.    

    

Dalang Ban waved his hand in disdain and said, "I hope you jump faster than the monkey just now. Don't let me catch you, or else I'll tear you in half."    

    

An Yunlong roared and rushed forward. He had three consecutive kicks. Each kick was as fast as lightning and full of strength.    

    

As a judo expert, Dalang was able to catch all the enemies in his hands during training. He immediately used both hands to protect himself and grabbed them with one hand as fast as lightning.    

    

His grab was successful. He caught one of his opponent's legs in an instant, but his opponent used his strength to kick him in the head.    

    

He took two steps back, but he did not let go of his hand. He used his strength to hit his opponent in the next round. Then, he grabbed his opponent's other leg with his other hand.    

    

His entire body started spinning like a top. Then, he clenched his fist and lifted it up. His body rolled to the side and completely pressed his opponent under his body.    

    

Then, he clamped his opponent's neck with his two legs and twisted it hard. With a cracking sound, An Yunlong's neck was broken. He did not expect this Taekwondo master to not even be able to take three moves from his opponent.    

    

This bloody opening had scared the people below. For a moment, no one went up the stage.