Yamaguchi Masanao was very confident in his hand-chop.
The little girl was just as confident in her big jar. She raised it again and smashed it downward, slicing through the air with a sharp whistle. The sheer power behind it was many times greater than Yamaguchi Masanao's karate.
"This is..."
When his hand-chop collided with the big jar, Yamaguchi Masanao instantly cried out in shock. He felt as if his bones had shattered. But as a Fusang, and a warrior at that, he simply clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and refused to cry out in pain.
"Friends in the audience, do you see? He can't beat me." The little girl also looked toward the camera, mimicking what she'd seen. "Fusang karate is just trash."
At that moment, many people watching on their TVs were stunned, wondering if this was an interview show or some kind of prank. How could a child possibly defeat the renowned Yamaguchi Masanao from the world of Fusang karate?
