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Chapter 149 Even Chinese chickens know kung fu?!
Not only were the foreign guests completely dumbfounded, but the global audience who followed the show were also stunned on the other side of the screen.

What's up with this Chinese guy's broom? Did he borrow it from Harry Potter?

Why did Harry Potter lend it to him and not me? I'm from the same country as Harry Potter, and I've never even seen a flying broomstick!

[Oh yeah, Harry Potter is in China!]

[Laughing Mouse, Song Shixing, a veteran guest who has worked with Jiang Nanxi on two episodes, has been successfully led astray.]

"Is he looking down on us?"

The foreign guests snapped out of their daze and glared angrily at Song Shixing, their eyes blazing with fury.

Seeing the seriousness of the situation, Jiang Nanxi quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, saying, "Everyone, don't be angry. He didn't do it on purpose. Let's get along amicably!"

"Who wants to be friendly with you!"

Johnson turned and glared at Jiang Nanxi, saying, "Who do you think you are? Women have no right to speak here!"

Jiang Nanxi smiled, "I am a human-faced pig. Although I have a human face, I eat as much as a pig. You'd better not mess with me. I'm the kind of person you shouldn't mess with. If I get angry, I'll eat all your food!"

Johansson: ? ? ?

Before Johnson could react, Jiang Nanxi kicked the rooster at her feet.

The rooster crowed and took flight, flapping its wings like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, using its spiritual power to sweep all the wild fruits off the tree.

Jiang Nanxi and the others realized what was happening and quickly grabbed their backpacks to pack the wild fruits.

There weren't many wild fruits on the tree to begin with, and they were quickly filled up by them.

That wasn't all; the rooster even flew to Delong in the tree, snatched all the fruit he had just picked from his hand, and then leisurely flew to Jiang Nanxi's side.

The chicken was too fast; Deron didn't even have time to react, let alone stop it.

"My fruit—!"

Delong shouted and quickly climbed down from the tree, wanting to find the chicken and get the fruit back.

"Give it back, or I'll kill you!"

Delong carried a dagger, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and he thrust the dagger directly at the rooster.

The rooster, its two wings holding the fruit, flew up and kicked Delong in the face, sending him flying three meters away, crashing into a tree not far away.

boom--!
boom--!
The whole audience fell silent.

[My God, this chicken knows Chinese Kung Fu! Not only can it fly, but it also knows Chinese Kung Fu!]

【No way, even chickens in China know kung fu? How powerful must the Chinese be?!】

[I, a Chinese person, am completely sweating. This is a classic case of "humans are inferior to chickens." Even chickens know kung fu, but I don't.]

Oh no, my international student roommate wants me to teach him kung fu again tomorrow. I need to think of a story to tell.

Jiang Nanxi and her teammates collected all the wild fruits on the tree, leaving none for themselves.

This is the only tree in the area with edible wild fruit; the fruit on the other trees is poisonous. If they want to eat something else, they'll have to find something else.

The foreign guests all looked extremely grim.

Jiang Nanxi looked at them in surprise, "No way, no way, you're so slow at picking fruit, you can't even out-pick a chicken, are you greyhounds?"

At this, those people's faces turned green.

Who are you calling a jerk?!

Johnson was tall and strong with fierce features. He was not a good-tempered man, and he walked towards Jiang Nanxi with anger in his eyes.

He stared intently at Jiang Nanxi's backpack and said, "There are fruits we picked in here, give them back!" Jiang Nanxi wasn't intimidated by him and said slowly, "If you're so capable, take them back yourself. Don't you think you're very strong? How about you have a contest with my chickens?"

Johnson: ?

Please, he's the M country's boxing champion, the king of underground boxing rings, and you want him to fight a chicken?

Who the hell are you trying to humiliate?!
Johnson snorted and pointed at Song Shixing, who had just gotten off the broom, saying, "I don't hit women, and I have no interest in bullying a small animal. Let him come over and have a match with me."

"If he can beat me, I won't take these wild fruits. If he can't, you'll have to hand over all the fruits, not a single one!"

Jiang Nanxi raised an index finger and shook it at him, "No, no, no, this is against the rules. According to the tradition of martial arts competitions in China, you must defeat our beast pet before you are qualified to compete with its owner."

If you can't beat a beast pet, it means you're inferior to a beast, and you're not qualified to compete with humans.

Johnson: ?

What kind of ridiculous rule is this? Does China even have such a rule? Why does it feel like she's insulting him?
Johnson could only understand what Jiang Nanxi was saying through a translator, but he couldn't quite grasp the meaning.

He said, "Okay, then I'll have a match with it first. If it dies, it's mine. I'm going to use it to make chicken soup! Then I'll beat you all to a pulp!"

Jiang Nanxi smiled slightly, "Let's see if you can kill him first."

[Hahaha, he actually agreed! If he hadn't studied Chinese culture, he probably wouldn't have understood what Jiang Nanxi was saying.]

[Fool, they're calling you an animal, why are you still trying so hard to please them?]

[Feng Aotian is Xi Jie's pet, and Johnson is Cheng Qiaozhi's pet; this competition is indeed quite reasonable.]

Jiang Nanxi and the others stepped back a little, leaving only the rooster and Johnson standing in the open space.

Johnson roared and clenched his fist, smashing it towards the rooster.

His fist made a whistling sound as it pierced the air.

boom--!
If that punch landed on the rooster, it would probably turn it into a chicken patty.

But just as the punch was about to hit the rooster, its figure vanished into thin air.

Yes, it means disappearing into thin air.

He was standing there perfectly fine, and then he just disappeared, leaving the foreign guests and audience wide-eyed.

Where's the chicken?

[Weren't you just standing there without moving?]

[My God, this chicken not only knows Chinese kung fu, but it can also teleport? That's terrifying!]

There was a pop.

Johnson's punch was powerful, but because it missed, he fell to the ground.

Before anyone could react, the rooster appeared, standing on Johnson's back.

Johnson fell to the ground and tried to get up, but found a strange force on his back.

The force pressed down on him like a small mountain, making it impossible for him to move, let alone stand up.

"Something's on my back!"

He couldn't see behind him, and his voice carried a hint of fear.

"Snap, snap, snap, snap—!"

The rooster raised its wings and flapped them wildly dozens of times at the back of his head, the flapping wings creating afterimages, while Johnson's screams echoed continuously.