Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

It crashed headfirst into the two burly men.

"Ok?"

The two burly men who were hit remained motionless.

Ah Fen, who hit the person, ended up falling on his butt.

Looking down at A-Fen and his companions, the two contestants' expressions turned hostile, their fierce eyes beneath their masks fixed on them.

"Uh......"

Ah Fen felt uneasy under the gaze of the two burly men. As a member of the Black Hand organization, he actually took a step back and then said—

"sorry!"

"Hmph, you're smart enough to know better. Be careful next time!" One of the burly men snorted, remembering the person who had run away earlier, and didn't continue to cause trouble for Ah Fen.

"Quick, after them!" Ah Fen hurriedly led his men into the depths of the corridor.

At this moment, Jackie Chan had two burly men briefly delay him, and then casually opened a door and slipped inside.

Hiding behind the door, Jackie Chan heard a series of chaotic footsteps coming from the corridor.

It was obvious that the Black Hand gang had caught up with them.

Jackie Chan swallowed hard, turned his head and looked around the room, wanting to find a place to hide.

"Huh? A mask?"

Suddenly, Jackie Chan noticed a leather mask on the table in the center of the room, which should belong to one of the contestants.

Jackie Chan's eyes lit up: "I'll just borrow it for a bit, I'll return it right away when I'm done!"

He pulled the blue mask and cape over his head, then opened the door and swaggered out of the room.

As he passed by the Black Hand Gang, Ah Fen used his secret technique—the art of blindness.

He ran past Jackie Chan with his small group of men.

"Where did he go?" Afen's voice drifted over.

Seeing that they glanced at him but didn't seem to recognize him, Jackie Chan quickly strode forward.

After turning the corner, he glanced back discreetly and saw that Ah Fen had already led his men far away.

He turned and ran away.

When they reached the end, they didn't see an exit; instead, a curtain fell down.

Hearing the commotion coming from behind, Jackie Chan figured he should be able to get out of there.

Jackie Chan quickly stepped forward and pulled the curtain open a crack.

However, the competition area is already ahead, and if he walks out from here, he will go directly into the ring.

"How did I end up here!" Jackie Chan let go, preparing to turn back and find another place to leave.

Suddenly, someone slapped him on the shoulder from behind.

Jackie Chan was startled and quickly turned around, thinking he had been discovered by the Black Hand Gang.

When he turned around, he saw a fat man in a suit who looked like a host standing behind him.

"The match is about to start, what are you still standing here for?"

Chapter 16 Uncle Long! Are you going to beat the Bull Warrior down?

The chubby host, dressed in a suit and sporting two curly mustaches, looked at Jackie Chan.

Just as the latter was about to explain, the host grabbed his arm without warning and dragged him toward the competition venue.

"and many more!"

Jackie Chan was grabbed by the arm by the host. He opened his mouth to say that he was not there to participate in the competition, but before he could react, the host had already dragged him onto the stage.

The surrounding cheers were deafening, and the lights were dazzling, so Jackie Chan couldn't hear anything he was about to say.

After throwing Jackie Chan onto the stage, the host walked to the side and ripped the microphone off.

Then, with a passionate and spirited voice, he shouted, "Welcome everyone!"

"Welcome everyone to the Mexican wrestling competition!"

"Next, tonight's two top wrestlers will face off!"

Jackie Chan stood on the stage, somewhat at a loss.

He lay on the protective netting beside the ring, trying to see if he could climb down from there.

But at that moment, the host shouted loudly.

"They are the Bull Warriors—Wave!"

After saying that, the host pointed at Jackie Chan.

When Jackie Chan was pointed at, his body reacted faster than his brain, and he immediately stood up straight.

At the same time, the old referee standing behind him ripped off his clothes.

"what?!"

Jackie Chan was startled by the old man's sudden action.

"How did he tear my clothes off?" Jackie Chan stood there dumbfounded, instinctively covering his chest with his hands.

A chill ran through him, and the surrounding gazes made it difficult for him to adjust.

Fortunately, his mask wasn't torn off, which somewhat soothed Jackie Chan's sense of shame.

"Another one! The invincible Bull Warrior!" The host then reached out to the other side.

As soon as he finished speaking, the arena erupted in cheers, with countless people applauding the bull warrior who had won several consecutive wrestling championships.

On one side of the ring, opposite Jackie Chan, a bull warrior wearing a red cape raised his fists in response to the cheering crowd.

He also had a gold belt around his waist with three gold medals that looked like golden eggs on it, clearly indicating that he had won the championship three times.

Once the cheers subsided slightly, the bull warrior took off his red cloak and threw it on the ground.

He patted his chest suddenly, as if to bolster his courage, and then slapped himself twice, the sound crisp and powerful.

This action left Jackie Chan completely stunned.

It has to be said that he was completely stunned by the two big slaps he received from the Bull Warrior.

It was clearly the other person who slapped themselves, yet Jackie Chan was left completely bewildered by the situation.

Is this a necessary action before the start of a wrestling match?

Jackie Chan hesitated. Should he slap himself twice as well?

"No, what am I thinking? Why am I slapping myself!"

Jackie Chan's gaze shifted, and he suddenly noticed an octagonal stone embedded in the center of the Bull Warrior's brow on his mask.

This well-formed stone looks very familiar, and it has a blue bull's head mark on it.

"A bull charm!" Jackie Chan's eyes lit up.

He also noticed that after the Bull Warrior slapped himself twice without saying a word,

The ox talisman embedded in the mask suddenly emitted a faint, almost imperceptible light.

Jackie Chan saw it very clearly, and he frowned, becoming serious.

Because after the bull talisman released white light, Jackie Chan sensed that the bull warrior opposite him seemed to have undergone some kind of change.

This change triggered his sense of danger.

He had never felt this sense of crisis even when he encountered the Black Hand Gang, but now he sensed it from Bull Warrior.

At this moment, the chubby host was still gripping the microphone, passionately delivering his speech: "Tonight's winner will drink fine wine to celebrate his victory!"

"And the loser who loses the game will have their mask removed in shame!"

"Now, let's start looking forward to tonight's game!"

While the host was speaking, Jackie Chan even tried to walk onto the railing to see if he could slide down.

Before he could do anything, the old man who was tearing his clothes pulled him back.

"The match is about to begin, watch out for your opponent."

The old man's hoarse voice rang out.

"Huh? There are also experts?"

Jackie Chan felt that the old man's grip was incredibly strong, and he was dragged away without any chance to resist.

What kind of strange strength is that?

Does this mean that everyone who works here is blessed by the Ox Talisman?

Although Jackie Chan is still unclear about the true power of the Ox Talisman.

However, the intimidating aura emanating from the Bull Warrior, and the incredibly strong old man beside him.

All of this gave Jackie Chan the feeling that it might be related to talismans.

Looking at Jackie Chan, who was on stage as the Bull Warrior's opponent, Parker, sitting in the front row, couldn't help but say to Xiaoyu next to him with some disdain, "Where did they find such a short guy?"

Xiaoyu wasn't paying much attention to what was happening on the field; she was looking for Jackie Chan.

Upon hearing Parker's words, he looked up and immediately guessed who was on stage.

Her sullen face, which had been a little angry that Jackie Chan wouldn't go on stage to fight the Bull Warrior, instantly brightened with delight.

"Uncle Long?!" Xiaoyu's voice was very penetrating.

Jackie Chan, who was not paying any attention to wrestling and was cautiously looking around to see if any members of the Black Hand Gang appeared, was also attracted by the shouts and looked down at his niece.

He was stunned, not expecting Xiaoyu to be sitting right next to him.

After a moment's recollection, he remembered that because Parker had a first-class ticket given to him by the Bull Warrior, Jade had sat with him in the first row.

“Uncle Long!” Xiaoyu stood up.