Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Jackie Chan also squatted down, gripping the safety net with both hands, and looked at Xiaoyu.

"You actually came to participate in the competition!"

Xiaoyu said excitedly to Jackie Chan, "I knew you wouldn't let the bull warrior ride on you! Go and beat him down!"

"Xiaoyu, why is your mind filled with these things..." Jackie Chan said helplessly.

He was being chased by the Black Hand gang and ended up here in a daze. He had no intention of defeating anyone!

"I saw the Bull Talisman! It's actually on the Bull Warrior's mask! Uncle Long, you have to defeat the Bull Warrior! The host just said that the winner can take off the opponent's mask! Then the Bull Talisman will be ours!" Xiaoyu was very excited.

Jackie Chan took a deep breath. Although he didn't want to admit it, Jade was clearly right. Now, only by defeating the Bull Warrior could they take the Bull Talisman.

The Mafia has already caught up with us here. If we delay any longer, something might go wrong!

"I must get the Ox Talisman before the Black Hand gang does. I hope I can succeed today..." Jackie Chan's tone was somewhat uncertain.

Chapter 17 Jackie Chan is brutally ravaged by the Bull Warrior.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!"

A crisp bell rang, signaling the start of the competition.

"Uncle Long! Go participate in the competition! You'll definitely beat that bull warrior to a pulp! I absolutely believe in you, go for it!" Xiaoyu's face was flushed.

At this moment, Jackie Chan turned around and saw that the Bull Warrior was charging towards him like a wild bull.

Before Jackie Chan could even adjust his mindset to fight, he was caught off guard and bumped into by the Bull Warrior's protruding belly, slamming him hard against the iron pillar at the edge of the ring.

"Ouch, what bad luck..." Jackie Chan felt as if he had been hit by a bull, and he became completely disoriented, his head spinning.

Before his eyes began to appear patches of black shadows and starlight.

"thump"

Jackie Chan's legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

The moment he fell to the ground, the entire stadium erupted in cheers once again.

"Yay! I knew Bull Warrior was the strongest!" Parker roared.

Xiaoyu never expected that her Uncle Long couldn't even withstand a single blow from the opponent. She covered her face, her eyes filled with worry and anger.

Uncle Jackie!

Please!

Get up! Show some spirit!

Jackie Chan fell to the ground, realizing that the Bull Warrior was clearly serious, and he gritted his teeth.

"Okay, let's go!"

The next moment, Jackie Chan suddenly sprang up from the ground.

He moved nimbly, leaping backward and landing on the railing.

Then he suddenly leaped upwards, gathered his strength, and launched a flying kick towards the bull warrior.

It seemed swift, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

Instead of kicking the bull warrior, he was instead grabbed and hugged around the waist by the bull warrior without any regard for his safety.

Seeing this, everyone knew something was terribly wrong. Xiaoyu covered her eyes, unable to bear to look.

Immediately afterwards, the Bull Warrior tackled Jackie Chan forward and threw him to the ground.

"boom!"

Jackie Chan was slammed to the ground by the force of his shoulder.

After being hit like that, Jackie Chan, who was already lying down, felt dizzy.

After a two-second pause, he opened his eyes and looked to the side.

The bull warrior had already run to the railing, and using the extremely elastic railing as a spring, he slammed into it and charged forward again.

"No..."

At that moment, Jackie Chan had only one thought in his mind—

Bad luck!

"Oh!"

The bull warrior pounced and pinned Jackie Chan down.

The match was over almost before it even started.

Only the referee's voice could be heard from the field.

After the referee counted down from three, the bell rang, signaling the end of the match.

"Congratulations! Let's all cheer for the victor of this battle! The one who has emerged victorious this time is once again the invincible Bull Warrior!"

As the fat host's passionate announcement rang out, a cheer erupted throughout the arena.

The voices of the audience almost formed a wave, echoing throughout the venue.

The spotlight from the top of the arena shone down on the Bull Warrior.

As for Jackie Chan lying to the side, a loser whose mask had been ripped off, no one paid him any attention.

at the same time.

Tru, along with Ah Fen and a few other underlings, stood at the entrance, looking towards the arena.

At a glance, you can see Jackie Chan lying on the ground, knocked out and unconscious.

However, they only glanced at Jackie Chan before turning their attention to the winner who had knocked him down.

A talisman was embedded in the other person's mask.

"That's what we're looking for, let's go!"

Tru's squinty eyes locked onto his target, he let out a low snort, turned around and left with his underlings.

Everyone was cheering, except for Xiaoyu and her sworn brother, Uncle Long, who lay unconscious in the center of the ring...

At this moment, Jackie Chan vaguely felt as if he had entered a dream.

In this dream, Jackie Chan can see a wisp of blue smoke constantly swirling and rising in front of him.

Finally, the dispersing wisps of smoke gradually gathered and condensed into a single cloud.

Suddenly, Dad's head popped out from the fog.

"Huh? Dad?"

A dazed Jackie Chan stared blankly at the ever-swirling wisp of green mist.

Within this fog, the old man's head appeared magnified many times over.

He floated quietly in the sky, looking down.

"Ah Long, do you still remember?"

The familiar, aged, hoarse voice of his father rang in Jackie Chan's ears.

"Remember what?" Jackie Chan was still in a daze.

"Each talisman possesses its own unique magic!"

Hearing his father's voice, Jackie Chan was even more confused.

"I remember, Dad, I remember, you said there were twelve talismans, each representing one of the twelve zodiac animals..."

Jackie Chan suddenly felt a headache. "Oh, Dad, I'm so tired. I want to sleep for a while."

Just as I closed my eyes, my father's voice rang out again.

"And one more thing!"

"Is there anything else?"

Jackie Chan opened his eyes. "What else, Dad? My head hurts so much, I want to sleep."

"The ox represents strength; don't try to go head-to-head with an ox."

The old man's large head was shrouded in the rising steam, his eyes showing a hint of disdain.

"And one more thing!"

Under Jackie Chan's watchful gaze, the old man could even extend a hand from the wisp of smoke.

His index and middle fingers were slightly bent.

The next moment, it moved at a speed that was completely imperceptible to the naked eye.

With a "smack," it hit Jackie Chan on the forehead.

"Wake up! Xiaoyu is waiting for you!"

"Oh!"

Jackie Chan was flicked on the forehead by his father in his dream, and at that moment he seemed to be stimulated by some kind of magic, instantly waking up from his coma.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard one childish voice after another.

"Uncle Long."

"Uncle Long!"

"Uncle Long, wake up! Are you alright?"

The voice sounded somewhat familiar; it seemed to be my niece's voice.

Uh... niece? Xiaoyu!

Jackie Chan finally came to his senses, shook his still aching head, and sat up with Xiaoyu's help.

"Where's the Bull Warrior? Where is he?"

As Jackie Chan gradually regained consciousness, he looked around and found that the entire arena was deserted.

"He's gone, and everyone else has left too."