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Chapter 39 Eastern Universe Galaxy Statement
About ten minutes later.

Xiao Yu finally solved his urgent need. He stood up, put on his Wendaomen Hanfu, stepped out of the toilet, and walked to the door of the toilet.

"Click."

I turned the handle but it didn't open, and immediately realized that the door was blocked from the outside.

But this certainly didn't bother him.

Directly push back and pull.

"Click——"

Pull it off along with the door frame.

With nimble steps, Xiao Yu jumped over the dumbbell rack that was blocking the door and quickly walked out of the boxing gym. He found that his grandfather Chen Banxian had already started warming up on a temporary ring set up in the parking lot not far away.

Below the stage, there were circles of bloggers broadcasting live, media filming, and crowds cheering loudly with ill intentions.

“Xiao Yu! You finally came out!” Xiao Guanguan, who was standing anxiously outside the door, saw Xiao Yu and hurried up: “Grandma…Grandpa insisted on going up, what should I do! I can’t stop him…”

Xiao Yu was silent.

His attention shifted to the boxers warming up at the other end of the ring.

He is a middle-aged or elderly person.

He looked very strong. He bent over and pressed his knees, while knocking a pair of red boxing gloves against each other, making a "bang bang" sound.

"The old man insisted on fighting, and he jumped up." Da Fei stood beside Xiao Yu with a fake smile and spread his hands: "There's nothing I can do."

"Who did you arrange for him?" Xiao Yu asked.

"Yeah. I can't really go up and beat up an old man, can I? Don't worry, that man is my student, a boxing enthusiast. Your master is the head of the Taoist sect, so he can easily deal with him, right?"

"Okay." Xiao Yu nodded: "Then thank you."

"You're welcome." Da Fei crossed his fingers, flexed his wrists, and said something with a double meaning: "I'm a very realistic person. Anyway, you made me famous. If you hadn't messed with me just now, I would have really let you go on stage. Who cares if it's traditional martial arts or boxing, as long as I can make money, I can cooperate with whatever I want to do."

"But what now?"

"...Brother, tell me the truth. Is there a certain group that wants to do business in traditional martial arts?" Da Fei lowered his voice: "Or is it that the Federation wants to promote the development of traditional culture? Are you a publicity ambassador?"

"Not at all." Xiao Yu waved his hand.

"Oh..." Da Fei raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Then don't blame yourself for getting hurt later."

"Xiao Yu, why are you saying these useless things to him?" Xiao Guanguan, who was about to burst into tears, grabbed Xiao Yu's clothes tightly and said, "Go and persuade grandpa to come down quickly! Otherwise, let's drag him away together."

"...Let him fight."

"Ah?" Xiao Guanguan felt as if he had heard it wrong: "Are you...are you serious? Grandpa is so old..."

Ignore Xiao Guanguan's excitement.

Xiao Yu just looked at Chen Banxian quietly with complicated eyes.

He understood very well what his grandfather was thinking at the moment.

It is no wonder that he, under the banner of "asking the way", caused such a big public opinion incident that attracted the attention of the whole of Southeast University.

His grandfather thought about going on stage, at least to show some real traditional martial arts.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t beat him.

It's okay to get beaten.

At least it proves that the "Wendao Sect" has kung fu skills. It's just that they are not very good at it...

To prevent his grandson from being labeled as a "scammer".

"..."

But Xiao Yu knew.

This is just Chen Banxian's wishful thinking.

If Xiao Yu was really beaten up after taking the stage, netizens would not actually care about the "details".

There wouldn’t be as many “inner dramas” as Chen Banxian.

Just put the final conclusion on it and let the online violence get more intense.

The Federal Police will also follow suit, arresting those who need to be arrested, detaining those who need to be detained, or even directly detaining them to calm public opinion.

In fact...if Xiao Yu was really just an "ordinary person", he wouldn't have waited for the heat to ferment to such an extent.

A few days ago in Xiangni City, he was locked up on the spot.

Then, they used the official media account to release a notice with white text on a blue background...

"..."

Continuing in silence, Xiao Yu looked at Chen Banxian who had finished warming up and sighed softly.

The feelings from loved ones are so clear and strong.

It was like a puff of liquid that went directly into my pants, and only I knew the warmth.

……

"Friends in the live broadcast room, did you see that? Xiao Yu's master, the head of the Dao Sect, has come on stage to replace Xiao Yu!"

"I've done a great job on my family!"

"After the apprentice gets into trouble, the master cleans up the mess, 6!"

"What's going on? We want to see Xiao Yu..."

"Xiao Yu is scared. What did I say in the live broadcast room last night? I concluded that this fight would not happen."

"According to what was revealed online, they are all from the same family. This old man is Xiao Yu's grandfather. He's a fortune teller."

"Master, come on! We will always believe in the Dao Sect!"

Below the ring, a huge crowd of people stretched to both ends of the street. Outside the blocked street, even more people gathered.

To flatter, to ridicule, to shout, to make a fuss, and to make a lot of noise.

The scene only became quieter until the old man on the boxing ring, Chen Banxian, and another slightly younger old man, had finished warming up.

"Are you all ready?" The slightly bald middle-aged man climbed over the fence, stood in the middle of the ring, put on the black headset, and looked around at the two people: "When you are ready, you can start."

"Okay." The boxing old man swung his long arms vigorously and shook his legs on the spot.

"Please." Chen Banxian lowered his body and performed the starting posture of Bajiquan.

"Okay then." The referee moved the microphone closer to his mouth. "I've told you the details twice just now. Three rounds in total, one hundred seconds each. Free fighting rules. Do you have any questions?"

"No." The boxing old man said nonchalantly.

"No." Chen Banxian's face was serious.

"OK. If everything is fine, let's get started." Putting on white gloves and holding a whistle, the referee quickly pushed to the corner of the ring: "Wendaomen traditional martial arts PK Dafei Fighting Hall free fighting, ready--"

"Wait a moment."

Someone suddenly interrupted.

Everyone turned to look and saw that it was a police officer.

The police officer took a running start, jumped over the rubber barrier and walked towards the referee: "Mike, let me use it for a moment."

"Oh, okay." The referee immediately took off the headset and handed it over.

The police officer took it and said to Chen Banxian: "Old comrade, please put on your protective gear."

“…I practice traditional martial arts and don’t wear protective gear.”

"You have to wear it."

The police officer deliberately raised his voice, looked at the bloggers below, and began to stack armor: "This boxing match was jointly organized by the organizer Dafei Fighting Co., Ltd., the organizers of the Federal City Sports Division and the Federal City Cultural Tourism Division, and the co-organizers of the Federal City Wushu Union, the Federal City Free Fighting Union, and the Federal City Intangible Cultural Heritage Union... and they are directly responsible for the safety of the event. They also ensured the professional ability of the event operation in terms of personnel, venues, equipment, funds, etc. There is no record of any illegal or irregular behavior. A written pre-match agreement was signed and the division of responsibilities was clarified. At the same time, the organizer has also done a good job in various security work to ensure the safety of the event; the products, facilities and services provided by the co-organizers all meet the quality and safety standards..."

Everyone in the audience: “…”

Outside the gym, Xiao Guanguan was stunned: "...He...what did he mean?"

"You don't need to understand." Xiao Yu explained: "In ancient times, when there were various sacrifices, activities, coming-of-age ceremonies, rituals, and fighting to select leaders, wizards and shamans would also be arranged to chant spells."

Xiao Guanguan: "Oh..."

Dafei: “…”

……

(End of this chapter)