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Chapter 33

She asked for two small thin wooden sticks, let the volunteer martial arts instructor hold them in her hands, and then held them above her head.

"Later, I will break both of these sticks at once without using any external force."

The martial arts instructor raised his eyebrows, "Miss Wen, I'm [-] tall. If I hold it like this, it's almost [-] meters tall."

What he said was to remind Wen Tang in a disguised form that this challenge was not easy.

Wen Tang did a few preparatory activities, stretched his arms and pressed his legs, and finally bent down, then smiled slightly, "Thank you for reminding me."

Zhao Zongze and the three of them also stopped what they were doing and watched with great interest.

Seeing that persuasion was useless, the martial arts instructor stopped talking, and just stood up according to what Wen Tang said.

Wen Tang came to a position about three steps away from him, looked at the wooden stick above his head, and said in a low voice, "Here we come!"

In just an instant, her eyes and demeanor all changed!

The martial arts instructor closest to her even seemed to feel a sense of oppression, heavy and uncomfortable.

The next moment, Wen Tang jumped up suddenly, his body twisted after taking off, his legs were on top, and then his two long legs quickly kicked on the wooden stick.

Pop, pop!
There were two cracking sounds almost in no particular order, and the two severed wooden sticks also fell to the ground.

The martial arts instructor was stunned for a moment, then put his hand down, staring at the stubble in his hand in a daze.

But in the blink of an eye, the wooden stick broke, and Wen Tang landed firmly.

The girl even touched the ground with one toe after landing, and turned in a small half circle. The ponytail behind her head drew a neat arc in the air, and she just turned from sideways to face the judges' seat.

As soon as he was passing, Wen Tang deftly clasped his fists at the judges, and said heroically, "Accept!"

"Hahaha!" Zhao Zongze laughed all of a sudden, and the female judge next to him quietly gave Wen Tang a thumbs up.

Wen Tang returned to his original smiling face, looking very generous and unrestrained.

The martial arts instructor stared at her profile, and felt more and more that what he felt just now was an illusion.

In fact, he really didn't feel wrong!
Modern people rarely learn martial arts, and even if they learn, they rarely have the opportunity to practice. At most, they only compare each other with reservations, and even if it is a real contest, there is a limit.

But Wen Tang was different. Wen Tang, a foreigner, had actually killed people and seen blood. Once he got serious, his aura would definitely not be hidden.

The martial arts instructor threw away the small wooden stick in his hand, patted Wen Tang on the shoulder, and hugged her fist, "Miss Wen is very skilled!"

Wen Tang followed up with a few words of modesty, and then said, "Miss Wen can go back, we will notify you of the final result within a week." Then he went out.

As soon as he went out, several people waiting outside looked over like searchlights.

Wen Tang flicked his ponytail chicly, clasped his fists together, and said sincerely, "Everyone, come on." Then he went straight outside.

(End of this chapter)