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"Keep your voice down. After all, this is Lie's sect. I was just praying for the child."

Fortunately, the little monk was outside the main hall and there was no one else in the hall at that time, otherwise he would have been in trouble after hearing these remarks.

"Okay, I know..."

"This donor seems to be Lie's friend. I am Huijue, the abbot's uncle. Because I am not interested in fighting and killing, I was arranged by my junior brother to be in charge of the main hall."

The person who was speaking had white hair and beard, but he had a youthful face. If he had hair and wore a Taoist robe, he would really be an old immortal.

"You must be joking, old monk. Abbot Xinneng is already in his eighties. If you were his uncle, you would be much older than him. But you are taking really good care of yourself."

He used to think that "white hair and youthful face" was just an adjective describing the way of health preservation in books, but after meeting the real person, he realized that the word was exactly what it said without any exaggeration.

"Could it be that the other party is a master like described in novels, with eternal youth, a hidden weapon that every sect has?"

"Don't misunderstand me, benefactor. I am not some peerless master. Maybe I was in the past, but at the age of 200, I am lucky to be alive."

It seems like this is another strange person similar to the master, but perhaps not as strong.

"Master Juehui, I have a question for you."

"Donor Chen, please feel free to speak."

Chen Tianqiao paced outside the main hall, looking towards the direction of Bodhidharma Cave intentionally or unintentionally, and said: "I know that Shaolin Temple has a long history. There should be more than one master like Master."

"I wonder if other sects have people like you who are the best in the world."

Hearing this, the old monk didn't say anything, but just shook his head and made a flower-picking gesture with his hand.

Upon seeing this, someone immediately had a look of sudden enlightenment on his face.

The sky gradually darkened and the evening breeze blew on the mountain path when the two returned to the room.

Garuda could no longer hold back and asked curiously, "Husband, what did the old monk say? Please explain it to me."

"No! I'm just a rough guy, how can I understand so much when you are talking to me? I just don't want to be outdone."

After hearing her man's explanation, Garuda rolled her eyes. It was an answer that she expected.

However, Chen Tianqiao did understand a little bit of it at that time. There were masters, but definitely not many. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain how they had defeated Hanma Yongjiro.

"Ah, time has seemed to go by a lot faster since I returned home. The Grand Tournament will enter the finals tomorrow, and I can finally have a good fight."

Chapter 75: Changed Competition System

At dawn, he was awakened by someone knocking on the door of the Wushu Association. Led by his entourage, he came to a room on the top floor of the venue.

One of them was wearing a white Zhongshan suit, with his hands in his pockets, standing in front of the French window with an expressionless face. Another one was wearing a small vest and had messy hair. Guo Chuncheng

"Wow, this big guy is so big! Old man, is this your new disciple? Do you want me to help you test his strength?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Guo Haihuang flashed and appeared in front of his son Guo Chuncheng. He punched him three times in a row, hitting him like a shrimp, with his back arched and he holding his stomach and retching.

"Humph, do you know what it means to speak out of turn? Are those eyes of yours to be stepped on as if they were light bulbs? The strong should not be insulted! Don't say I didn't teach you that!"

Guo Haihuang's quick action made Chen Tianqiao's eyes twitch. He had not yet planned to take action, but his deep love for his son was understandable.

"Humph! I don't accept it. Let him fight me!"

At this moment, Guo Chuncheng was being stepped on by his father, but he still shouted in dissatisfaction. He had just arrived last night and was not clear about the opponent's strength.

But it did not hinder his confidence in his own strength. Seeing his father flattering the person in front of him like that, he became even more furious.

"Master, if you don't mind, I will help him sober up for you."

"Okay, just don't kill me."

With today's advanced medical technology and the physical fitness of warriors, as long as there is still a breath of life, the person can be rescued from death.

The moment he released his feet, Guo Chuncheng suddenly attacked. He leaped in front of the opponent like a spring, and his leg knife was like a hook and a crescent moon, suddenly stabbing the man's waist and kidneys.

"Huh? How come?!"

He used 80% of his strength in this attack, but the opponent did not show the painful expression as he had expected. Guo Chuncheng thought that something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to pull his legs back.

But it was too late. He only felt his legs tighten and the world was spinning for a moment. When he recovered, he was already lying on the floor, in so much pain that he could not move for a while.

"What happened! I..."

"Snapped!"

Looking at Guo Chuncheng who was kicked unconscious by Chen Tianqiao, Long Shuwen still had that poker face. One could only tell from the twitching corners of his mouth that he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

"I say, this kid still has a game to play. What are you going to do with him in this state now?"

Glancing at the unconscious Guo Chuncheng, he sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and said, "That's easy. I'll take care of all the games that are short of players. It's boring to just sit there anyway."

"Boy, although I know you are very strong, are you serious?" Guo Qinglin took a sip of tea, his face full of disbelief. The other party was a difficult person even for him.

"Of course, I never joke."

After that, he suddenly walked up to Long Shuwen and said, "Let's switch opponents later. I will take care of Oliva, and you will take care of the one called Ali."

"Um?.........!"

".Humph!..Why?"

Long Shuwen, who was leaning against the wall and smoking, never expected that the person in front of him asked him to change opponents. Was he looking down on him?

"boom!"

Long Shuwen felt a flash before his eyes, and found that his head was being held in someone's hand, and his whole body was lifted into the air.

"Ha~hahaha! Why do you say that?"

"Because I am stronger than you! If I want to kill you, it would be easy!"

Upon hearing this, Long Shuwen was immediately furious. He flipped his palm and used the King of Hell's Three-Point Hand to counterattack instantly. He tapped the acupoints on the arm that was holding him like lightning. After several taps, the opponent's arm was as strong as steel and cast iron, and did not move at all.

"Bajiquan? You've met someone in the same field as me. I happen to know a little bit of it. Let's help each other and make you convinced."

After saying that, he put the man down and stepped aside. He had expected Long Shuwen's resistance.

Anyone who practices martial arts will not easily accept the conditions proposed by himself.

Scholars can solve problems by using reasoning, while warriors can solve the problem by using physics. The two have the same goal and there is not much difference between them.

"Clap clap..."

Guo Qinglin clapped his hands calmly, focused the two people's attention and said, "Okay, I'll make the decision for Shuwen and let him switch opponents with you. We are all family, so don't make things too awkward."

"I'm sorry. When I was in Neon, I had a little trouble with Oliva. Now that we finally meet, it would be a shame if I don't have a friendly exchange with him."

After brushing off the dust on his body, Long Shuwen said nothing with a grim face and continued to stand beside Guo Haihuang.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was a bit stiff, Guo Qinglin waved his hand and asked him to go early to prepare for the next game, and by the way, asked him to take Guo Fengchun away.

"Sorry, I lost my composure just now."

"It's okay. I just want to know why you have to change the game."

Guo Haihuang knew this disciple quite well. He usually seemed harmless, but today he suddenly seemed like a different person.

"What if I say that this guy can't beat Oliva? I'm also saving the seeds of the martial arts association for you."

Although it is a question, the tone is very affirmative.

Hearing his disciple's words, Guo Haihuang looked a little unhappy. After all, this was someone he had trained with great effort, but he was completely denied before he even took the stage.

"Are you really that sure?"

"If you don't believe me, I don't need to say more...but..."

Before he could finish, Guo Haihuang seemed to have made up his mind. He slapped the table and stood up and said:

"Alright! Let's do it as before. I'll arrange the order of players. After all, this is our home turf. So what if we cheat? As long as we win, it's fine."

On the other side, in the foreign players' lounge, Hanma Baki, Ali II, Oliva, Jakukaiou, and Hanma Yujiro gathered together.

Because a temporary notice to reschedule the competition had just been issued, and because Lie was his son's good friend, Yongjiro mocked him in every way, and after Lie left with a sullen face.

Hanma Yongjiro, who had been so arrogant just now, now had a serious and solemn expression, just like the face-changing in Sichuan opera.

"Baki! The martial arts of the country of China are not soft persimmons. They are showing their fangs to us regardless of the consequences!"

For some reason, when he said this, he remembered the old man in Taoist robes who stood in front of him when he forced China to sign a peace treaty.

Although the man died in the end, he left a regret in this country.

Today, he came here to see how many people like him there are in this country!

"Honestly speaking, I want to make their thousands of years of martial arts history, which they are so proud of, become a complete joke!"

Arrogant, conceited, crazy, cruel and all the negative labels that can be found can be attached to Hanma Yujiro at this time.

To personally destroy and deny a country's thousands of years of martial arts history, perhaps among this group of people, only a madman like Yujiro would have such an idea.

However, for foreigners like them, Hanma Yujiro's words were indeed very inspiring, as if they were participating in history and changing the future.

Chapter 76 Power Showdown

"Dear audience! The organizing committee has decided to temporarily change the competition grouping."

The schedule that was soon revealed for the first time showed Oliva vs. Chen Tianqiao, Long Shuwen vs. Ali, Lie vs. Ji Kaiwang, and Hanma Yujiro vs. Hanma Baki.

This expected scene made Hanma Yongjiro's stiff face reveal a hint of sneer, but he was just running out of tricks.

But what disappointed him the most was that the old fellow Guo Haihuang even refused to participate in the competition, even though he clearly wanted to see who was stronger, the so-called pinnacle of skills or the dominance of strength.

"Dong" With the sound of the gong of the competition, players from both sides officially entered the venue.

Oliva, who was only wearing boxing shorts, had arms thicker than his head, chest muscles like gluteal muscles, and a body of steel, making him look like a human tank armed with muscles.

"Hi, Mr. Oliva, the freest one, I feel very sorry since our last hasty farewell. I didn't expect to see you again today. It's really a joy."

The rising fighting spirit burst out in an instant, his altitude was higher than that of his opponent, and his bronze muscles seemed to be cast with fine bronze.

Because he once slaughtered a large number of sea creatures, his words unconsciously carried a sinister aura.

"Haha, Mr. Rao Chen, I miss you so much. I can't wait to catch up with you."

With a smile on his lips, he had immense confidence in his body. Apart from Hanma Yujiro, he was not afraid of any opponent in terms of physical purity.

As the two men finished their conversation, they were so close to each other that the audience in the stands didn't even dare to make a sound.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, aren't you going to take action first? Then I won't be polite!"

Even the air seemed to be blown up in an instant. Without any skills or moves, Oliva, with a one-handed fist, exerted his extraordinary strength to the extreme.

"boom!"

The black and yellow iron fist hit Chen Tianqiao's face heavily. The dull thud echoed in the silent stadium. Both the players' seats and the spectators were stunned.

Although Oliva had only heard of the humanoid hydraulic press before, after the match with Yang Haiwang, the reputation of the humanoid hydraulic press spread like wildfire and became known to everyone.

But even the fist of such a terrifying monster was actually blocked by someone's most vulnerable part!

Grabbing the opponent's wrist and slowly moving his fist away from his uninjured face, Chen Tianqiao showed a playful and bloodthirsty smile.

"Hey! .....Mr. Oliva, did you not eat today?!"

Ever since Ocean Killer returned, he didn't know when, perhaps even he himself didn't notice, his personality gradually became arrogant, and he only behaved normally when he was with Garuda.

"Huh?! You seem excited today?"

Oliva suddenly noticed the other person's expression. He looked very much like someone, the guy he least wanted to face.

"Yes! Yes! ... Mr. Oliva, I don't know why I am in a particularly good mood today. What are you waiting for? Keep wielding your strange power! Let me take a good look at the power you are so proud of!"

In an instant, his eyes turned red and veins popped out on his forehead. Oliva swore that no one had ever dared to look down on him like this!

The muscles of a black and yellow giant beast were bulging, and the ground beneath his feet was torn into pieces by the force. Then, his face showed an expression exactly the same as Chen Tianqiao's.

"It's been so many years! I almost forgot! You are the second person who has angered me! I hope this will be the last one!"

He suddenly broke free from his grip, and after accumulating strength, he slammed his huge fist into the opponent's chest with a tearing sound.

"Bang!" Just like a covered war drum being hammered, Chen Tianqiao's counterattack came in an instant, with the same clean and neat punch, without any skill at all.