My lover is this organization

"Vino, you... know karate?"

"No, but I can learn and apply it now!"

Qin Wuque answered with confidence.

He glanced at the warriors from all over the world wearing karate uniforms walking along the long steps leading to the main entrance of the gymnasium, then turned around and gave his colleagues a reassuring smile.

"No problem, I will win. I've already told you that I'm the strongest~"

"..."

Since Qin Wuque himself said so, Vodka and others naturally had nothing to say.

Rather, this made them quite interested in the karate competition, which they thought was boring.

After all, apart from those who are interested in karate themselves, the only people who come to watch this kind of competition are probably the contestants' friends and family members.

Professional killers in the winery's executive department only practiced pure close combat and killing techniques, which could not even be considered free fighting. They certainly would not have any interest in such a conventional competition.

But once Qin Wuque gets involved, things will be different.

First of all, we have to make one thing clear, that is, as long as this dog head does not commit fouls and does not hit the referee on a whim, beating up a bunch of kids and then winning the championship is a foregone conclusion.

Just imagine, watching a colleague with whom you have a pretty good relationship at work slaughtering all the opponents in the competition and winning the championship easily.

When asked by the media after the game how long he had been practicing karate, a certain dog head replied nonchalantly - Ah, actually I just started practicing in the past two days.

Wow! That's so cool!

As the saying goes, killers also have the desire to show off, and it is difficult for anyone to avoid this.

The interest of the people in the winery was aroused and they followed the crowd on the stairs leading to the main entrance of the gymnasium.

Entering the gymnasium, the space suddenly becomes clear.

Temporary security gates are lined up in a long row in the middle of the venue hall. No matter whether they are athletes or tourists, they must take out all metal objects from their bodies before officially entering and hand them over to the security personnel on site for safekeeping. Only normal items such as mobile phones, earphones, and cameras can be brought in. Anything else is prohibited.

Especially knives, not to mention fruit knives, even nail clippers...ah, files are not allowed.

"Okay, go fill out the registration form first~"

Belmode pulled the hand of Qin Wuque, who was still looking around in a daze, and pointed to the registration window not far away where there were almost no people.

"Yeah, okay." Qin Wuque nodded.

At this point in time, almost everyone who should have registered has done so. In about twenty minutes, registration will close and the contestant pairing phase will begin.

For someone like Qin Wuque who just came to register now, the tournament staff had no idea what the other party was thinking.

Or is participation more important?

But no matter what, the reception must be given.

The staff member could only pull himself together, took a registration form from the table beside him and shoved it over.

"If you want to register, please do it as soon as possible. There are about 20 minutes left before the registration deadline. Fill in the contestant's personal information and the recommender's personal information. Be careful not to make any changes."

"I understand, I understand~"

Qin Wuque reached out to take the registration form, finished it in a few strokes, then handed the paper and pen to Sister Bei and raised his eyebrows.

Vermouth smiled slightly, took the paper and pen, and swiped a few times, then handed the form and the ballpoint pen back to the staff.

The staff member glanced at the result table and saw the contestant... well, as expected, it was an unknown name.

As for the next recommender, I think it should be someone... eh? Sharon Wynyard? !

The staff member suddenly raised his head and saw through the window in front of him, the blonde beauty slightly raised her large sunglasses, revealing half of her beautiful face that had driven countless fans crazy. She raised her finger in a gesture of silence, and her eyes were as mysterious and unpredictable as they had been on the screen.

The staff member immediately nodded rapidly, his face flushed with excitement and he could hardly speak, but his strong professional ethics still made him remember to remind him.

“The venue does not provide competition uniforms, so contestants need to bring their own karate uniforms to enter.”

"I understand~"

A certain dog-head waved his hands and was dragged away by Vermouth by the collar.

Half a minute later, Qin Wuque happily reappeared in front of everyone at the winery, holding a full-body karate uniform and a copy of "Karate Beginner's Guide" bought from a temporary shop in the venue hall.

He raised the thing in his hand and said.

"Then let's set off?"

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I feel happy (Hey~)

Chapter 379: Low Profile

Although they said they were setting off, in fact, after passing through the security gate, Qin Wuque and everyone from the winery parted ways.

As spectators, Captain Qin and others naturally went straight to the auditorium, while Qin Wuque naturally went to the locker room reserved for the contestants to wait.

Since it was his first time to visit the Singapore Indoor Stadium, and the route from the lobby to the locker room was a bit roundabout, he had to take a few detours, but he eventually arrived safely.

On the way to the locker room, Qin Wuque saw many warriors wearing white black belt karate uniforms, and the most common things he saw were probably posters of the players hung at regular intervals.

And most of the contestants’ posters feature the same person.

He has a standard Asian face, a square face, and looks very strong and powerful. His physique is as strong as a Russian bear, but he is unexpectedly flexible and is doing a high kicking pose in the poster.

The publicity was so extensive that even the locker room had one or two posters of this guy.

"Who is this person? Is he Chen Zhonghan's son? This old man couldn't practice martial arts himself, but he trained his son into this state?"

Qin Wuque had just found a locker in the locker room to put his belongings away. When he looked up, he saw a large poster on the top of the locker right in front of him. He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

As we all know, the "Zhonghan Cup" Karate Championship adopts a recommendation registration system, which means that no matter how good your boxing and kicking skills are, the prerequisite for participating is that you must have a recommender.

Another way to put it is the sponsor.

As businessmen, they pursue profits.

As Singapore's most famous industrialist, Chen Zhonghan's love for martial arts may be genuine, but it is absolutely impossible for him to be so foolish as to spend money and gems, and invest huge amounts of money just to let others take home the gems that they have worked so hard to fish out.

He must be sick to do this.

You have to get some of your money back, right?

Therefore, the players recommended by sponsors with more sponsorship should naturally get more promotion opportunities.

But you pasted it all the way from the hall to the locker room, and you even wanted to cover the entire gymnasium...isn't that a bit too much?

With this level of promotion, who the hell would believe that he is not the son of old man Chen Zhonghan!

"You didn't even know he was here to compete?" Someone nearby asked in amazement, "That's Jamaldin! Hezley Jamaldin! Hezley Jamaldin, the man everyone agrees is most likely to win the karate championship!"

Qin Wuque thought about it seriously, then shook his head firmly.

"Hmm... I don't know him. I'm here to compete and win the championship. It has nothing to do with who I know. He won't turn against me and still be the crazy monkey just because I know him and call out his name accurately."

"Unless I know a referee, and he has to be a black whistle referee like the Panda Cup, who will only award the victory to the side with the higher popularity. Oh, no... His promotion is so extensive, my popularity may not be better than his, Simata."

A certain dog head touched his chin and suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem.

So he changed the subject, and made a big V sign with his hand that was pinching his chin, and his eyes lit up with wisdom.

"Then it's better to compare looks. If we put aside the fighting power and just talk about looks, I can definitely beat that Jamaldin by eighteen blocks easily."

"No, so that is..."

The older man who started to explain held his forehead with his hand and looked a little overwhelmed. He couldn't help but regret why he had to say that.

Oh, heaven and earth, what on earth is this person talking about...

Forget it, just consider it as helping others to the end.

With this thought in mind, the man wanted to say something else, but his eyes were inadvertently attracted by a figure who happened to enter the locker room from the door behind Qin Wuque. He suddenly stopped talking and his face suddenly became unnatural.

"I...I'm going to change my clothes. You should change quickly too. See you on the court later!"

After hurriedly saying this, the guy in charge of the commentary immediately ran away, leaving Qin Wuque standing there with his chin in his hand, looking confused.

What happened?

"Can you please let me go?"

The next moment, a deep voice came from behind. It sounded really deep and powerful, as if it came from a chest as strong as the front of Optimus Prime.

"Ok?"

Qin Wuque felt that someone was standing behind him, and the light from above his head was somewhat blocked.

He raised his head and looked up, only to see a familiar face that he seemed to have seen on a poster in a locker room just a few seconds ago.

The person who came was very tall, at least a head taller than him.

"It's inconvenient." Qin Wuque rolled his eyes and said unceremoniously, "Can't you see I'm about to change clothes? Can't you take a detour?"

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in the locker room. Everyone looked at this Chinese man with a madman's eyes. His height and physique were quite good, but still far behind Jamaldin.

Jamaldin said nothing, but walked forward.

Qin Wuque also reopened the wardrobe he had just closed, preparing to take out his newly bought karate uniform and put on it.

Just when everyone thought that the two were about to collide and the latter would inevitably be knocked to the ground... the collision really happened.

"Ok!"

A low groan was heard, and the person who was knocked away was not Qin Wuque, but Jamaldin.

The sturdy man, who was over two meters tall, took two steps back after the collision, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Qin Wuque continued to take his clothes.

He took out a set of...white belt karate uniform from the closet.

The grading of karate and taekwondo is actually not that different, there is only a slight difference, but the lowest is white belt, and the highest is black belt. There are nine levels above black belt, and the highest is black belt ninth level.

In this competition, black belt is just a stepping stone to entry.

"Very low-key." Jamaldin exclaimed in a low voice.

"Well, it's okay." Qin Wuque accepted it calmly.

He took off the clothes he had worn from the hotel and changed into the karate uniform he had just bought from a store near the gym.

Jamaldin had already changed into his karate uniform before coming here, so he didn't need to change again. He just took off the shoes he wore on the way here and put them in an empty cabinet.

At this time, Qin Wuque had already sat down on a chair in the locker room with the bag that he used to carry his personal belongings. He stretched out his hand and dug in the bag with a grin.

"You are very strong." Jamaldin put his things down and turned to look at Qin Wuque, "I hope to meet you in the finals."

"Yeah, wait until you make it to the finals before you talk about this."

Qin Wuque held a white karate belt in one hand and waved at Jamaldin perfunctorily.

"Okay, don't bother me if you have nothing else to do. I need to study next..."

As he said this, he opened the "Karate Beginner's Guide" that he had just bought at the entrance of the gymnasium in front of Jamaldin.

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Chapter 380 Beautiful Spin Kick!

At the same time, the competition venue was already bustling with people.

The auditoriums surrounding the huge rectangular stadium were packed with people.

At the top of the arena below, the pairing of players has begun on the three side-by-side suspended super-large screens. All the pairing processes are purely random by computer programs. Not only is it extremely efficient, but it is also absolutely fair and just, even more fair than Captain Dragonfly. There is absolutely no possibility of behind-the-scenes manipulation.

But even if it is a behind-the-scenes operation, it doesn't matter. As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Everyone will know who is stronger after a fight.