Ke Xue: Xiaolan delivers goods to your door at the beginning

He looked up and saw a familiar face that seemed familiar, as if he had just seen it on a poster in a locker room a few seconds ago.

The newcomer was extremely tall, at least a head taller than him.

"It's inconvenient." Lin Xiaofeng rolled her eyes and said bluntly, "Didn't you see the umbrella? I'm changing clothes right now. Can't you take a different route?"

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the locker room fell into a deathly silence. Everyone looked at this Asian face, who was of decent height and build but still far inferior to Jamaldin, with the eyes of someone who had gone mad.

Jamaluddin said nothing, and started walking forward.

Lin Xiaofeng also reopened the wardrobe he had just closed, preparing to take out his newly bought karate uniform and change into it.

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

"Ok!"

A low groan rang out, but it wasn't Lin Xiaofeng who was knocked aside; it was Jamaldin.

The burly man, who was easily two meters tall, staggered back two steps after the collision, a flash of surprise crossing his sharp eyes.

Lin Xiaofeng continued taking out his clothes.

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

The grading system for karate and taekwondo is actually quite similar, with only slight differences. The lowest rank is white belt, and the highest is black belt. Above black belt, there are nine dan ranks, with the highest being the ninth dan black belt.

In this arena, a black belt is merely a stepping stone to entry.

"Very low-key," Jamaluddin murmured in admiration.

"Well, it's alright," Lin Xiaofeng accepted frankly.

He took off the clothes he had worn from the hotel and put on a karate uniform he had just bought from a shop near the stadium.

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

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng had already sat down on the rest chair in the locker room with the bag he used to carry his personal belongings, stretching out his hands and grimacing as he dug and dug into the bag.

"You're very strong." Jamaldin put his things down, turned around, and looked directly at Lin Xiaofeng. "I hope to meet you in the finals."

"Hmm, let's talk about that after you make it to the finals."

Lin Xiaofeng held a white belt, which he used to cinch his waist with a karate uniform, and waved it at Jamaldin rather perfunctorily.

"Alright, don't bother me if there's nothing else. I need to study now..."

As he spoke, Lin Xiaofeng opened the "Karate Beginner's Guide" that he had just bought from the entrance of the gymnasium, right in front of Jamaldin.

360. The fruit was heavy.

Meanwhile, the competition venue was already bustling with noise.

The stands surrounding the huge rectangular arena were packed with people from all sides.

Above the arena, the pairing of players has begun on a massive suspended screen with three sides touching. The entire pairing process is done by a computer program, which is not only highly efficient but also absolutely fair and impartial.

Led by the silver-haired beauty, the group from the brewery easily secured a row of seats. Their positions were neither too high nor too low, just right in the middle, facing the side of the rectangular arena. From left to right, they could have a perfect view of the entire battle.

Vermouth, wearing large sunglasses, peered down into the arena, watching the competitors in white karate uniforms enter one by one, but Lin Xiaofeng was nowhere to be seen. She couldn't help but feel puzzled and muttered to herself.

"Where are the other rye people? I don't think I can see them at all. The others are about to start competing."

"I don't know, but I didn't see it either," said Kiel, who was sitting next to her.

"Rye, he's here." Curaçao pointed to Lin Xiaofeng, who was holding a book and had arrived late.

Lin Xiaofeng held the rulebook with him until the start of the battle, just like Kakashi from Icha Icha Paradise, completely disregarding who his opponent was.

Given the large number of participants, the tournament uses a two-on-one elimination format until a final winner is determined.

Furthermore, because the competition venue is huge, it is not necessary to hold one match at a time like in a ring. Many matches can be held at the same time. Therefore, many small areas were divided up on the ground floor before the competition started, so that the players could compete.

Meanwhile, many of the players who had been paired up below had arrived at their respective match locations and were exchanging greetings with their opponents in preparation for the start of the competition.

In fact, a significant portion of them had already officially started playing at the referee's behest.

"Please note that the match is about to begin. Do not do anything unrelated," the referee reminded.

Lin Xiaofeng put the manual aside and replied somewhat boredly, "I know, can we begin now?"

Lin Xiaofeng's actions successfully enraged his opponent. However, no matter what the opponent was like, he had only lost in a different way.

The morning matches will determine the top 50, while the afternoon matches will determine the top 25.

Then came the top 25, top 12, top 6, semifinals, finals...

Lin Xiaofeng advanced to the finals with unstoppable momentum.

Jamaluddin was the first to take the stage. His square face was tense, and he had a towel draped over his shoulder to wipe away sweat. He seemed to have a few bruises, but his sharp eyes gleamed, and his steps as he climbed the steps were incredibly imposing.

He also went on a winning streak to reach the final. Although Jamaldin was somewhat exhausted at this point, his sense of pressure and presence was many times greater than before.

The host immediately understood and seized the opportunity to liven up the atmosphere by picking up the microphone.

The host handed the microphone to Jamaldin and asked.

"So, Jamaldin, is there anything you'd like to say to Lin Xiaofeng, who is also in the finals like you?"

“I will do my best!” Jamaldin paused, then said, word by word.

"Give it your all!" the host exclaimed in surprise.

"We need to know that so far, none of Jamaldin's opponents have been able to defeat him in a single blow; they have almost all been defeated by Jamaldin in just a few punches and kicks."

"But this player, Jamaldin, who is like a god of war descended to earth, said he would go all out when facing Lin Xiaofeng in the final. Could it be that Lin Xiaofeng is the only player in this tournament who can make Jamaldin bring out his full strength?!"

Just as the host exclaimed in surprise at the camera, Lin Xiaofeng stepped onto the ring.

The host handed the microphone over without missing a second.

"Lin Xiaofeng, Jamaldin says he will give it his all in the upcoming match against you. Do you have anything to say to him?"

"Is he going to go all out?"

Lin Xiaofeng scratched his face, his expression seemingly a little confused.

"Oh, okay, that's good."

"Could you... be a little more specific?" The host's lips twitched slightly.

"Isn't that specific enough?" Lin Xiaofeng wondered. "He said he would go all out, isn't that good? Shouldn't you go all out in the final?"

"No, that's not what I meant..."

The host's face contorted for a moment.

"I mean, do you have any declaration of war you'd like to say to your opponent, Jamaldin?"

"Huh? Oh, so you were just exchanging harsh words before the match, right?" Lin Xiaofeng finally understood.

"In a sense, you can understand it this way..." The host was sweating profusely.

“Oh, okay then…” Lin Xiaofeng said casually.

"That's it?" The host turned completely pale. He could only forcefully control himself as he brought the microphone to his mouth, almost losing control: "It seems that contestant Lin Xiaofeng is eager to compete against contestant Jamaldin. Then let's wait and see!"

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The referee raised both arms high.

"Both players, prepare—begin!"

Almost at the same moment the referee waved his hand, Jamaldin threw the towel he was using to wipe his sweat over his shoulder behind him with a flourish, roared, and charged forward with his fist raised.

And then, that was it... Jamaluddin passed away peacefully.

……

Nighttime, in a sky villa at Marina Bay Sands Hotel.

The sky outside the window had completely darkened. Vermouth lay sprawled on the large bed in the bedroom, her fair legs dangling from the edge of the bed to the floor, a sapphire the size of a child's fist held between her fingers.

She held the sapphire up to the light shining down from above, and the warm light, filtered through the sapphire, refracted and tinged with the color of the ocean, falling onto her cheeks.

She murmured softly.

.. . ....

"This is the Blue Sapphire Fist—"

The Fist of Blue Sapphire was originally embedded in the championship belt, but as soon as Lin Xiaofeng got the belt and returned to the hotel, he manually pried the gem off and stuffed the championship belt, now missing its most important piece, into the bottom of his suitcase.

He didn't want the championship belt; all he wanted was the sapphire on it.

However, to be fair, if other karate practitioners saw such an outrageous act, they would probably gang up on him and beat him to a pulp.

Lin Xiaofeng was sitting cross-legged next to Vermouth, propping his head up with his fist against his cheek. He watched as the latter held the sapphire in her hand and looked at it repeatedly, and then asked a question.

"Isn't it beautiful? What do you think, Sister Bay? Do you like this gem?"

"Um……"

Upon hearing this, Vermouth sat up in bed, took the sapphire in her hand and put it away, then paused and said.

"I can only say it's barely satisfactory?"

"Hmm. Anyway, it's not for you; it's something the organization's research institute wants."

Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but glance at her sideways, thinking to himself that he wondered who it was that had been staring at the gemstone for over an hour after getting it.

"Oh. What if I want to take it all?"

"Whatever you want. The organization has no objection, and neither do I."

"Hehehe...who dares to object!"

It was obvious to anyone that Vermouth was extremely pleased with the sapphire that she had just acquired today, the legendary sapphire that was said to be the proof of the Pirate King's existence.

"Then you can have it."

Lin Xiaofeng subconsciously wrapped his arms around Vermouth's soft waist, letting Vermouth lean her entire upper body weight on him.

Hmm, the fruit is heavy.

361. Thump thump

Pfft!

Suddenly, the crisp sound of running water rang out in the bathroom. Drawn to his attention, Lin Xiaofeng slightly opened his eyes and slowly lowered his gaze.

Then he saw his beloved Sister Bei standing in front of him, her alluring body wrapped only in a towel that looked a little too tight, bending over to face him, her straight and slender legs tightly pressed together, the gap between them connecting with the deep abyss on her chest.

Yes, it's very big.

Vermouth wore a faint, malicious smile, one hand holding onto her towel to keep it from falling off, while the other hand furtively slipped into the water.

Judging from the angle of her outstretched arm, which resembled a "217" shape, coupled with the cunning expression on her face, her target was clearly a rather dangerous spot.

Wait, what's the more critical part?

What the hell!

Realizing this, Lin Xiaofeng knew he could no longer pretend to be asleep and sat up straight in the water with a start.

"Oh!"

Vermouth was about to succeed in her prank when Lin Xiaofeng suddenly realized what was happening, causing her to not only miss her prank but also get splashed with water. She was startled and her delicate body trembled slightly.

"What are you doing, darling..." Lin Xiaofeng's lips twitched slightly.

"Well--"

Realizing her prank had been discovered, Vermouth felt embarrassed and her eyes flashed with resentment for a moment before she pouted and decisively sat down next to Lin Xiaofeng.

"Of course, I came over to remind someone that they looked like they were asleep in the bathtub, so they could catch a cold!"

As if she herself believed what she was saying, Vermouth puffed out her chest with a sense of self-righteousness.

Just a reminder...

Lin Xiaofeng was at his wits' end. He thought to himself, "My dear wife, is that what you call a 'reminder'?"

Of course, what he said was a completely different version.

"Even if it's a reminder, you don't have to use this method, do you? What if it gets torn?" The dog head tried to put it as tactfully as possible.

Vermouth blushed slightly upon hearing this, but remained defiant.