The staff pointed to a thick stack of wooden boards next to them, "Only those who can break the boards can enter from here."
"Why?" Xia Weibao asked, puzzled.
"This passage is prepared for martial artists.
Because these people are likely to go on stage to challenge, they must get to the front."
Otherwise, if they stay at the back and can’t squeeze in, how can they get on stage?
Xia Weibao understood; this is a simple test to see if they know martial arts.
Simple enough.
"Give two pieces."
The staff, confused, handed her two wooden boards.
Looking at these two seemingly frail young won, could they also be martial arts enthusiasts?
"She’s my assistant, I’ll break them for her."
After saying this, she overlapped the two boards, and like breaking bread, she snapped them into two with a crack.
Casually tossing them back, she said, "Is that alright now?"
Then, pulling Lu Huashan along, she walked inside.
Hurry up, hurry up, the competition has already started.
Behind them, all the staff were about to drop their eyeballs!
Breaking boards with bare hands? And two at that?
These boards are 1.5cm thick each, two together make 3cm.
Others used kicks, but she used her hands to break them, unbelievable!
She seed frail, but who knew her hand strength was so great!
Greater China surely hides talents!
Although there are many people at the front, compared to the rear where it’s as crowded as rush hour in the subway, it’s much better.
At least there was a place to stand.
Xia Weibao and Lu Huashan found a corner and stood there, looking up; the match had already started.
Two people stood on the stage.
One was a Chinese, with an average build, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor skinny, with a buzz cut Xia Weibao had never seen before.
The opponent was a sturdy man wearing boxing gloves.
Xia Weibao frowned, "Weren’t they supposed to challenge Boxing King Basong? Who’s this?"
Lu Huashan shook her head, she didn’t know either.
A small-frad young guy beside them chid in, "Didn’t you just listen to the rules?"
Xia Weibao turned her head; even though she wore a mask and sunglasses, the innate grace and elegance she exuded made the young guy awe-struck.
"Sorry, we just arrived."
The young guy’s face suddenly flushed with two red clouds, "Basong said that ordinary people are not worthy of his effort. To challenge him, you have to first beat his subordinates, and then his direct disciple. Only by defeating his disciple can you challenge him."
Xia Weibao raised an eyebrow, so arrogant! Unbelievably cocky!
The crowd roared in support, all cheering for the buzz-cut guy.
"Co on! Knock them down!"
"Show them the power of our Huaxia martial arts!"
"Kick these bastards out!"
"Fight for our nation, beat them till they can’t stand..."
"Go, go..."
The sea of people erupted in a chorus, filling the air like a tidal wave.
The atmosphere imdiately charged up; even the most indifferent person would be moved by such a passionate environnt, feeling thrilled.
Xia Weibao initially was just a spectator; now, listening to those passionate cheers, she felt her heart warm.
The referee blew a whistle, the match began!
On stage, the buzz-cut guy assud a fighting stance, pulling into a horse stance.
The boxer opposite him began to bounce, probing with his fists, one forward, one back, as if they were elastic.
Like a poised viper, ready to strike at any ti.
The boxer threw a punch towards the buzz-cut guy’s head, who raised his right hand to block.
At the sa ti, his left hand swiftly moved down, blocking the boxer’s foot that aid to kick his waist.
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