Chapter 27: Making Up the Numbers
Zhang Guoxiu quietly watched these people quarrel and also had a headache.
To be honest, as the chief of Shanghai City, his situation was the most awkward. From his point of view, it would not be good for him if either Xu Wenqiang or Taoka Jiro lost.
Xu Wenqiang had lost. He represented China's martial arts world. If he lost, it would mean that China's martial arts were inferior to Japan's, and it would hurt the national system.
If Taoka Jiro lost, he, as the chief of Shanghai, would probably encounter many obstacles in meeting with the Japanese in the future. This was also something he did not want to see.
The best way was to let the two of them fight to a draw. This way, it would not make things difficult for him, nor would it hurt the face of China too much.
However, Zhang Guoxiu looked at Xu Wenqiang's disdainful attitude and Taoka Jiro's murderous expression and sighed slightly. He did not expect this.
In order to dilute the nature of the competition, Zhang Guoxiu arranged a lot of other people's competitions in advance. The purpose was to weaken the competition between Xu Wenqiang and Tian Gang Jiro so that everyone's eyes would not be focused on the two of them.
Soon, with the clear sound of a gong, the competition began.
The first person to go on stage was a person from China. He was wearing a black exercise suit and looked eager to give it a try. His movement technique was agile, and it seemed that he was also a martial artist.
Opposite him was an Indian man with bulging muscles and a big beard. He raised his chin provocatively at the Chinese man and hooked his finger.
However, this Chinese man was clearly the calmer type. He was not affected by the Indian at all. He perfectly displayed his advantage in agility and continuously circled around the Indian. From time to time, he would punch and kick, causing the Indian to roar repeatedly, but he could not catch him.
In fact, the Indians did not have any skills in martial arts. They were good at wrestling, and they practiced a score system. If they fell down, they would get points. However, they did not have any good ideas when facing such an elegant Chinese man.
However, the people below the stage were very anxious. They kept shouting for them to quickly start fighting. This kind of martial arts competition made them feel very bored.
Xu Wenqiang, who was watching from underground, nodded slightly. This Chinese man was not bad. He knew how to make use of his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. If they competed in strength, he would definitely lose. The two of them were not on the same level at all.
The martial arts practiced by the Chinese people clearly had the shadow of the Eight Trigrams Palm. They fully displayed the "Strange" character of the Eight Trigrams Palm and kept wandering around the Indian man, making him impatient and his footsteps messy.
Finally, the Chinese man's eyes lit up. He seized the Indian man's weakness and quickly went behind him. Before he could turn around, he stepped between the Indian man's legs and bent his back. He hooked his hand around the Indian man's throat, preventing him from using his strength.
"Rise!"
The Chinese man shouted loudly, and the veins on his face bulged. He actually lifted the Indian man up, and at the same time, his waist shook violently. With a push of his hands, the Indian man was thrown out of the arena.
Bang!
The Indian man was immediately in a daze. He shook his head and wanted to stand up and go back on stage. His anger rose and he felt that he had lost too unjustly.
However, the referee would not give him this chance. He stepped forward to stop him and announced the victory of the Chinese team. The entire stadium erupted into cheers.
Oshima let out a disdainful snort.""It's just an opportunism. Are all the people of the Celestial Empire cowards like this?”
Xu Wen glared at him and said indifferently,""The art of war is the art of deception. Mr. Oshima, if you don't understand, then shut up, lest you expose your ignorance and become a joke.”
Oshima was so angry that his face turned green. He almost wanted to jump up and give him a slap, but he still endured it. He muttered in his heart that since he was about to lose, he would let him jump around a little longer.
The following matches were also arranged by Zhang Guoxiu. They were all people who had been invited from various places. There were many people from various countries, and there was no lack of white people.
There were wins and losses in each of them. This was all arranged by Zhang Guoxiu. He also achieved his goal and successfully diverted a lot of attention.
However, the next few matches were very unsatisfactory. Due to the lack of time and funds, many people who did not know how to fight were invited to the stage. Some people were simply just making up the numbers.
When a Russian and an Indian were fighting, they even used some despicable moves, which eventually caused the two to get entangled. They scratched their faces and used all kinds of attacks. In the end, it was the referee and a few burly men who went up to separate the two.
The two of them were obviously anxious after being separated. They even spat at each other to express their anger and dissatisfaction, causing laughter and disdain from the audience.
After a few matches, the dissatisfaction of the audience did not subside, but instead became more and more intense. They shouted for them to go back quickly. These people also knew that they were in the wrong. Under Zhang Guoxiu's helpless instructions, these people dejectedly left the arena.
Finally, the grand finale of the competition began.
With the sound of a gong, the crowd seemed to have their throats collectively choked by someone. They became quiet and tried their best to stand on their tiptoes to get a clearer look.
Taoka Jiro sneered as he stood up. He took out his hands from his loose kimono and took off his kimono to reveal a white skintight shirt. He arrogantly hooked his finger at Xu Wenqiang.
Xu Wenqiang smiled faintly and also took off his coat and handed it to Dian Wei. He walked straight to the arena, not wanting to pay attention to him at all.
Taoka Jiro was embarrassed and suddenly shouted,"Xu Wenqiang!"
Xu Wenqiang stood still and slowly turned around to look at him and asked,""What's wrong? Are you regretting it?"
Taoka Jiro said angrily," How can a samurai of the Great Japan Empire regret? Our competition this time is very important. I think this is not enough. Do you dare to sign a life and death contract with me? No matter who dies in the arena, you can't pursue the other party's responsibility.”
As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked. Feng Jingyao and the others saw that Oshima and the others didn't care and sighed slightly.
Feng Chengcheng was worried for Xu Wenqiang and secretly prayed that Xu Wenqiang would not agree.
Fang Yanyun tugged at Dian Wei's clothes and asked softly,""Dian Wei, this time…will something happen to Wenqiang?”Her eyes were filled with worry and unease.
Dian Wei said expressionlessly," Don't worry, Mistress. No one can hurt the Lord. This person is dead for sure."”
Xu Wenqiang revealed a smile that was not a smile. To be honest, he really wanted to laugh out loud. Originally, the competition between the two of them represented two countries, and it was public. With so many people looking at him, it was not good to kill him. However, this Taoka Jiro actually foolishly put his head on the guillotine and even asked him if he still wanted to cut him. How could Xu Wenqiang not want to laugh?
Xu Wenqiang suppressed his smile and said,"Alright, since you are in a hurry to die, I will send you on your way.”
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