Shingo Chizuru looked at Sanpao Kong, who was being carried away on a stretcher, with respect in his eyes.
He turned around and said to his sister Chizuru Masatsu,""This is a true martial artist."
Chizuru Masatsuki looked cute and innocent. She looked like a docile elf in her moon-white kimono.
"Big brother, in her heart, you're the strongest person in the world!"”
Chizuru Shingo patted his sister's head and smiled dotingly.
Other than martial arts, he was most concerned about his sister.
At this moment, the citizens of Great Xia who saw this scene were silent for a long time. The audience in the stadium also did not say a word.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the stadium was extremely heavy.
"President of the Beijing Martial Arts Association, Zhao Baotian, please enlighten me!”
Some of the Northern and Southern Boxers had already turned red with anger.
"Teacher Zhao, let me go!"
"No, let me go!"
"President, you can't go!"
"Brother Kong is already heavily injured. It's time for me to step up." Zhao Baotian waved his hand and sighed.”
Pausing for a moment, Zhao Baotian said,"If I lose too…"
Suddenly, he thought of that handsome young man.
Zhao Baotian did not continue speaking.
Instead, he straightened his clothes and walked forward with a serious expression.
The disciples of the North Sect immediately fell silent. They understood the President's temper.
Zhao Baotian sighed." Great Xia's martial arts have a long history. My generation has really lost the face of our ancestors!"”
Chizuru Shingo listened quietly without saying anything.
Zhao Baotian looked at Chizuru Masatsuki, who was holding the knife box, and smiled.
"If I'm not wrong, the box contains your family's treasured saber.”
"Yes." Shingo Chizuru nodded.
Zhao Baotian stroked his beard and smiled." I heard that the Muramasa is a demon blade. The one in your sister's hand should be the first Muramasa."”
" The village is a family," Chizuru Shingo replied." Our family inherited the first generation of craftsmen.”
Zhao Baotian nodded.
He had heard of the legend of this saber.
Everyone thought that Muramasa was a blade, but in fact, Muramasa was a swordsmithing clan.
In the shogunate era, those who died under Muramasa's sword were all famous figures.
The names of Evil Sword and Demon Blade began to accompany Muramasa.
"Do you think we're not worthy of your blade?" Zhao Baotian continued.”
Chizuru Shingo did not refute this point.
However, Zhao Baotian knew that this was what he meant.
People who practiced martial arts at Shingo Chizuru's level no longer cared about what the outside world thought.
He would not care about what his opponent thought.
Zhao Baotian thought of Xiao Feng again.
"I'm afraid that young man can fight him."
Shaking his head, Zhao Baotian cheered up."Come on!"
Shingo Chizuru didn't make the first move this time. Instead, he shook his head and said,""After you."
Zhao Baotian didn't stand on ceremony either. He assumed the stance of Shaolin's Long Fist.
...
Xiao Feng's phone rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Exemplary Liu.
Since Liu Yan and Exemplary Liu did not delete their QQ numbers, Xiao Feng knew that it was not a big problem.
"Have you watched the competition?"
"Yes," replied Xiao Feng.
"Is that Japanese guy very powerful?”
"Yes, very powerful."
"Then can you beat him?"
"I don't know."
"Then will you go?"
Xiao Feng did not reply.
When he returned to his room, Wang Baobao and Rhubarb looked as if they had eaten rat poison.
"Brother, Guild Leader Zhao Baotian has also lost.”
"Yes, I know."
"The Great Xia's martial arts technique was pressed to the ground and rubbed against it.”
"Not really."
"Why?" Wang Baobao and Rhubarb raised their heads.”
"Because they can't represent Great Xia's martial arts!" Xiao Feng laughed.”
"Brother, where are you going?"
"Take back some things."
......
Capital University Stadium.
Zhao Baotian placed a hand on his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"We lost," he said with a sad smile.”
No one spoke, and no one blamed these martial artists.
Because everyone had already seen that they had done their best.
The Japanese TV station was in a state of jubilation, and countless Japanese citizens began to proudly repost posts about Chizuru Shingo on social media platforms.
For a moment, the reactions of the people of the two countries were in stark contrast.
In front of a pork stall, a fierce-looking man slammed his kitchen knife into the chopping board.
"What's so great about those damn Japanese!”
The man spat, lit a cigarette, and sat on a small stool by the roadside.
She watched as the man who weighed more than 200 pounds sat on a small stool and smoked, wiping his face from time to time.
The three-year-old chubby girl said in a childish voice,"Mommy, what happened to Daddy?"
"Daddy will be fine," the middle-aged woman whispered.”
"But why do I feel like he's crying?”
"Dad saw that the old grandpa lost and felt sad.”
"Why would Daddy be sad?"
"Because your dad used to be a martial arts athlete!”
The middle-aged man puffed out a mouthful of smoke and remembered the words on the wall when he was on the national team-Glory for the country.
He remembered that he and his fellow disciples had to get up before dawn to stand, run, and practice boxing.
"Bastards, hurry up!"
"Little Fatty, you! His legs were shaking non-stop!”
"Little Fatty, do you still want to win the national championship?”
"Little Fatty, punch forward a thousand times! Hit him!"
......
The television was still on, and the host's voice came from the screen."
"Chizuru Shingo wins!"
"The TV is off! It sounds annoying!"
The man turned around and shouted at the woman.
The woman picked up the remote control and sighed. She was about to turn off the TV.
Suddenly, she saw a handsome young man walk straight into the center of the arena.
"Hubby, take a look!"
......
Capital University Stadium.
" Chizuru Shingo's challenge to Great Xia's martial arts masters has ended, the future martial arts supreme."
Just as the students in the gymnasium lowered their heads like frozen eggplants…
While the entire internet was sighing with indignation.
A magnetic and lazy voice resounded throughout the quiet stadium.
"Um, what crane? How about I give you three moves?”
Immediately after, a scene that would be unforgettable for everyone watching the competition appeared.
Zhao Baotian, the leader of the Northern Sect's martial arts world and the president of the Beijing Martial Arts Association, forced himself to stand up.
With red eyes, he pushed away the disciples who wanted to help him. He bowed shakily and said in a clear voice,
"Brother Xiao, the Martial Arts Association was unkind that day.”
"However, Zhao Baotian still wants to say something.”
"Brother Xiao, please uphold the name of our Great Xia Kingdom!”
All the boxers from the north and south looked on blankly. Then, their eyes turned red and they imitated Zhao Baotian.
He bowed and shouted,"Brother Xiao, please rectify the name of Great Xia's national arts!"”
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