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  One match after another filled with suspense, it can be said that there are ups and downs, with the joy of victory and the gloom of defeat, with blood, tears, and a strong foundation. Why mention a strong foundation?

  On the ring, at this moment, there is a tough guy pinning down another struggling little man, waiting for the referee to count. The tough guy's obsession with victory is really terrifying, and he doesn't care even if people misunderstand him as gay.

  Soon, it was the turn of the last group of opponents in the preliminary round to take the stage. The two bald men standing on the boxing ring were really eye-catching and immediately attracted attention. At the same time, they also made people feel a little bit heartbroken. They had been fellow disciples, but Bao Juhe was too impatient!

  Strictly speaking, Wu Ming is no longer a bald head now. His head has grown hair, and his opponent is the real bald head. That oily and shiny head makes people's eyes hurt, and even a gecko climbing up might slip and fall to its waist.

  The bald-headed man clasped his hands together in a Buddhist salute and said with a smile: "My Dharma name is Shi Xinyu, I am a compassionate person, my heart is as wide as the universe, like the vast ocean that can accommodate the White River. I am proficient in the unparalleled skills of Shaolin Temple that are not passed on to outsiders. Once displayed, it's like the surging Yangtze River..."

  "Shut up, old woman!" The judge bellowed impatiently. Xiè Xīnyǔ was immediately frightened into silence. This match didn't count points; if no one fell to the ground, the final victory or defeat would be decided by the judge. Provoking him was not a wise move.

  Wu Ming flashed a sly smile, then lightly coughed twice and said in a concise manner: "I'm Wu Ming, I specialize in Southern Fist, particularly the Ten Form Fist. My strongest form is... uh... Horse Form!"

  The judge smiled and nodded, loudly declaring: "The game is on!"

  Xie Xinyu let out a loud roar, but instead of attacking, he cautiously circled around Wu Ming, occasionally stretching out his hand to provoke him before quickly withdrawing it. Wu Ming didn't move at all, coldly watching as Xie Xinyu jumped around.

  After performing a monkey trick for a while, when the judge's face turned black, Xi Yu hurriedly shouted: "Wan Fo Chao Zong!" After shouting, he joined his hands together and pointed at Wu Ming's chest with extreme speed...

  He was fast, but Wu Ming was even faster. With a quick sidestep, he swung his fist and landed a solid hit on the other's shiny head, then calmly added: "Tian, Ma, Liu, Xing, Quan!"

  Xie Xinyu covered his head with both hands and jumped to one side, the pain bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. He immediately ran to the referee to tattle: "I want to protest! He's not using national techniques! This isn't even ten-form boxing!"

  The judge turned his head to one side, using silence to indicate that the protest was invalid. Wu Ming's heart was relieved, and he revealed a triumphant expression, as if saying that the scales of victory had already tilted in his favor, so just accept your fate!

  Xie Xinyu let out a displeased hum, took a horse stance, held his breath, and wildly swung his arms as he charged towards Wu Ming, loudly shouting: "My Long Armed Arhat Fist!"

  "Dragon Horse Galaxy Fist!"

  "Great Power Fist!"

  "Great Power Heavenly Horse Meteor Fist!"

  "Great mercy and great compassion, thousand-leafed hands!"

  "Whoa! Want to explode with Chrysanthemum?" Wu Ming dodged the sinister Exploding Chrysanthemum's finger, and with a whirlwind spin, he swung his fist again, smashing it onto Shi Xinyu's shiny head, saying leisurely: "Great Compassion Great Mercy Heavenly Horse Star Fist!"

  The audience couldn't help but burst into laughter, and before the round was even over, Xi Yu had already been beaten by Wu Ming until he was covered in bruises. He covered his head, tears welling up in his eyes, and said to the referee: "This is too unfair! I won't fight anymore, I concede!"

  The judge walked up to Wu Ming's side, grabbed his arm and raised it, saying: "Number nine wins!"

  Wu Ming similarly easily obtained victory, Yang Gang Lie excitedly cheered up, his group of younger brothers loudly blew whistles, on the contrary, Shi Xinyu gloomily returned to the stage rear, a big fatso scolded him with several dirty words, and left with a group of people.

  He gazed coldly at the group of people leaving, brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and asked faintly: "Which one is more formidable, this No. 9 or that No. 16 just now?"

  A burly man with a thick beard revealed a hint of disdain in his eyes, saying in a deep voice: "Number 9 is fast, Number 16 is powerful. If they were to fight, Number 16 would probably win!"

  "Why?"

  "No. 16's combat skills are excellent, he uses the Huaxia Military Fist, and should be a special forces background."

  "Special forces?" He Su's face lit up with interest, and he smiled: "What if it's compared to that?"

  The burly Han Chinese stroked a black streak of paint on his cheek with his hand and proudly said, "Black Troops are invincible in battle."

  "Need it be?" A pale-faced foreigner sneered in a stiff Erros language, "I've worn the Red Beret before, would I be any worse?"

  Two pairs of eyes fiercely collided, with a strong smell of gunpowder, looking like they were ready to fight at any moment. He Su didn't even turn his head and said indifferently: "You're disturbing my mood for fighting."

  "Sorry! Master Peter!" The two tigers that were about to pounce immediately turned into two gentle kittens.

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  The competition is still ongoing, with people being eliminated non-stop, and bosses leaving in a huff with their subordinates. Yang's emotions are becoming more and more agitated.

  "My sister! How can the Tien Ma Liu Xing Fist be used with kicks?" A man in his thirties, who looked like a gorilla, covered his buttocks and cursed loudly: "Damn it, so treacherous. If I have a son in the future, he'll definitely be blind."

  "None of your business!"

  Who said it had nothing to do with me? The one who was kicked in the butt was Lao Zi, and the male ape was so angry that he shouted loudly and pounced on Wu Ming again, once more sending his buttocks full of shoe prints into Wu Ming's attack range, ultimately brewing a great disaster.

  Wu Ming was extremely disgusted with this poisonous-tongued man who always spoke ill of others, and without any courtesy, gave him a ruthless kick, the toe accurately hitting the buttocks of the ape-like man, scoring a perfect ten!

  "Ah!" The monkey covered his buttocks and let out a loud cry, tears streaming down his face as he fell to the ground in agony, rolling back and forth and unable to utter another curse.

  It can make a big man cry on the spot, it must be heart-wrenching. Xuzhou Da Chang, who has smoothly advanced to the final, suddenly broke out in cold sweat. He had always wanted to have a fierce and intense match with Wu Ming, but when he saw Wu Ming's moves, he felt his heart racing.

  Only pain, no pleasure, normal people don't really like to enjoy it, right?

  If he were to fight that little kid, he might go all out and things would get serious. This bastard, when anxious, subconsciously attacks the groin area. Before mastering the divine skill of retracting his yang into his abdomen, it's best not to provoke him. Thus, Zhuge Dachang secretly decided.

  No egg is sorrowful, no need to lose eggs to know what kind of sorrow that is.

  After the gorilla man got off the stage with a painful face, Wu Ming also advanced to the final smoothly. In this way, two saints who had never met before will meet in the final!

  The final outcome has not been revealed yet, but for Yang Ganglie, everything is over. The remaining two are his people, and whoever wins or loses is no longer important to him. In any case, he is the biggest winner tonight.

  An old man with white hair and dozens of followers walked in front of Yang Gang, smiling and saying: "Congratulations, Mr. Yang!"

  "It's nothing, it's all thanks to your seniors." Yang Ganglie said humbly with his mouth, but his face couldn't hide his pride.

  "Hum! So much food, can one person finish it? Aren't you afraid of bursting to death?" A young man beside the old man sneered.

  "Whether I can eat it or not is none of your business, Mr. Qi! Don't bother yourself!" Yang said with a stern face and a fake smile.

  "Let's go!" The old man glanced at Yang Ganglie with a faint gaze, then walked to He Su and said a few words before leaving the gymnasium with his people. As soon as they left, the entire gymnasium was left with only Yang Ganglie and He Su's two groups of people.

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  The final match is about to begin, although the outcome of the game is no longer suspenseful for Yang Ganglie, he is still curious, which of these two bodyguards who were brought back at great expense is more powerful?

  Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang sat on the sidelines drinking water, their mission had been accomplished, and the game was equally meaningless to them. However, the prize money only belonged to the first place winner, as for the ownership...

  Even brothers have to settle accounts clearly. Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "How about splitting the bonus 50/50?"

  Zhuge Dachang rubbed his hands together and dryly laughed: "Three Guis! Can't you just let me win once?"

  "Ah, forty-six!"

  "That damned miser!"

  "San Qi!"

  "Alright, alright! I'm scared, I'm scared! The 46th is just the 46th!" Zhuge Dachang said in a bad mood, and then leaned his head to Wu Ming's ear and whispered a few mysterious words.

  Wu Ming couldn't help but shake his head and laugh: "There's not a single woman here, who are you trying to win over with that?"

  Zhuge Dachang sneaked a glance at He Suo and chuckled: "Then don't bother."

  The two men slowly walked onto the stage, and when the referee announced the start of the match, Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang immediately revealed a stern expression, their eyes sharp as knives, like the legendary "whoever gets stared at by me will get pregnant" kind of gaze, as if they were about to tear each other apart.

  What a frightening gaze! Yang Ganglie and his entourage, who had gathered at the scene, couldn't help but reveal their surprise. Are these two people just pretending to get along? The gaze that seemed to devour people didn't seem like an act, did they have a vendetta against each other? A grudge over a stolen wife?

  "Die!" Zhuge Dachang unleashed a flurry of dazzling moves, then jumped up and down in place, stretching out his palms to deliver a long-range slap, roaring: "Dragon-Subduing Palm, Arrogant Dragon's Remorse!"

  "Ah!" Wu Ming immediately made a gesture of holding his heart, panting heavily, and said intermittently: "...... Indeed, I've learned the lesson of overestimating myself, I lost." After finishing speaking, he directly fell to the ground.

  It's freezing outside, but the audience in the venue is sweating profusely. Oh my god! This is utterly ridiculous! With acting skills like this, who can be a bodyguard? Being an actor is more than enough, and they even have the ability to win awards.

  At Judge Dull's command, Zhuge Daichang discontentedly shouted: "Sister! Hurry up and go count down!"

  "Huh? Oh oh......" The referee squatted down beside Wu Ming and started counting: "One, two......"

  After counting to ten, Wu Ming suddenly got up, dusted himself off nonchalantly, and said with a face full of admiration: "Pig Brother's move 'Kanglong Youhui' is really formidable! Fortunately, you spared my life, or else I would have been done for."

  "Where, where!" Zhuge Dachang showed a face of mercy and said: "Let's spare those who should be spared, annihilating them completely isn't my style."

  Still acting? The audience all let out a snort of derision together, their faces full of contempt.

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