The Taekwondo Hall on the third floor of the club was packed with people. In the center was a square arena covered with a red carpet, and several reporters were surrounding Kameda Fusuke for interviews.

"Kameda-kun, I am a reporter from Tokyo Satellite TV, and I am also a loyal fan of yours. Could you please say a few words to the fans in front of the TV?"

"Hello fans, I am Kameda-kun. This time I accepted the challenge from Bruce Lee's successor out of rogueness. I will do my best to defeat the Kung Fu successor!" This guy is also very good at building momentum, trying his best to put a high hat on Wu Xuanming's head.

"I am a reporter from the entertainment channel, and I am now live broadcasting the ring match between Kameda-kun and Chinese Kung Fu. As a Taekwondo fan, I question Chinese Kung Fu and am looking forward to this exciting competition. But the representative of Chinese Kung Fu

But he still refuses to show up, who can tell me why? Next, I will take everyone to uncover the mystery!"

"Down with Chinese Kung Fu!" Most of Kameda Fuju's disciples or fans present shouted loudly and indignantly.

The grand event before the game was quickly spread throughout the earth via satellite. This was obviously a crazy campaign to build momentum. Maybe Japan believed that defeating Wu Xuanming was inevitable, so it dared to promote it like this.

Chinese people’s reaction:

"Look, everyone, Bruce Lee's descendant is challenging the Japanese!"

"Haha, finally someone has done something I dare not do. I must succeed!"

"There are idiots every year, but there are especially many this year. This kid must have had his head kicked by a donkey, otherwise he wouldn't have gone out to embarrass the Chinese people."

“Chinese Kung Fu is invincible!”

…

The reaction of the European people was even stronger. They had no national stance and simply felt great enthusiasm for mythical kung fu:

"Bruce Lee, I love you!"

“Chinese Kung Fu is great!”

"Nunchucks, ha...hey..."

The power of the media is indeed extremely powerful. They hyped up a small personal challenge like crazy and attracted the attention of people all over the world.

When Wu Xuanming returned to the club, he did not go directly to the stadium. Instead, he went to the locker room and changed into green overalls specially designed for cleaners. Then he picked up the mop and started cleaning from the locker room. The locker room is the starting point and end point of his daily work.

What is different from usual is that the surrounding area is very quiet, there are no employees coming and going, most of them must be watching the game.

Moreover, while she was cleaning, there were two stunning beauties following closely behind her. Wu Xuanming did not pay attention to the changes around him and calmed down to mop the floor. There would be no residual stains wherever the mop landed.

"Xuan Mingjun, you..." Kawashima Eiko, who was following behind, wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

"There are still ten minutes left, enough for me to finish cleaning this place. You go first, I will come back later." Wu Xuanming was glad that there was still someone who could care about his safety at this time.

"You just need to admit defeat. I will explain it to Kameda-kun right now." Gu Meizi is also at a loss now and is so anxious that her heart is about to pop out. She feels that as long as Wu Xuanming can admit defeat, he can save his life, victory or defeat, and life and death.

It's still insignificant in comparison.

Wu Xuanming picked up the mop and smiled, "That's almost it. I'll clean up later after the game is over." After saying this with relief, he strode towards the stairs. The two girls followed closely.

…

The third floor was crowded with people. There were many people talking and it was extremely noisy.

Snap!

Boom!

A wet mop flew over everyone's heads, and then landed heavily in the center of the ring, not one meter away from Kameda.

quiet!

Deathly quiet!

Everyone turned back to look in the direction where the mop flew out.

Whoosh! A figure passed over everyone's heads like a ghost. No! It should have been flying by.

The silence continued, even turning into dead silence!

Qinggong? It’s really the legendary Qinggong!

"Hello everyone, I kept you waiting!" Wu Xuanming picked up the mop lying on the ground and waved enthusiastically to the stunned audience.

Don’t you like to create momentum? I will accompany you to the end and give you a shocking debut!

I am the best in the world in medical skills, and my martial arts skills are also not inferior to anyone else.

If you can step on the void for more than ten steps, is this still a human being? Kameda Fuju feels that everything in front of him is too incredible. Could it be that he kicked the iron plate this time?

"Mr.

"I'm Chinese, so naturally I use Chinese Kung Fu." Wu Xuanming habitually took a mop and mopped the dust on the carpet, as if to say, you've made the carpet dirty!

"Everyone is looking forward to you showing off your magical Chinese Kung Fu again!"

"Haha, you have to pay a price if you want to watch Chinese Kung Fu." When Wu Xuanming spoke, he deliberately glanced at Kameda Fuji who was in a daze. The meaning was very obvious. The result of watching Chinese Kung Fu was that this kid had to lie down.

Kameda tried his best to calm down, then walked up to Wu Xuanming, looked at it briefly, and said: "I heard that the Chinese acrobatic troupe is also very good at doing these tricks, and they are even better than Mr. Xuanming."

Kameda Fuju said this because he wanted to find an excuse to explain to everyone that the so-called light kung fu was just acrobatics used to fool the world. Of course, his words still had a very obvious effect. The quiet audience started to make noise again.

He looked at Wu Xuanming with questioning eyes.

After listening to reporters help translate Kameda Fuju's words, Wu Xuanming threw the mop in his hand directly out of the field without any explanation and said to reporters: "The match can start now. After the fight, I have to go to work."

Apart from the Kameda fans and some media present, there were no referees in this match. It doesn’t matter whether there is a referee or not for this extreme challenge. Of course, there are no rules. Falling down or being beaten to death is the final result.

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Everyone and reporters wisely withdrew from the arena, leaving the ring to two men who attracted the world's attention.

Kameda Fuju flexed his muscles and assumed a posture ready to fight.

Wu Xuanming stood in the center, motionless, as if waiting for the opponent to make a move.

There is not so much nonsense when masters fight each other. Of course, there is a language barrier between them. It is difficult to say a few insults to each other, so they can only respond with fists.

Moved!

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Kameda couldn't help but move.

A powerful bounce, and then swept towards Wu Xuanming's head with a kick that swept through thousands of troops.

Seventy percent of Taekwondo relies on the power of the feet. It is about speed and strength. There are no false moves at all. One hit will definitely hit or even kill you with one hit.

Wu Xuanming felt wind in his ears and his whole head was buzzing. He knew that if this kick was carried out, he would definitely fall to the ground, or even be kicked into a pulp.

Wu Xuanming did not choose to dodge. Instead, he quickly stepped forward and punched Kameda Fusuke directly in the chest. He wanted to win in terms of speed and knock down the opponent before his feet could land.

Boom!

At this moment, everyone was shocked. Kameda Fuju, who struck first, was knocked away by a punch, while Wu Xuanming stood there without any damage and smiled evilly.

Come on! This is a fourth-degree black belt master! Why did he collapse like this?

It must be a lie! Don’t believe your eyes!

Kameda Fuju got up from the ground in embarrassment, covering his chest with one hand, his expression was very painful. He didn't know what to do. If he went in, he was not sure, and he might be knocked away by a punch. Back, what?

Retreat? From the beginning, I was using the media to build momentum and wanted to kill this thorn in my side in a fair way without taking any legal responsibility.

Seeing that the always arrogant little Japan hesitated, Wu Xuanming stretched out his finger and made a contemptuous gesture.

Isn’t your Japanese dog very powerful? Now it’s scary after being punched?

“Now I’m going to put an advertisement for everyone, and I’ll broadcast the results for the audience later!” The media reporter wisely provoked fellow reporters to stop the live broadcast. The purpose was to maintain the dignity of Kameda Fusuke.

Wu Xuanming saw that these reporters were trying their best to protect Kameda, so he made the next plan.

Whoosh!

Kameda did not move and moved again. This time he rushed forward and hooked Wu Xuanming's jaw with a single fist. He may have thought that yesterday's punch could hit him, so it would be possible today.

Wu Xuanming met the attack with his palm, first neutralizing part of the opponent's strength. But he still couldn't stop the opponent's fist from hitting his jaw. Buzz! He received a blow, staggered and fell to the ground.

"I hit...!" The blow was successful, and everyone was excited.

"Now we will continue the live broadcast of the ring match for you!" When reporters saw that Kameda did not give a winning punch, they were busy turning on their phones to broadcast the news. Unfortunately, they could not capture the shot of Wu Xuanming being hit, and they couldn't help but feel a little regretful, "Just now Kameda

You lived up to the heavy responsibility and brought back the fight with a beautiful uppercut. Next, our Kameda-kun will surely shock the audience with the same power!"

"Keda fans, shout for our Kameda-kun!"

…

Wu Xuanming touched his nearly dislocated jaw, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and showed a disdainful smile.

Kameda Fuju couldn't help but feel refreshed when he saw that he had succeeded with one blow. He waved his fist very proudly, and then launched another attack.

This time he didn't use an uppercut, but just used a fake sweep to cover up his powerful kick.

Wu Xuanming saw this guy's intention and focused his eyes on the opponent's feet, ignoring the opponent's fists.

Boom!

Shocked, unexpected again!

Just when Kameda was so proud that he thought he could succeed with one blow, the target in front of him suddenly disappeared and his kick missed. Then he felt like he was punched in the back, his energy and blood surged, and he was hit hard.

Fall down.
Chapter completed!