When Xu Cheng placed R's head on the table in Kutch's house, Kutch was quite shocked.
"I didn't think you could really kill him. But in today's fight, I felt that the difference in strength between this person and the Mr. R who taught me is a bit big."
"Was the person who taught you at the beginning an Asian Chinese?" Xu Cheng asked Kutcher directly.
Kutch shook his head and asked, "Why do you say that? You mean, the Mr. R who taught me is a Chinese? "
Xu Cheng asked Kutch, "Then does your martial arts focus on the fusion of heart, qi, and mind? If it is, then this kind of martial arts culture usually comes from our Eastern Huaxia. In the past, during the war, Westerners always scolded us Eastern Huaxia people for being small and thin, calling us the sick men of East Asia. But at that time, it was the sick men of East Asia who could take down a superstar by himself! They relied on the explosive power of qi and mind, which is commonly known as internal martial arts! Our Huaxia has a cultural history of 5,000 years. Very early on, people discovered that there was a big bottleneck in how a person could rely on external forces to train their muscles. For example, a Western giant, his arm strength and explosive power are at most a thousand pounds! This was recorded in the history of the Middle Ages. There were ancestors who practiced the internal martial arts of the unity of man and nature. A long time ago, people discovered that human potential is limitless, and this potential is sometimes very vague. Why do some people always inadvertently explode their potential when they are stimulated? At that time, a person's mind is filled with a belief, and this belief is called a mind in internal martial arts. When the power that a person fantasizes under the mind explodes in the form of potential, it is even more terrifying than external forces. It's not that I look down on the Westerners who simply train their muscles, but it's impossible for a strength-type master to reach 3SSS, let alone an R-level master. There must be some internal martial arts involved. That's why I'm asking you, is your Mr. R from Huaxia? "
Kutch shook his head. "I've never seen him before, so I don't know if he's from Huaxia or not. His English is very fluent and doesn't have a Huaxia accent."
Xu Cheng: "What about his height?"
Kutch's eyes lit up. "He's indeed not that tall, only about 1.7 meters."
When Xu Cheng saw the height, he immediately ruled out Little Brat.
Little Brat's strength was probably R now, but in the past, it was impossible for him to have such high strength to train a fierce person like Kutcher. If he guessed correctly, the R who just died was probably also a trainer!
That was the scary part. He had experienced the Seven Deadly Sins Demons that Little Rascal had trained, and they were all S-rank experts. However, a teacher that could train an R-rank expert, how strong could this guy be?
Xu Cheng felt that the Freemasons and the capitalists weren't that simple. Perhaps this force was the main reason why the Freemasons could cover the sky with one hand. Xu Cheng suddenly felt lucky that he didn't put the R back. Otherwise, if he really got exposed and had to fight with his opponent, it would be a fruitless effort, and he might even be killed in the cradle.
Kutcher kept staring at Xu Cheng and said, "This is the first time I've seen such a solemn expression on your face. I didn't expect you to be scared."
"I'm not scared," Xu Cheng said calmly.
If Lin Chuxue was here, with her understanding of Xu Cheng, she wouldn't say that Xu Cheng was scared, because it was a sign that Xu Cheng was excited and interested.
He always thought that after he inherited Zhang Chenfeng's legacy, he would become enemies with Little Rascal, but now it seemed that there was always someone better out there. His master and Little Rascal might not be the top masters in China.
Then, what kind of master would choose to join the capitalists' Freemasons? Could it be that the Freemasons had already infiltrated every corner of the world?
Xu Cheng felt that he needed to go back and ask Grandpa Ye about this.
Dulson was driving, and seeing Xu Cheng in a daze along the way, he couldn't help but interrupt him. "Captain?"
Xu Cheng came back to his senses and looked at him. "What's wrong?"
Dulson said, "What are those American soldiers still hiding in the canyon going to do? My family thought you had plans, so they told me to ask. They've been monitoring them for a long time, and if you don't have any plans, they will take action. Also, Mario said he wants to come home. He's not used to being treated like a good guy over there. He said those people are too hypocritical, treating the bad guys as the good guys. "
Xu Cheng said, "Tell him it's not needed at home for the time being. Tell him to cooperate with Chekov and Stenson to open up the political situation in America. I feel like a war with America is unavoidable, and it would be better if they have intelligence."
Dulson: "Okay, I will reply to him when I get back."
– Switzerland –
At the foot of a snowy mountain, in a manor surrounded by mountains and rivers.
Old Rothschild sat on the side, opposite of an old Asian man.
The old Asian man was playing chess, and Rothschild was drinking red wine. After a long time, seeing that it was already dark, he looked at the old Asian man and said, "This is the first time the Knights didn't return on time from a mission, right?" Rothschild was surprised. "Something happened?"
The old Asian man nodded. "Just now, he hung up immediately after the call connected. You can imagine the scene."
Rothschild frowned. "What do you mean?"
Old Asian man: "My knights never dare to hang up after getting through to me, not even when I ask them to assassinate the White House's president. But 10 hours ago, something like this really happened. Then, the situation is, he was either asking for help, or he had something urgent to report. On the other hand, it means that something went beyond his and our expectations. "
Rothschild pondered for a moment and asked, "Then, is he dead?"
The old Asian man nodded. "Yes."
Old Rothschild: "He's R-level!"
Old Asian man: "It's because of the R-level's death that this incident went beyond our expectations. If his life wasn't in danger, would he have called home? I'm afraid he's already been killed. "
Rothschild smacked his lips. "So, the opponent's strength is above R-level? Such an outstanding person, but he doesn't serve the Freemasonry. I'm afraid we can't keep him around. "
"It's not a matter of staying or not." The old Asian man sighed. "It's because we don't know who the opponent is and his information. Just like this flag, you know how to play with horses, cannons, and cars, but the most frightening thing is that you never know what the opponent will do next. Send your death squad intelligence department to the Land of Mercenaries. Don't send the Knights in recklessly for the time being, lest more experts are sacrificed."
Old Rothschild nodded. "I've already arranged for them to disguise themselves as war reporters."
(End of the third watch. Continue tomorrow)
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