In the backyard of the main stage of the World Martial Arts Conference.
"We have received special sponsorship from Mr. Big Bear for this year's Martial Arts Competition …" On a high platform in the north, a fat host in a clean monk's robe and a monk's hat was speaking loudly in a serious manner. Beside him stood a tall blonde man in a black cloak. It was Big Bear.
"Mr. Bear is a professional fighting master. His fighting record is 29 fights, 29 wins, and no defeats. What's more frightening is that he KO-ed his opponents 21 times …" The host introduced passionately and even put the microphone in front of Bear from time to time to interview him.
From time to time, there were shouts and cheers all around.
Bear was also very proud. Although Gao Yaqing's matter had made him very unhappy, standing under the light and enjoying the tsunami-like cheers and admiring gazes from all around, he regained a lot of his energy. In particular, the host's interviews from time to time made Bear very happy.
"Gao Yaqing, look, look, look how popular I am!" Bear shouted in his heart. Suddenly, his eyes swept over a place, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.
Sun Wuben and Gao Yaqing whispered and walked side by side.
"Humph!"
Bear reluctantly moved his eyes away. He was afraid that he would lose his temper if he continued to watch. Sun Wuben and Gao Yaqing walked to the high platform and stopped, watching the host's performance like everyone else.
A hand as gentle as jade grabbed Sun Wuben's hand, and Gao Yaqing snuggled up to him. Sun Wuben couldn't help but look over, only to see Gao Yaqing's cheeks blushing.
"Wu, don't get me wrong. I just …" Gao Yaqing's voice was like a mosquito's buzz. "I just let you be my boyfriend temporarily to make that annoying guy give up."
"If you really want to make that guy give up, this is not enough." Sun Wuben whispered in her ear. Gao Yaqing's ears turned bright red, and then her soft body softly leaned against Sun Wuben. "This … Is this enough?"
"Excuse me, please excuse me!"
Suddenly, eight working monks came over, panting, carrying a huge machine. When they walked to Sun Wuben, one of them suddenly staggered, and the whole machine suddenly fell over.
"Ah?"
Gao Yaqing's face changed greatly.
At this moment, a hand appeared on the machine. Sun Wuben stretched out his hand and gently pushed, and the machine that was originally falling towards him immediately stabilized. The eight monks lifted the machine again, sweating profusely, and put it down on the high platform.
"Everyone, as per Mr. Bear's request, in order to make the No.1 World Martial Arts Conference more formal and fair, we have specially prepared a boxing machine." The host walked to the machine and pointed at it. "This boxing machine can test the punching power of the contestants. Through the score, the 50 contestants who passed the preliminary round will be judged."
"Now, let's invite the famous professional martial artist, Mr. Bear, to demonstrate by punching this boxing machine." The host's voice became excited. "Now, let's welcome Mr. Bear!"
Immediately, everyone's eyes fell on the tall blonde man behind the host.
Big Bear had been keeping his eyes closed and his hands crossed in front of his chest. At this moment, he opened his eyes and loosened his hands. He pulled the rope of the cloak on his chest and threw it back to remove the cloak. Then, he raised his hands. The host sensibly put the microphone in front of Bear.
"Everyone!"
Bear's voice sounded.
"I'm a professional martial artist, and you …" Bear pointed at the crowd. "You're all amateurs. Although you're amateurs, who dares to say that a professional is better than an amateur? I believe that among you, there must be someone who can beat me! "
As soon as he said this, the cheers surged like a tsunami. Even if some people wanted to whistle, they obediently shut up. After all, it was difficult to provoke public anger.
Bear enjoyed the cheers, and did all kinds of actions in front of the camera and lens. His eyes even glanced at Sun Wuben provocatively from time to time.
Sun Wuben didn't even look at him. He was just chatting with Gao Yaqing.
Bear's face was a little pale. He kept performing, but Sun Wuben and Gao Yaqing didn't even look around.
"Um, Mr. Bear …" The host called. "Please demonstrate."
"Got it!" Da Xiong stopped what he was doing and snatched the host's microphone. "In order to let everyone have a better understanding of the boxing machine's grading standards, why don't we invite a random Grandmaster of Combat up here to try out this boxing machine, and then I'll give everyone a demonstration.
"Okay!"
"Mr. Bear, good idea!" Cheers sounded.
"Who should we invite? That's right. " Bear's eyes searched the crowd, and finally fell on Sun Wuben and Gao Yaqing, who were chatting as if no one else was around. Then, Bear pointed at Sun Wuben. "This masked superman, you'll give everyone a demonstration!"
Pairs of eyes looked at Sun Wuben and Gao Yaqing.
Then, they all had strange expressions. Sun Wuben and Gao Yaqing were talking to each other, and didn't pay any attention to Bear's shouting. To be more precise, the two of them didn't even know that Bear asked Sun Wuben to punch the boxing machine.
Silence!
Everyone was quiet. On the stage, Bear was embarrassed and angry. The reason he asked Sun Wuben to come on stage was to make things difficult for him. In the end, he made things difficult for himself.
"Mr. Masked Man."
An old man next to him couldn't stand it and pulled Sun Wuben.
"What's the matter?"
"It's like this. Mr. Bear asked you to come on stage and punch the boxing machine." The old man smiled and said, "Because there's a preliminary round for this competition, for the sake of fairness, this preliminary round will use boxing machines to score points. The host asked the heavyweight fighter, Bear, to give a demonstration, but this kind of demonstration needs to be compared, so Bear asked you to come on stage and compare with him. "
"Oh."
Sun Wuben glanced at Bear on stage, and then glanced at the boxing machine.
"Wu, is it okay?" Gao Yaqing wasn't very worried.
"This boxing machine is not bad. It's the most advanced type." Sun Wuben's voice had a trace of strangeness. The most expensive boxing machine on the market was indeed very good. It could detect ten times the human body's strength limit, but Sun Wuben hadn't used it for a long time. Or rather, a few years ago, Sun Wuben could break the entire boxing machine with one punch. How could he still use it?
"Masked Superman, you're not backing down again, are you?" Bear shouted, "As a man, don't tell me you don't even dare to come up and try the boxing machine? Are you afraid that your score is too low to be seen? "
"Ridiculous." Sun Wuben's cold voice sounded in everyone's ears. "I signed up for the Martial Arts Conference, so I can try the boxing machine. But if I go up and do it when you ask me to, wouldn't it be too embarrassing?"
"You … I think you're afraid of being embarrassed!" Bear roared.
There was also a commotion around. The host on stage was sweating profusely. He walked to Bear's side and asked, "Mr. Bear, do you want to demonstrate?"
"Got it." Bear threw the microphone to the host, then walked to the boxing machine. He rubbed his hands, bent over, and stretched. After a while, he stopped the warm-up foreplay under the impatient eyes of the crowd.
Bear took a bow and arrow stance, his hands clenched into fists.
How many points would he get?
Silence fell upon the crowd. Big Bear was a heavyweight fighting expert, and he had a high KO rate. A high KO rate meant that Big Bear's heavy punches were terrifying. How many points would such a powerful expert score?
"Ah!"
Bear yelled. With endless anger and grievance toward Sun Wuben, he punched the boxing target with his fist.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and the entire boxing target was deeply sunk in. Then, the number on the boxing machine's display screen increased crazily.
"One … one hundred and thirteen!"
When the number stopped changing, the host exclaimed in surprise and excitement, "Mr. Bear actually scored a high score of 113. That's terrifying. Mr. Bear's divine strength is top-notch among professional fighters. I'm afraid no one in the same weight class can hit that!"
There was also a burst of cheers around, and there were even gasps of cold air.
Big Bear's chest heaved up and down violently. The number 113 was a height he had never reached before. It could be said that Big Bear's attack had greatly exceeded his normal level because of his anger. Big Bear even doubted if he would be able to hit this number in the future.
"Roar ~ ~ ~"
Bear roared again and again, raising his fist and gesturing to the crowd.
"This hit can only be said to be so-so, but it's already at the level of a professional fighter. As long as any of you can score above 100, you're a professional. I'm looking forward to the appearance of someone who can surpass me. Alright, everyone, work hard!" Bear said as he glanced at Sun Wuben, then walked to the side with his head held high and his chest puffed out.
"Now, contestants, please line up with your numbers and begin the punching test," the host shouted. "Number one, contestant number one, please come on stage."
"He's here!" There was a buzzing sound. It was a huge man with a body full of fat, like an iron tower. This huge man walked up to the stage, and the crowd felt a sense of pressure from afar. They all moved aside to open up a path.
In a few big strides, the huge man had already reached the stage.
"Ha!"
He raised his football-sized fist and punched the boxing machine. The number rolled and stopped at 82.
"82, contestant number one has scored 82 points," the host announced loudly. "Next, contestant number two, please come on stage." The contestants went on stage one by one.
Most of them scored 60 or 70 points, but there were also some who scored more than 90 points. Every time a contestant scored more than 90 points, it would cause the crowd to gasp, but so far, no one had scored more than Bear's 113 points.
Suddenly —
"Contestant number 112, please come on stage," the host said.
"Contestant number 112? Wu, is that you? "Gao Yaqing looked at Sun Wuben.
"That's me."
"Good luck then," Gao Yaqing said.
"Don't worry." Sun Wuben walked up to the stage. Immediately —
"It's Masked Superman."
"The one who ignored Mr. Bear and stole Mr. Bear's girlfriend in front of him. I wonder what kind of score he can get, daring to steal Mr. Bear's woman. "Everyone was interested.
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