Siheyuan: My name is Cao Xing, and I have a strong background

When Cao Xing saw the newspaper in his hand, a nameless fire instantly rose from the bottom of his heart, burning his chest and making him extremely angry.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and the streets and alleys are filled with a festive and peaceful atmosphere.

People's faces are filled with bright smiles, and they are happily preparing to welcome the new year.

But who could have imagined that at this moment that should have been full of joy and hope, such depressing and heartbreaking news would come.

There is no doubt that those guys obviously deliberately chose such a crucial day to release it. Their intentions are so sinister that they are outrageous and extremely despicable!

Unfortunately, however, Cao Xing was not a member of the Wushu Association, and he had no say in this matter at all.

Although he had a strong sense of patriotism deep in his heart and longed to stand up and win honor for his country, reality ruthlessly blocked him from the door.

Not only that, in Cao Xing's eyes, the situation reported in this newspaper was actually quite euphemistic.

As mentioned above, in the past ten days, the other side sent a total of sixteen masters to challenge, and the two sides fought a full thirty fierce battles.

The results of it?

We only won two of the games, and both ended in extremely tragic ways.

This is almost the same as total annihilation of the army!

Cao Xing simply couldn't bear to imagine how these disgraceful achievements would be exaggerated and described in a disgraceful manner by people with bad intentions if they were spread abroad.

As for martial arts, it’s not that Cao Xing looks down on those people in the association.

All they teach there are fancy moves.

Real Kung Fu are killing skills, and the outcome of a fight between two sides can often be decided in two or three moves.

These killing skills are mastered by real martial artists, but some of these martial artists have a high opinion of themselves and look down on the Martial Arts Association.

Some were excluded by the martial arts association and could not show themselves in front of the public at all.

Therefore, Cao Xing did not have any good feelings towards this martial arts association. He just felt it was really fucking pathetic.

However, Cao Xing does not seek trouble. Although he has the aura of a protagonist, he is a trouble attractor.

Inside the state guesthouse, martial arts representatives from eight countries sat together drinking and chatting happily, their words full of disdain for Chinese martial arts.

I only heard a muscular man with a fierce face say in a cold voice.

"The Chinese martial arts are just for show. They have no fighting power at all. They can't even beat our disciples, let alone us. My William's pair of iron fists are enough to break through their martial arts association."

William has solid muscles and explosive power. He is the most famous boxing champion in the United States.

The sixteen people come from eight different countries.

There are the American boxing champion William and the world champion of free fighting Brian.

There is George, the master of Patton techniques from Eagle Country, and Wilson, the master of sword techniques.

There is Daisho Ichimaru, a tenth-degree karate master who lives a leisurely life, and Hinobi, the current head of the Ryu Kenjutsu family.

There are the red and black belt Taekwondo master Jin Shengmu and the grandmaster of boxing, Cui Laxi.

There is Ivan, the chief instructor of Systema fighting techniques and Tolstoy, the master of Sambo.

The other six contestants include the Romantic Country, the Mustache Country and the Pasta Country.

Brian said disdainfully, "Humph, there aren't many talents in this field in China. They are all skinny people who can only be beaten with one punch. They are really vulnerable."

Da Xiang Yi Wan, who lives a simple life, laughed contemptuously and said, "They can't even get enough food here, how can they have the time to study martial arts? You think too highly of them."

The few of them didn't care at all about the official translator assigned to the room. In their eyes, the Chinese were automatically ignored.

They talked about the weakness and incompetence of the Chinese people without paying any attention to who was around, and the translator who was listening to them was extremely angry.

But due to their work they have to endure it and have to translate for them, which is really uncomfortable.

Hinobi, who was living a simple life, snorted coldly and said, "I will personally participate in the match later and let the Chinese see the power of my swordsmanship."

Everyone looked satisfied after hearing this.

They were all masters. They had competed with each other on the day they arrived. The knife in Hinoki's hand was faster than their eyes.

It can be said that if it is a life-and-death battle, they are indeed no match for Hinobi with weapons.

Moreover, the sword technique is closer to actual combat. It is said that the bayonets used in daily life during World War II were all moves passed down from their family.

Not to mention that the current master of Liu Jianshu was personally taking the field, so in their opinion, there was no suspense in this match anymore.

It was afternoon and they arrived at a huge indoor gymnasium.

The center of the gymnasium was paved with wooden boards. It was about fifty meters long and wide and was very spacious.

This is obviously a game without any rules. Everything is allowed except that you cannot kill someone.

A match without rules is also the most comprehensive form of competition that allows people to play freely.

It can be said to be the closest to actual combat.

There were major foreign media and only a few domestic media in the venue.

Obviously, after these ten days of competition, the domestic media have lost confidence and don't want to come.

Representatives from various countries sat on one side, and the president of the Wushu Association and others sat on the other side. The atmosphere was somewhat awkward but full of tension.

After everyone was seated, the host came on stage.

He walked up with a microphone, looking downcast, and spoke directly without any nonsense.

"Please invite both players to come on stage."

After saying this, Hinobi raised his sword and walked forward without hesitation.

On the other hand, a young man came out from the Wushu Association.

This man had no hair, had a scar on his head, and was holding a wooden stick. It was obvious that he came from Shaolin Temple.

Hinobi understood Chinese, and immediately sneered disdainfully: "From Shaolin Temple? Little monk, are you the foreign aid found by those idiots?"

For a great man like him to have reached this level of accomplishment, knowing Chinese is a must.

Because his sword skills all came from ancient books stolen from China.

However, these ancient books are extremely valuable and difficult to translate, so they all taught themselves Chinese. Their Chinese proficiency and understanding of Chinese history even surpass that of 90% of Chinese people.

Of course he also knew about places like Shaolin Temple.

The young monk opposite seemed surprised that the forty-year-old man in front of him could speak Chinese, and immediately replied when he heard it.

"Shaolin monk Jiuyang, I would like to learn your skills!"

After saying that, he began to dance with a stick.

The so-called expert will know if it is there as soon as he takes action.

When the whirring sound was heard, Hinobi's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Not bad. You have mastered the stick skills to this level at such a young age. You are much better than the boys who played in the past few days."

Hinobi was not stingy with his praise.

In his eyes, he is the best in the world, as if it is a great honor to receive his praise.

"But...if you want to fight me, you'll need to practice for another twenty years!"