The first martial arts competition was Iron Fist vs. Iron Palm, and everyone from both sides cheered for their coach.

The coaches from the two martial arts schools each came on the stage, saluted each other, then took small steps and began to use their own boxing techniques.

Although it is just a comparison between moves without any internal power, it is worth watching and quite attractive after all.

But after watching for a while, Ning Fan was a little speechless. This was not a martial arts competition, it was clearly just a set of punches that had been planned in advance.

Both sides are going back and forth, you are advancing and I am retreating, and the fight is so hard that it gives the audience a feeling of wanting to win.

"Ning Fan, what do you think?" Xiao Wanqing asked.

Ning Fan said: "It's nothing. After all, it's just a discussion. It's not a matter of life and death. Let's leave it like that."

It's not that Ning Fan looks down on these martial arts now, it's just that after reaching Ning Fan's level, he has no feeling for all these moves. What's not nice to say is that he only uses fancy fists and embroidered legs.

Real masters can break gold and rubble with their bare hands, fly over walls and walls, but they won't use their moves to compare and compete like them.

Because a real master doesn't need any moves. Those who can kill people are good moves.

Ning Fan originally thought that this martial arts competition would be boring, but two or three groups of people walked in at the entrance of the martial arts gym.

One of the middle-aged men at the front laughed loudly and said: "How can we not participate in such a grand martial arts competition?"

This mandarin is a bit awkward, and it can be concluded that although this middle-aged man has an oriental appearance, he is definitely not from Daxia.

Behind him were several Western faces, one of whom was still wearing boxer's clothes, another was a man with his arms crossed, and another man had a ponytail and held a samurai sword in his hand.

"The kicker is here, it's interesting." Ning Fan said.

Xiao Wanqing and the others looked over in surprise, more or less able to tell that those people were not good people at first glance.

At the same time, the audience and people from the eight major martial arts schools could also see that these people were here to compete in the gym.

Everyone in the eight major martial arts schools stood up, and among them the Iron Fist man said: "We don't welcome you Japanese people here, so get out of here right away."

"It's just that if you're not welcome, get out of here."

"Get out!"

The Japanese man smiled and said, "Isn't this how you treat guests in Daxia by asking us to get out?"

The big bosses on the rostrum looked a bit ugly. It would be disrespectful to kick them out, but if they dared not go out, there would be no way to carry out the martial arts excision.

After the three people discussed it, they decided to keep their grace first, at least not to lose the face of Daxia.

"Now that you're here, take a seat." The white-haired old man said.

The middle-aged man from Dongying said with a smile: "We are not here to watch the battle, we are here specifically to compete with you and learn martial arts."

"I'm sorry, today is our own martial arts competition. We don't accept your challenge now." An old man said.

"Are you afraid?"

The words of the middle-aged Japanese man immediately aroused public outrage.
Chapter completed!