Both of them are people who practice martial arts - after a few days of teaching by the old monk, Wang Chao can barely call himself a person who practices martial arts - when eating, as long as you want to be fast, it will definitely not be slow.

After a while, Wang Chao had already swept away a table of meat, and poured several liters of juice into it. The old monk also ate a few large bowls of rice with a few plates of vegetarian dishes.

"Let's go, let's see."

Wang Chao checked out the bill and left the store in a hurry, and the old monk followed closely.

Just standing on this side of the street, the two of them looked at the tall buildings across the street that were full of colorful colors, and they could already faintly hear the enthusiastic cheers coming from them. There are many people in fighting uniforms coming and going at the entrance of the fighting dojo, and the door sign is a neon lantern with a demon pattern - Satan Fighting Dojo.

"Pompous!"

Wang Chao commented, and then walked through the street with great interest and walked into the gate of the dojo.

Before, when he was in Nandu, he had also heard of the names of martial arts and professional leagues, but at that time he was in isolation and had no interest in paying attention to these things. It's different now, now Wang Chao has decided to die on the road of martial arts, and after his determination is firm, he has become a little interested in this fighting league that he has never seen in the comics.

Is this where Satan made his fortune?

Wang Chao thought about it, walked through the front hall of the dojo and entered the competition venue - boom, a heat wave mixed with alcohol, perfume, sweat and other messy smells, rushed to his face, almost smoked him. At the same time, the chaotic and noisy sound was also a 360-degree panoramic surround that shook Wang Chao's eardrums.

"Oh oh ——!!"

"!!"

"Ahh

Wang Chao looked around, only to see that the stepped ring stands were full of all kinds of spectators, they were dressed in various colors, like fan cheering style clothing, the only thing in common was that they were all excited and fanatical, bear people, werewolves, fox people, ordinary people...... Almost every conceivable face can be found on the audience. Wang Chao opened his fiery eyes, and even found several rare monster-type humans - the kind that resembled chowder, like a demon.

The old monk followed from behind, and they were now in the corner of the circular staircase stand, and it was a very high level. Because the real competition ring is below the horizon.

Wang Chao's gaze looked down, and he saw that below the center of the huge ring stand, there was a square professional fighting ring.

On the ten-meter-square ring, a protective crimson rubber mat is laid, and a very wild demon head is painted in the center, which must be the main feature of this fighting gym.

There is no fence like a boxing ring around the ring, it is completely open, Wang Chao guessed, it is estimated that this kind of fighting match is also the same as the world's first martial arts club, with the rule that if you fall out of the ring, you will lose the game.

As for directly above the ring, there is a hexagonal prism composed of six huge screens, each of which broadcasts the battle between the two fighters in the ring at the same time.

The two of them were standing in the high seats, watching the hot match in the ring below.

The old monk, like most of the rest of the audience, watched the six live screens. And Wang Chao took advantage of the convenience of his fiery eyes to clearly watch the fight between the two fighters on the stage.

"What do you think?" The old monk suddenly said next to Wang Chao.

"Huh?" Wang Chao asked loudly, the environment was too noisy, and he didn't hear what the old monk said at all. The old monk whispered in his ear and asked again. Wang Chao pondered for a moment and said, "Feeling...... They seem to have a good understanding of each other...... Got an element of performance? ”

Because even from Wang Chao's superficial eyes, the two guys in the ring below ...... Although the fight is fierce and hard, many times it is clear that you can punch it down, and when the opponent hurts more, you don't fight so much.

This gave Wang Chao a feeling that he seemed to be more efficient in striking his opponents...... It's far less important than having a cool combo on your own.

The old monk smiled and nodded.

Wang Chao suddenly felt bored.

With such a format and Mr. Satan, the world champion raised in the league, it is no wonder that he doesn't even know anything about the concept of 'qi', which a high-level earth warrior should be exposed to. Wang Chao asked loudly about this question, and the old monk next to him asked loudly, and sure enough, the old monk loudly affirmed his guess by his ear.

The concept of qi is shared by many high-level earth martial artists. Even if he is a martial artist of that kind of wild road, even if he has not heard the specific word qi, he probably has a general knowledge. And what these martial artists lack is only really strong qi, as well as mature qigong skills.

Wang Chao then asked about the Turtle School Qigong.

"A miraculous martial art like Turtle School Qigong is the unique secret skill of the god of martial arts...... the old monk sighed.

After his explanation, Wang Chao learned that it turned out that although many high-end martial artists had heard of and understood the concept of qi, the vast majority of martial artists, throughout their lives, used qi, the energy in the body, to the most important thing was to condense it in the body and strengthen the body - so that they could not be afraid of bullets, and even resist the shells carefully.

is also for this reason, in the comics, Sun Wukong only glanced at it, and he used the turtle school qigong in a similar way, which is enough to show how terrifying the talent and understanding of this low-level warrior who was assessed as similar to a congenital disability in the Saiyan clan actually has.

Wang Chao was fascinated for a while, thinking, I don't know...... Can I learn Turtle School Qigong?

The old monk said to himself: "I heard that the crane immortal stream has a qigong technique that can fly...... The voice was too small, Wang Chao didn't hear it at all, otherwise he would definitely discuss with him the principle of the empty dance technique, as well as the question of which is more famous, Dongdongbo or Turtle School Qigong.

"Huh! It's you! ”

At this time, in the aisle between the audience seats next to him, someone actually walked over and pointed at Wang Chao in surprise.

"Huh?" Wang Chao looked over and found that the man was a man with a camera around his neck. Although he didn't hear what the camera man said, the other party pointed at him, and he must have been talking to himself, so Wang Chao asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Hello, my name is Heasley, and I'm a special correspondent for Fight!"

The camera man approached, took out an identity tag wearing a blue stripe from his coat pocket, and handed it to Wang Chao to look at, it turned out to be a press card. The card has a small photo of the reporter and his real name — the reason why I say his real name is because he also has a pen name that the guy used when he published in the newspaper, called Brukente.

"You may not know, I've seen you! I've written you a story and been in the newspapers! ”

"Huh?"

Wang Chao was at a loss when he heard this, and returned the press card to this guy.

Who is this man?

"Me? Ever been in the newspaper? He was a little surprised, and he squeezed out of the competition venue with this reporter, closed the door, and suddenly the world was clear. When did it happen? How did I not know? "Besides, what do I have to be in the newspaper? Wang Chao didn't quite understand.

The old monk was also curious.

"I can't say a sentence or two, you wait, I should take ...... with me" The reporter named Heasley dragged the backpack behind him, unzipped it and rummaged through it, and quickly took out a small bag of transparent plastic bags, which were full of photos and a few newspaper clippings, he handed it to Wang Chao and said with a smile: "You will know it when you see it." ”

Wang Chao took it curiously, opened it and took out a photo.

The photograph was taken at a distance on the shore, and in the center of the frame is the silhouette of a wet boy, as if he had just climbed up from the shore, and the timing of the capture was clever, just in time for the boy to turn his head and look in the direction of the sea.

"Papaya Island?" Wang Chao recognized it.