"It all stems from your belief in revitalizing the art of mixed martial arts, and without you, the existence of a mixed martial arts club would be a problem. Driven by this belief, there will definitely be more beneficiaries in the future, and I will not be the strongest one. Ivan is well aware of Karenz's ideals, so he strongly affirms the other party's dedication and achievements, and sincerely hopes that he can persevere.

"Well said! Well said!"

Seeing him look at himself like this, Kalenz naturally grinned happily, and couldn't help but reach out and pat the other party's shoulder, venting the joy in his heart in this way. When he slipped from the peak of his heart, there was a bitterness with mixed feelings - he had been holding on to the mess of the MMA club all these years, and he didn't know how much effort he had put in, and how many people had hated him.

With his strength, if he hadn't cherished the career of Ives' predecessor and was determined to revitalize mixed martial arts, he would have gone to the army or a large consortium early to get promoted and make a fortune. However, the years of hard work have not been in vain, and today I finally see a glimmer of hope for revival, and when I leave the club after graduation, I can be regarded as a qualified heir.

Thinking of this, Karenzi's pupils condensed slightly, and after revealing a thoughtful look, his eyes turned to Ivan again: "Since your mixed martial arts skills have reached my level, then go to the mixed martial arts tournament with me!"

"Mixed martial arts tournaments, isn't that already happening?" Ivan looked stunned when he heard his invitation.

Because Kalenz takes the fight very seriously, he's always been concerned about the mixed martial arts tournament and remembers the date very clearly. However, during the time of the competition, in order to cope with the challenge of invisible space, he was engaged in high-intensity team combat training with Erica and others, so he could only put it to the back of his mind.

"Not to mention, the last game was terrible, with banned drugs, black whistles, fake boxing, impostors, bribery and dark box operations, all kinds of scum abound, and the results of the game have been declared invalid by the federal government. ”

The more Kalenz spoke, the more excited he became, and finally he was really angry, and sighed bitterly: "I really didn't expect that the Martial Arts Association could rot like that...... In addition to politicians, who are the spokesmen of sponsors, there are not many people in the leadership who really love martial arts. ”

"The reason for the decline of mixed martial arts is probably inseparable from these moths. Ivan shook his head as he listened.

"You're right, the agreement has now rotted into a negative asset in mixed martial arts, and even a federal government that ignores martial artists stinks. So some veteran martial artists are being recruited to form a new martial artist association, and now many veteran martial artists are in place. There are only funds left, and I hope that this time the investor can be more reliable. ”

When Kalenz spoke of the funder, his voice suddenly lowered several degrees, and a trace of unconcealed worry flashed in his eyes, obviously still worried that excessive commercialization would interfere with the normal operation of the association.

"So, as long as the funds are in place, there will be a new mixed martial arts tournament?" Ivan said his pupils constricted slightly, revealing a heartfelt look.

"Of course. ”

Seeing his expression, Karenz concluded that the other party was also looking forward to this competition, so he asked straight to the point:

"Well, would you like to give it a try?"

"Participate, of course. ”

Ivan immediately agreed, after all, practicing mixed martial arts can't be done behind closed doors, and only by communicating more can there be room for improvement. Immediately afterward, he remembered the Martial Artists Association's funding issue and tried to ask Kalenz:

"Minister, did you ever have a consortium that hosted a mixed martial arts tournament before?"

"What? You want to intervene too?"

Karenz had seen Evan's magnificence and knew that he must have a huge amount of money in his hands, so he said patiently:

"It's not realistic to be awarded the right to host, and to tell you the truth, until the last infamous farce. Mixed martial arts tournaments have been almost always at a loss, and they have been able to barely survive thanks to donations from martial arts enthusiasts. However, if you invest in a new martial arts association, as long as you work patiently, you should be able to make a lot of money. ”

"I see. ”

Hearing him say this, Evan took the Martial Artists Association to heart and prepared to look up the information in this regard when he returned.

"As for the fist intent thing, I can't give you too much advice because I'm just in contact with it. Karenz turned and walked to the desk and sat down again, leaning back in the chair and looking at him with a solemn gaze:

"Mixed martial arts have reached the level of you and me, and the mental level is more important than the physical, and if you want to go further, you need to exchange experience with martial artists of the same level. In the future, mixed martial arts competitions will be the best platform for communication. ”

One by one, one by one

When Evan left the office, half an hour had passed, and Pasha was still unconscious on the floor. He kindly contacted the hospital, left this unlucky bastard who was not self-sufficient, and walked out of the door of the club quickly.

Sunlight shines through the thin clouds, like golden threads, crisscrossing through the gaps between the leaves, and through the morning fog, wisps of water sprinkle all over the road. After Ivan stepped into the alley, he had not taken two steps before he had a foreboding feeling in his heart—it seemed that something full of hostility was waiting for him not far away.

When mixed martial arts reached his level, his perception had already become extremely sensitive, especially at critical moments, although things had not really happened, he could immediately sense that something was wrong. As early as when Evan practiced penetration, he could detect the prying eyes of the drone outside the window. After experiencing the life and death trials of the invisible city, this kind of spiritual intuition is undoubtedly a step further, even if it is far away and the crisis is still brewing.

“......”

After feeling the strangeness of the spiritual level, Ivan did not hesitate, and teleported into the shade of the tree on the right. At the same time, he converged his life characteristics to the limit, radiating his spiritual power very secretly, and slowly searching for the source that made him uneasy.

It didn't take long for him to spot two dangerous figures next to his flying machine.

It was two middle-aged men in security uniforms, standing next to the aircraft on the left and right, chatting, looking like they were waiting for someone together, and like old friends who knew each other well.

But Evan knew that the two of them weren't security guards at all, as the aura of these two guys was extremely powerful, very close to the mechanic he had fought with. If there is only one, he may be able to barely compete with him now, and two people practicing their hands will be a mortal killing.

The two mechanics disguised as the Shield of Innocence security personnel were chatting next to their own aircraft, which was very discordant no matter how you looked at it. What's more, the timing of the two guys' appearance was just after Domon sent him an email.

No matter how you look at it, it's not good!

After discovering these two mechanics, Evan retracted his mental power in an instant, for fear that they would find out a clue. Fortunately, his mental power level was slightly higher, and although the enemy had been on guard, they had not been able to discover his existence in time.

"It seems that Domon's email has successfully dragged me into the water. The current situation is that the enemy has sent two mechanics directly to trouble me, and there seems to be no room for peaceful negotiations. However, they did not dare to act in the open, and seemed to be afraid of my status as a diplomat. ”

While analyzing the danger of the enemy, Ivan quickly galloped in the opposite direction, and after running to the edge of the floating island, he immediately spread his arms and leaped:

"In that case, whether you want to force the enemy back to the negotiating table, or get rid of them directly, you must get enough bargaining chips from Domon!

Whoosh——!

His body swept through the morning breeze and fell vertically like a piece of lead, falling silently for about six hundred meters. Suddenly, he was wrapped in layers of turbulent ripples of water, and fell to the ground as lightly as weightless.

One by one, one by one

Philemic District, Lane Street.

Two or three hundred meters ahead of the block is a large park, with a white water tower in the northwest. The green grass under the water tower seems to be a brightly colored carpet, and the surrounding pedestrians and tourists come and go, and the hustle and bustle is indescribable.

There are five benches on the lawn, filled with visitors of all shapes, including a single woman with a baseball cap on the rightmost bench. With a figure of more than one meter and seven meters, he is neither tall nor short, with thick eyelashes and narrow corners, and he looks ordinary and has no features.

She was holding a paper romance book, reading it carefully, and seemed to be fascinated by it, completely forgetting where she was.

Just as the lady was 'immersed' in the world of the book, a staff member dressed in a big bad wolf doll costume came over and sat down on the bench looking very tired, drooping his head but making an Evan's voice:

"I'm being targeted by two mechanics right now, are you satisfied?"

"I am also forced to do so, this matter is related to the Governor's Palace, and if I am alone, there is no room for resistance. This lady, who was ostensibly obsessed with the world of the book, had a cold and low male voice between her lips and teeth.

"Say in advance, since you've dragged me into the water, you'll have to give me the mechanic's memory chip as agreed. ”

The big bad wolf doll was still drooping its head, looking tired and unable to move, but the voice it made became colder and colder: "Tell me you don't! In that case, I can't help but kill you here!"

"The memory chip is on me. ”

The 'lady' in the baseball cap closed the page, got up from the bench, and walked to the exit of the park: "This is not the place to talk, follow me." ”’