"Wu Yong, it's almost three o'clock, do you want to go to Jingwu Club to watch Ling'er's game?" As soon as class ended, Meng Yuer asked Wu Yong, who was tired beside her.

Regarding the competition between Meng Linger and the karate master, Wu Yong originally didn't have much interest. But when I think about it, I have already bet 100,000 yuan on this competition, and if I don't see it with my own eyes, I always feel as if I have suffered a loss.

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Yong shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "Okay, let's go and have a look." ”

Not long after, Wu Yong and Meng Yuer came to the Jingwu Society. Pushing the door in, I saw that the Jingwu Club was already overcrowded, with the competition venue as the center, and there were three floors inside and out.

Wu Yong never imagined that a seemingly ordinary competition could attract hundreds of onlookers.

Most of these theological students who came to watch the game were betting, and some of them came purely to join in the fun.

Due to the large number of onlookers, Wu Yong and Meng Yuer couldn't squeeze in for a while. Meng Yu'er, who was worried about her sister, frowned, and muttered worriedly: "Alas, there are too many people, and you can't see anything when you stand outside." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a smooth voice behind him.

"Hey, this isn't Brother Wu Yong. Sister Yu'er, you're here too. ”

Hearing the sound and looking back, I saw a greasy fat face in front of me, and this person was the profiteer Humpty Dumpty Feng Bo.

Humpty Dumpty was full of earnest smiles, his slender and cunning eyes carefully looked at Meng Yu'er's slightly anxious pretty face, and his heart moved, Humpty Dumpty immediately understood Wu Yong and Meng Yu'er's difficulties at this time.

Most of the time it's because I'm standing outside the crowd and not seeing the game.

Seeing this, Humpty Dumpty pushed away the crowd very cleverly, pulled his neck and shouted, "You don't have eyes, do you, get out of the way for me." Do you know who I am, I'm the vice president of Jingwu Society. ”

Although Humpty Dumpty, the vice president, is in vain, just by looking at his fat and bloated body, you know that this kid can't do any kung fu.

But the onlookers were very face-saving, even if he was pushed away, he complained and muttered a few words, and then obediently hid to the side.

After clearing a path from the crowd, Humpty Dumpty ran over with a smile and nodded at Wu Yong, as if he was greeting the boss.

"Brother Wu Yong, Sister Yu'er, let's go inside and take a look, I have reserved VIP seats for the two of you."

VIP seats!

Wu Yong and Meng Yu'er glanced at each other, and then followed the short and fat Feng Bo in.

But when he saw the 'VIP seat' that Feng Bo said, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded. It turns out that the so-called VIP seat is actually two folding chairs.

However, compared to most people who have to stand and watch, being able to sit in a chair is indeed similar to the treatment of VIPs.

His eyes were projected not far away, and he saw Meng Ling'er wearing a white uniform, pressing his legs repeatedly on the side of the field, moving his muscles and bones.

The thin lips rose slightly, and a look of disdain and ridicule appeared on the pretty face that was as delicate as a jade carving. It seems that for this game, Meng Linger has the chance to win.

At the other end of the arena, the man with a burly figure and an angular face was calm, his eyes closed, and he couldn't even see any expression fluctuations on his face.

With her beautiful eyes lowered and a worried look flashing, Meng Yu'er asked in a low voice, "Wu Yong, do you know karate?" I see how the color of Ling'er's belt is different from that of her opponent, so I wonder if the color of the belt has any meaning. ”

Although Wu Yong himself has not practiced karate, he still has some basic understanding of karate.

After a moment of silence, Wu Yong pointed to the two people on the field who were eager to try, eager to fight, and explained to Meng Yuer: "Generally speaking, karate is below the black section, there is no rank, only grading. The color of the belt is used by those who have no rank to indicate their rank. ”

After a pause, Wu Yong explained in detail: "Ling'er is wearing a purple belt around her waist, which indicates that Ling'er should be karate or taekwondo level 3 now." Ling'er's opponent is wearing a black belt, which shows that his practice in karate is already good enough. As for the specific rank, I think this Oriental devil is only twenty-five or sixteen years old at most, and he should be about the fourth rank of the black belt. ”

With his age, he can guess the opponent's karate rank, which makes Feng Bo, a short and fat man sitting next to Wu Yong, unable to help but flatter, praising Wu Yong as both civil and military.

In this regard, Wu Yong just replied with a sneer that was not salty or light. Wu Yong knew that the reason why he was able to guess the other party's underworld rank was due to the division of the underworld rank in karate, which has very strict regulations.

Generally speaking, whether you can obtain the title of 4th dan black belt can only be officially entered into the assessment after 3 years of obtaining the 3rd dan black belt.

Moreover, the assessment conditions are extremely harsh, requiring this person to practice karate for more than 11 years. If the conditions are perverted, it will even be added that the tester must be over 30 years old...

Meng Yu'er heard the clouds, but she seemed to vaguely understand that Ling'er's sister didn't seem to be able to beat the Oriental student.

Dai frowned, Meng Yu'er said anxiously: "Wu Yong, will Ling'er be injured, or stop the game immediately." ”

End the game!

Hehe··· Even if the audience here agrees, I'm afraid Meng Ling'er, who has always been competitive, will not agree.

And whether Meng Ling'er can win or not, it is still difficult to say.

In order to comfort the worried Meng Yuer, Wu Yong comforted in a deep voice: "Don't worry, if there is anything wrong in the arena, I will stop it immediately..."

Before Wu Yong could finish speaking, Meng Linger had already made all preparations and walked to the center of the arena with her opponent.

The willow eyebrows were coldly raised, the thin lips were raised, and there was a hint of contempt and abuse, Meng Ling'er arrogantly provoked: "You Oriental devil, don't stay on your broken island honestly, but you want to come to my Jingwu Club to make trouble, your brain is in water." ”

The burly man's face was slightly moved, and there was a hint of looming anger in the depths of his eyes. But he still endured it and bowed slightly to Meng Ling'er according to etiquette.

"My name is Shigeru Miyamoto, a third black belt, please advise." Shigeru Miyamoto had just arrived in China, and his Chinese language was still very lame, and it sounded like a cassette.

Raising her eyebrows lightly, Meng Ling'er said coquettishly: "Sensei use your three sections of the underworld to scare Miss Ben, I practice taekwondo and judo, and it's not the same thing as your bullshit karate at all." I'll beat you all over the ground in a minute, and you'll know how good Miss Ben is. ”

Miyamoto Shigeru said angrily: "Miss Meng Ling'er, I'm not here to kick the gym. It's just to teach you a higher martial arts, karate. In the eyes of contemptible people, Mr. Bruce Lee is the only one who can be called 'fine' in modern martial arts. Now that Mr. Bruce Lee has passed away for decades, among today's martial arts, only karate is the most powerful. ”

Speaking of this, Miyamoto Shigeru pondered for a long time, as if his brain was running rapidly, organizing speech that was not fluent.

"If Miss Meng Linger is willing to change the Jingwu Club to a karate gym, I am willing to give up today's match."

"Bah, I don't look down on you Oriental devils the most. If you want to occupy my Jingwu Society, you can just say it, and you will talk so much nonsense. It's fake, it makes people feel disgusting to look at! Meng Ling'er scolded angrily.