Martial Arts Master

Hearing the question from the girl at the front desk, Lou Cheng's thoughts raced, he smiled and nodded:

"I'm thinking about it. I'm making a selection. Can I go in and have a look?"

He is not proficient in spoken language yet and can only express himself concisely and concisely.

If the so-called dragon boxing has distinctive characteristics and is different from others, and the strength of the martial arts masters is not bad, I don't mind paying money, spending a few days here, and completing the competition in private, so as not to ruin others' reputation.

"Of course. I'll find someone to take you in and give you an introduction." The girl at the front desk replied with a smile, as if she saw a business deal was about to be completed.

She picked up the phone and chirped a few times. A young man with a fair face and a thin body quickly came out of the boxing gym and greeted enthusiastically: "Chinese?"

"Yes." Lou Cheng replied calmly.

The young man in front of him didn't have much energy and blood, and his muscles could barely be seen in his arms and other parts.

"You just came to Kangcheng, right?" The thin young man looked Lou Cheng up and down and said with a smile, "The climate here is changeable, so you have to be careful. I forgot to mention, my name is Li Zunping, and I am a student at the boxing gym. As a handyman, let’s go in and talk, and you can look around.”

"Okay." Lou Cheng followed Li Zunping inside with great interest and visited the practice field on the first floor and the strength and equipment room on the second floor. He found that the layout here was not much different from that in China, except that the students were mainly foreigners. There are men and women with white, black or brown skin gaiting and practicing their punches, which is quite a wonderful feeling.

"How is it? We are a very formal Chinese boxing gym, and the coaches are also very strong. Several of them have won the ranking of Cannes Unrestricted Fighting..." Li Zunping made the introduction conscientiously beside him, "You used to Have you ever practiced martial arts? If you are a beginner, we have corresponding courses and special training plans..."

Listening to the other party's ramblings and glancing at the unremarkable fist and kick drills, Lou Cheng restrained his waning interest and replied with a smile: "I'll think about it again. Do you have any promotional materials? Can you give me a copy to take back and study carefully?" Take a look?"

Although the instructors here are very skilled in fists and kicks, they can also split wooden boards and break bricks from time to time. The sound of cracking makes foreigners admire them and feel that the mysterious Chinese Kung Fu is indeed powerful, but for themselves , it’s really boring. The so-called Dragon Fist seems to be just ordinary Kung Fu with the technique of exerting force changed to be closer to the local physique.

But there is also a skill in refusing. You can't just say that your boxing gym is all weaklings. I don't like it. "Think again" is an effective method in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad.

"Yes, I will give you a copy later. Let me tell you, our Dragon Boxing Gym has a history of ten years and has opened five or six branches in Cannes. We are definitely not the kind to cheat people's money. We The owner of the gym is called Zhu Hong. He went to Nanyang after he became successful in martial arts. He is not well-known in China. It is normal if you have never heard of it. Eleven years ago, he immigrated to Kangcheng and combined the martial arts characteristics of the three places with the In terms of fighting skills, we created our own 'Dragon Fist'." Li Zunping smiled and said, "The competition in the local fighting field in Cannes is very fierce. The fact that we can establish a foothold and survive for ten years can prove a lot of things."

It sounds a bit legendary... Lou Cheng's interest was piqued a little more, and he asked with a smile:

"What about Master Zhu now?"

Perhaps the characteristics of "Dragon Fist" cannot be reflected in ordinary teaching exercises... I cannot be arrogant and blindly deny others...

"The master of the library is a busy man. He only works for one day at each branch. Well, the day after tomorrow, Wednesday, he will come to our place. Then you can come and take a look and experience the real Dragon Fist." Li Zunping said warmly invite.

When the time comes, you will definitely be eager to join us!

"Okay." Lou Cheng smiled and nodded. Accompanied by Li Zunping, he took the materials and walked out of the Dragon Boxing Gym.

He lowered his head and opened Gu Ge's map again, looking for another fighting venue.

In the outdoor cafe across the street, Smith took a sip of the bitter liquid, sometimes looking at the surveillance screen on the computer screen, sometimes looking up at the dangerous backpacker-like figure.

Yes, a real danger!

Smith read the information provided by Renee in detail last night and had an unusually deep understanding of the target of his surveillance:

That's "mobile high explosives"!

The rolling waves of fire, the huge explosion, and the wandering cold light all appeared in Smith's mind, causing him to say "Oh" and curse in a low voice:

"How can those idiots at the embassy, ​​who have shit in their heads, give this guy a visa? Why doesn't the boss just deport him!"

Knowing that he was just complaining, Smith touched his small earphones, lowered his voice, and ordered several members of his team to change positions and make substitutions to avoid being noticed by the target.

After doing all this, he raised his head and looked at the target as he admired the scenery while drinking coffee.

At this moment, Lou Cheng looked around blankly and happened to meet his gaze.

Smith's body tensed up, and he didn't look away eagerly. He pretended to be nonchalant, nodded friendly, and slowly looked to the side, just like every normal American would react.

Suddenly, he noticed that Lou Cheng was moving. The dangerous man walked towards the zebra crossing, took advantage of the green light, crossed the street, and seemed to be getting closer to him!

"Damn it!" Smith quickly lowered his head, pretending to drink coffee, and cursed in a panic.

He won't find anything, right?

Should I get up immediately and leave the scene, or should I reveal my identity, explain clearly the need to monitor the other person, and use legal clauses to stun him?

While hesitating, there was another figure in his sight, and Lou Cheng stopped right in front of him.

With a flick of the brush, a dense layer of cold sweat broke out on Smith's back.

"Smith, this is what every man who wants to be Spider-Man needs to go through, show your courage!" He muttered, raised his head, and calmly looked at the man "marked with the red word 'danger'" of young Chinese people.

"Sorry, can you interrupt me? I want to ask for directions." Lou Cheng tried his best to keep his smile friendly.

The moment our eyes met, I decided to ask this destined person for directions!

He seems quite friendly!

Smith almost raised his hand to pick out his ears, suspecting that he heard wrongly, and replied dully:

"no problem."

"Well, I'm a fighting enthusiast. Are there any famous fighting training grounds nearby?" Lou Cheng organized his words and asked expectantly.

With Brother Gu's map, I wasn't afraid of finding the way, but after searching for a long time, it was a headache to read in English, and I couldn't find the next target. For this, I even told my wife about the hardships!

Smith grinned, unfolded the lines on his forehead, and replied with a rather dull smile:

"Messes Fighting Ground, in the seventh block, it is one of the important bases of the 'Gluka' fighting style. Base, do you understand?"

"Understood, thank you." A certain name that he had found before flashed through Lou Cheng's mind, and he quickly determined the route on the map.

He waved goodbye to the brown-haired good Samaritan and walked to the seventh block not far away.

Smith reflexively waved in response. He waited until the other party walked away before wiping his forehead. His hands were wet with cold sweat.

"He just came here to ask for directions?" Smith muttered, "Why is he looking for a fighting arena? He said he is a fighting enthusiast..."

After muttering to himself, Smith's expression suddenly changed. He stood up suddenly, knocked over his chair, and issued orders to his subordinates through the instrument:

"Immediately monitor the Messis Fighting Arena, mobilize the 'Skynet', gather manpower, and set up dangerous-level security!"

When a dangerous "warrior" from China goes to the fighting arena of the "Gluka" school, it will always give people bad associations!

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Lou Cheng walked around, looking at the map, or sharing it with Yan Zheke. After more than thirty minutes, he finally saw the huge signboard of the Meses Fighting Arena, with the logo of the "Gluka" school printed on it: " A fist holding a trident", with words such as Messes written underneath.

"This is it. It's much more luxurious than the Dragon Boxing Gym..." Lou Cheng happily opened the door and entered.

The person at the front desk was a girl in a red dress with blond hair that was almost brown, blue eyes, and a great figure. She was startled for a moment, and then she slowed down and asked:

"Are you here to learn how to fight?"

"Yes, can I take a look before making a decision?" Lou replied maturely.

"Of course." The blond girl smiled and reminded kindly, "Many fighters have fiery personalities. After you enter, you must remember a few things. Don't stare at other people's practice. If someone provokes you, pretend not to do anything. See it, don’t hear it, please be patient with discriminatory words, okay?”

"OK!" Lou Cheng nodded with a smile.

After waiting for two minutes, a black young man with pigtails and a very hip-hop outfit came out. When he spoke, Lou Cheng doubted for a moment that he would say "yo yo yo".

"Oh, a shy Asian boy." The black youth laughed, "My name is Brooke."

"Hello, Brooke." Lou Cheng followed the opponent into the Messis Fighting Arena without announcing his name.

They had just taken a few steps when they came face to face with a huge figure. It was a strong black man who was obviously over two meters tall. His arms were exaggerated and shiny, comparable to Lou Cheng's thighs.

With a teasing smile, he glanced at Lou Cheng's "thin" arms, bulged his terrifying biceps and said:

"Little boy, fighting is not for you!"

After saying that, the bald giant didn't wait for an answer, let out a hearty laugh, and turned directly into another room.

"Don't mind, Olson was just joking. He is actually a very kind and humorous person." Brooke hurriedly explained to Lou Cheng, who was in a daze, "Compared with other fighters."

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After watching Lou Cheng and Brooke go in, the blonde girl looked outside idly and suddenly noticed someone jumping and moving between tall buildings like a spider.