Chapter Eighty-sixth: The Legend of Wulin

  Entering the gymnasium, it was packed with people, even the aisles were crowded, just like the scene on a train during the Spring Festival rush in the past.

  The auditorium is a tiered seating, the closer to the front, the lower the terrain, and the very front is an arena. The four sides of the arena are surrounded by a one-meter-high elastic rope. At this moment, four beauties wearing bikinis are dancing hotly on the arena. Behind the arena should be where the contestants rest and change clothes.

  Song Jian looked at his own ticket, which was seat number 25 in the third row. The third row wasn't bad, just right to slightly look down on the stage, unlike the first row, where you had to tilt your head back a bit to see what was happening on the stage.

  "Excuse me, excuse me," Song Jian squeezed past and arrived at the third row, checked the seat number, the one close to the aisle was No. 24, and next to it was his own seat, No. 25.

  However, at this time, there was a person sitting in seat No. 25, with a face full of brawn and a scorpion tattoo on the back of his neck. At this time, it was almost about to start, and the hot dance of the four beauties had already ended.

  "Hey, friend, is this your seat?" Song Jian asked, bending down and addressing the tattooed scorpion through the person on the outside.

  The scorpion man slowly turned his face around, with a shiny oil on his dark skin. Although his face was very big, but his eyes were very small.

  "Huh? What was that? I didn't quite catch it?" Scorpion Man said slowly, chewing his gum.

  Song Jian waved the admission ticket in his hand, "My seat number is twenty-five, may I ask if this is your seat?"

  "What was that? I didn't quite catch it, old chap!" The scorpion man narrowed his eyes, which were already small to begin with and now seemed even smaller, his mouth slightly upturned as he glared at Song Jian.

  Song Jian sighed and thought to himself that this person was really troublesome. He raised his voice, saying: "I said this seat is mine, if you don't have a ticket, please get up."

  "What the...!" The scorpion man got angry, this little white face, didn't he see the tattoo on the back of my neck? He actually dared to ask me for a seat, "You damn little bastard, you're looking for death, I've never seen anyone as blind as you..."

  The scorpion man spat out a string of dirty words, Song Jian furrowed his brow, just about to take action, when the person sitting in the outermost seat near the aisle couldn't take it anymore. The man suddenly stood up, reached out and grabbed the scorpion man's hair, exerting great force, "Bang" - with a loud crash, he slammed the scorpion man's head fiercely into the front seat.

  The scorpion man let out a loud "ahh" as the person grabbed his hair and pushed him down, lifting their leg to knee him squarely in the nose with the kneecap of their silk-stockinged leg.

  Stockings?

  Song Jian was stunned for a moment, and then he saw clearly that the person in front of him with short hair and wearing a denim jacket was actually a woman. Before this, she had been keeping her head down, holding a large newspaper in her hand, which covered her legs. Song Jian really hadn't noticed that this person was a woman.

  This woman is too cruel, the scorpion man just wanted to occupy a seat, but now he has been beaten by this woman until his forehead and nose are bleeding profusely, and one of his front teeth has fallen out.

  "Get out!"

  The woman suddenly pulled hard, pulling the scorpion man out by his hair, and then kicked him fiercely with her foot. Fortunately, she was not wearing high heels; if she had been, the heel would have gone straight into the scorpion man's anus.

  The people around him panicked and retreated.

  The scorpion man turned his head, gave the woman a hateful glance, and then didn't dare fart, covering his nose and running away.

  The woman clapped her hands and glanced at Song Jian, saying: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and go in, the competition is about to start!"

  Song Jian bowed to the woman and thanked her before entering and sitting down in his own seat, where there was still a nosebleed from the scorpion man underneath, which made Song Jian somewhat uncomfortable, not because he was afraid, but because he found it dirty.

  "You're also useless, a big man, being robbed of his position and still speaking in a soft voice, what's the use?" The woman folded up the newspaper and sat down beside Song Jian, opening her mouth to scold him.

  Song Jian just smiled and didn't say much.

  "What's your name? Who gave you the ticket in your hand, that ticket was bought by me and was supposed to be given to my aunt's brother, but he went to the coach's seat, he took the ticket and gave it to someone else. Do you know my aunt's brother?" The woman spoke to Song Jian, she had short hair, colorful makeup on her eyes, and powder all over her face, but she was indeed very good-looking, with a kind of androgynous beauty, similar to Brigitte Lin Ching-hsia, wearing a small denim jacket on top, with a black sweater inside, the sweater wrapping around her plump chest, and cow-boy shorts on the bottom, with thin, silk-like stockings or long tube socks underneath.

  "I don't know," Song Jia shook his head.

  "Besides, okay, whether you know me or not, I'm Gao Yuan, and you are?" Gao Yuan was a straightforward person.

  "Song Jian," Song Jian swept his eyes over Gao Yuan's chest, and indeed it was both high and round.

  At this time, a burst of gongs and drums sounded in the stadium, followed by a middle-aged man wearing a golden dragon costume, holding a microphone to the center of the arena.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests from Suzhou, heroes of the martial arts world from all corners of the land, good afternoon! I am Pan Chenfeng, your host for the Wulin Legendary series. Welcome to the live broadcast of this year's Wulin Legendary Grand Finals. Today, on this stage beneath my feet, the champion of this year's Wulin Alliance will be born. Who will it be? Let us wait with bated breath."

  After a warm applause, the host Pan Chenfeng continued: "I'll explain the rules for today's final. Today, the four quarter-champions, who are also the top four contestants, will draw lots to divide into groups and compete in an elimination match on this stage. The remaining two people will then compete for the right to challenge the champion. The winner will PK with last year's Wulin Legend champion on the same stage.

  And the ultimate winner will take home the title of 'Martial Arts Alliance Master', and he will also receive a prize of one million yuan provided by the "All-Round Driver" column group. Okay, the million-dollar grand prize, today you will be the common witness. Now, please welcome our four heroic heroes to come on stage!

  The whole audience was boiling with enthusiasm, and the people in the back row even stood up directly. The entire stadium was filled with continuous applause and cheers.

  The tall and round one beside him also stood up, waving his arms and twisting his hips, the person in the back seat was excited.

  Song Jian did not expect this program to be so popular.

  A group of little monks rushed out onto the stage, their heads shaved, wearing martial arts uniforms, and barefoot, as they began to punch and kick in a lively manner.

  "This is Shaolin Kung Fu, which gradually took shape after absorbing Song Zu Changquan and Hung Mun Nam Kuen. It's simple but practical," Gao Yuan sat down again, looking at the stage, excitedly telling Song Jian.

  Song Jian did not expect that Gao Yuan, this woman, was so skilled in martial arts. No wonder he didn't expend much energy when fighting that scorpion-like man earlier. It seems that Gao Yuan has some tricks up her sleeve.

  At this time, behind the stage, at the entrance of the gymnasium, six beauties wearing bikinis, revealing their sexy legs, swinging their small buttocks, lined up in a row, holding signs and walking out, while behind them were four big men with bare upper bodies, wearing shorts.

  Under the leadership of six beauties, four heroic and majestic heroes stood on the stage, host Pan Chenfeng stepped over the spring rope and stood in front of them.

  The little monks all jumped down nimbly. When the audience in the field quieted down a bit, Pan Chenfeng picked up the microphone and said: "Next, let me introduce these four good men to you."...

  As he spoke, Pan Chenfeng walked over to the one on the far left and said: "I think everyone must be familiar with this person's name. Take a look at his shiny bald head and the nine scars on it. I'm sure you all know who he is. Yes, he is Zeng Yilong, the number one martial monk of Shaolin Temple, also known as Brother Zeng or Iron Head Zeng."

  A burst of applause erupted from the audience, and Song Jian couldn't help but take a closer look at Zeng Yilong. Although he had lost some weight, his body looked particularly solid, with abdominal muscles bulging out one by one, extremely robust. More importantly, his hair was shiny and bright, and the nine scars on his forehead were especially eye-catching. It could be seen that Zeng Yilong also had some skills.

  "As the saying goes, all martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin. As the number one warrior monk of Shaolin Temple, I believe that Zeng Ge will not disappoint us tonight!" Pan Chenfeng said loudly.

  Song Jian muttered in his heart, "This Shaolin Temple's number one martial monk, the name is a bit too fake." But this was just an entertaining confrontational program, who cares about its authenticity.

  Gao Yuan waved the newspaper in his hand and shouted, "Zeng Ge, I'm rooting for you!"

  At this time, Pan Chenfeng had already bypassed Zeng Yilong and walked to the second person's side, saying: "This one, you may not be very clear, because he has only fought three matches on our Wulin Wind Stage, but the three people who have competed with him are all top-notch masters. Moreover, those three masters were all knocked out with a single punch.

  "This is the one who just returned from Thailand after winning the 70kg gold belt in the Thai boxing world championship, Jia Tuo Ni!"

  A burst of exclamations rose from below the stage again.

  Gao Yuan didn't dodge the newspaper this time, obviously he wasn't too fond of Jia Tuo Ni.

  Jia Tuo Ni clasped his hands together in a prayer-like gesture and gave a slight bow to the audience below, a common greeting in Thailand and other places where Buddhism is prevalent. Jia Tuo Ni's movement was surprisingly more standard than that of Zeng Qiang, the first martial monk standing beside him.

  Cheers erupted in the arena, but were mixed with many whistles and boos. It's understandable, after all, this was a Chinese competition, and suddenly a Thai boxing master appeared out of nowhere, even though he was also Chinese, it still didn't sit well with everyone.

  Pan Chenfeng saw that everyone had some hostility, so he didn't introduce himself anymore and went to the side of a third person, a burly man with a chest full of black hair.

  The host, Pan Chenfeng, had not yet spoken, but the audience below had already erupted into a frenzy of cheers. More than half of the people stood up, loudly shouting: "Zhang San! Zhang San! Zhang San! Zhang San!......"

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