"Hahaha, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Our China's top master will definitely beat the new super soldier of the United States to pieces."

"Why beat them to pieces? Can't we just kill them like Su Yunman did seven years ago? When facing the enemy, we need to be decisive!"

"Yes, kill the super soldier of the United States and let the whole world know that our Chinese martial arts are the strongest! No one can run wild on our land!"

"China will win! Cheng Bochang will win! Achieve the imperialism of the United States! Lead Chinese martial arts to the world!"

"..."

Half a month passed in a flash.

That morning, the Kunlun International Martial Arts Center in the capital was already full early.

The audience in the entire venue were discussing the upcoming battle and expressing their opinions.

Everyone was full of confidence in Cheng Bochang. After all, seven years ago, the young Su Yunman was able to kill the first generation of super soldiers in the United States in seconds.

Now, the second-generation super soldier Andrew is much stronger than he was seven years ago, and his training videos look quite impressive.

But this time, China is facing the official top master, who is definitely much stronger than Su Yunman, who was just in her early twenties at the time.

This battle with the opponent is a sure win!

"Mr. Cheng, you must keep your mind steady when you go on stage, and try to fight with the opponent and delay time."

"With Andrew's fighting style, as long as he persists with the opponent for several rounds, he will definitely show a flaw."

"Then you can use the method we have researched to kill him with one blow and kick his lower abdomen!"

"Although this super soldier is indeed thick-skinned, even ordinary firearms can hardly cause him too much damage."

"But a kick containing the power of the Dan Jin Grandmaster can definitely penetrate his lower abdomen's defense and make Andrew lose everything!"

Behind one side of the Kunlun International Martial Arts Center in the capital, Cheng Bochang, with white hair and beard, sat on a stool.

Around him, several official martial arts masters were cheering him up and re-explaining the battle plan to prevent Cheng Bochang from losing his composure after he took the stage.

"Yes, Mr. Cheng."

"You must stay calm this time, defeat the super warrior of the beautiful country, and win glory for the country!"

"The leaders are all waiting for your triumphant return!"

The pot-bellied official Zhao Wangzheng also said on the side.

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. When he opened his mouth, Cheng Bochang, who had been calm, suddenly became short of breath and his eyes were wide open.

In the past week or so, Cheng Bochang and several old friends have repeatedly studied Andrew's training videos.

But the more they studied, the more frightened they were, and the more they studied, the more disappointed they were.

Cheng Bochang thought he had a 20% chance of winning before, but after studying, he found that it was very likely that he would not even have a 10% chance of winning.

In the end, he had no choice but to study the dirty tricks with his old friends.

See if he can break through the opponent's defense and win the final victory by hitting the lower abdomen of the super soldier of the United States.

However, if he competes in this way, even if Cheng Bochang wins in the end, he will definitely be despised by the world and lose his reputation.

And even if he has made plans in this regard, he may not be able to beat the opponent.

It is precisely because of this that Cheng Bochang is extremely angry at Zhao Wangzheng for pushing him to the edge of the cliff.

"Okay, Zhao Wangzheng, you should say less."

"Mr. Cheng, it's time to go on stage."

Someone saw that Cheng Bochang's face was not right, and quickly stood up to smooth things over.

"Humph!"

Cheng Bochang glared at Zhao Wangzheng fiercely, stood up, and strode towards the center of the venue.

But his old friends looked at his back and felt a sense of wind whistling and Yishui cold.

"Mr. Cheng Bochang, come out! He is indeed the best fighter in China. He is so handsome and strong even when he is old!"

"Mr. Cheng Bochang will win! You are the hero of China. You will beat the super warriors of the United States!"

"Revitalize China and enhance our national prestige! With Mr. Cheng Bochang here, the imperialism of the United States is just a paper tiger!"

"Hahaha! The United States is shooting itself in the foot this time. I know we will win when I see Mr. Cheng walking!"

"..."

The appearance of Cheng Bochang caused cheers from the audience at the Kunlun International Martial Arts Center in the capital, as if they had won.

But he never responded to the audience as he strode to the ring.

He just said nothing and looked stern, as if he agreed with everyone's words.

But in fact, Cheng Bochang's innerHeart, however, is full of sadness.

"Fuck, the super soldier of the United States has also come out, but this guy is too big, isn't he? He is at least two meters three!"

"Humph! Big size does not mean strong strength! This should be the first time you see a super soldier from the United States. Richard seven years ago was not much shorter, but he was killed by goddess Su Yunman in seconds?"

"The muscles of the super soldier are made of cotton, while the muscles of our China's top master are made of diamonds! Although there is a huge difference in their size, Andrew is definitely not good enough in front of Mr. Cheng Bochang!"

"Mr. Cheng will win! Win this game and promote our country's prestige! Let everyone in the world see how powerful our Chinese martial arts are!"

"..."

After China's top master Cheng Bochang stepped onto the ring, Andrew, the super soldier of the United States, also took action quickly.

Many young people were really frightened and worried about the huge size of the super soldier.

But soon, the audience around who had watched the match seven years ago began to comfort them, saying that being big does not mean being strong.

It was just because of the distance that everyone could not see clearly the old man Cheng Bochang standing in the center of the ring, and his face had completely turned black.

Watching the images of the American super warriors in videos and photos on weekdays is completely different from facing the American super warriors now.

The strong sense of oppression made Cheng Bochang feel like a mouse meeting a cat.

Even though he had repeatedly looked up to Andrew before, now when he was face to face, he realized that the other party should not have used his full strength in training.

Otherwise, his sixth sense, which he had trained for a long time in Chinese martial arts, would not give him such a fierce reminder.

'This time, I was tricked to death by that kid Zhao Wangzheng! '

Cheng Bochang cursed again in his heart!

But now that things have come to this, he can only do his best to fight.

I just hope that the dirty tricks I worked out with my old friends a few days ago can really come into play.

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