Gradually, the surrounding cheers died down.
Dojo Master Hu calmed down as well.
He raised his head and looked at Constable Zhao on the stage. "Everyone, Constable Zhao has defeated the champion, Lian Hu, and is now the new champion!"
"However, the purpose of this competition is to choose the best martial artist to be Minister Qiu's son-in-law. You can continue to challenge Constable Zhao until sunset!"
"If no one challenges him, Constable Zhao can get the marriage contract!"
The moment he said that, the brawny men below the stage looked at each other.
After discussing for a while, they shook their heads and left.
They had seen the fight between Constable Zhao and Lian Hu clearly.
Even though Constable Zhao's Heart-Piercing Fist was extremely despicable, it was still very powerful.
Even a ruthless character like Monument Smashing Fist Lian Hu was beaten to a pulp and begged for mercy.
Not to mention the rest of them.
For a moment, no one dared to challenge Constable Zhao.
"No one wants to challenge him anymore?"
Wang Ye sat on the roof and looked at everything in front of him. "Isn't this too easy?"
"If I had known, I would have learned some despicable martial arts from Priest Zhang."
"After this round of sparring, I might be able to win!"
At this moment, Wang Ye was gnashing his teeth with a playful look on his face.
"Mm, Old Money is too humble …"
When A 'Ji heard Wang Ye's words, he said, "With your usual shameless attitude and Daoist Zhang's despicable martial arts …"
"This is what it means to meet your match!"
"If you are willing to work hard and practice your inner strength for a few more years, you will be able to dominate the Jianghu!"
"You motherf * cker …"
Hearing that, Wang Ye's eyes widened.
He raised his hand and knocked Agy's head. "How am I shameless?"
"That's called Jianghu experience!"
"Do you think Jianghu is all about fighting and killing?
Jianghu is all about the ways of the world! "
At this moment, Wang Ye lectured with a serious face.
"Alright, stop fooling around!"
At this moment, Bai Luhan said, "Someone's on stage!"
As soon as he said that, Wang Ye and Agy perked up.
The two of them turned their heads and looked towards the arena.
Wang Ye and Agy couldn't help but be stunned when they saw it.
A figure slowly walked up the ring.
The figure was dressed in a pale yellow monk robe, and his face was full of wrinkles.
At first glance, he looked to be in his sixties or seventies.
The person who ascended the stage this time was actually an old monk!
"Good heavens … this competition is getting more and more ridiculous …"
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye opened his mouth and said, "Forget about the crooked melons and cracked dates in front …"
"That motherf * cking old monk even went up the stage!"
Constable Zhao was also dumbfounded by the old monk on the stage.
He looked up and sized up the old monk. He frowned and said, "Master, are you in the wrong place?"
"This is the arena for the Groom Contest. You're just a monk, what are you doing here?"
"Amitabha!"
Hearing that, the old monk softly chanted the name of Buddha and said, "This poor monk has been practicing Zen for a lifetime and finally realized that my mortal heart has not been severed. That's why I'm here to challenge you and ask for a beautiful wife to share the world with!"
As he spoke, the old monk let out a hearty laugh.
"But … you're already so old. If I'm not careful …"
Constable Zhao was also helpless. Encountering an old monk in the arena for the Groom Contest made him feel that it was inconceivable.
If the other party took a punch from him and fell down, wouldn't he be accused of bullying an old man?
"Hmph!"
Without waiting for Constable Zhao to finish speaking, the old monk snorted and said, "This arena doesn't have an age limit. Why can't this poor monk come?"
"Also, don't underestimate this poor monk!"
As he spoke, the old monk got into a horse stance and said seriously, "When Shaolin was still in the martial arts world, this poor monk was the number one monk protector of the temple!"
"Even if I'm slightly older, I'm still much stronger than a young boy like you!"
"This poor monk's Five Thunder Hand will show you the vastness and profoundness of Shaolin's martial arts!"
Shaolin's number one monk protector?
Hearing that, Wang Ye, who was on the roof, was confused.
Didn't he kill all the monks who protected the temple back then?
Even if there were one or two who were lucky enough to survive, they would at most be around his age. How could there be such an old monk protector?
Also, what the hell was the Five Thunder Hand?
Did Shaolin have this kind of martial arts?
Where did this old bald donkey come from?
While Wang Ye was confused, Constable Zhao looked at Dojo Master Hu and asked, "Dojo Master Hu, can we fight?"
"There's indeed no age limit in the arena …"
Seeing Constable Zhao's gaze, Dojo Master Hu scratched his head and said, "If it's time to fight, then let's fight …"
"Who knows, maybe he really has an absolute art?"
Hearing Dojo Master Hu's words, Constable Zhao took a deep breath.
He cupped his fists at the old monk in front of him and said, "I'm Constable Zhao Mingchuan from the Jinling government office. I'd like to learn from you!"
Seeing Constable Zhao bow, the old monk put his palms together and chanted a Buddhist chant.
Then, he took an ugly stance and said seriously, "Shaolin's number one monk protector, Shikong!"
"You're still young and don't have enough skills. If I attack, you won't have a chance to fight back. If that happens, I'm afraid others will criticize me for bullying you."
"Since that's the case, I'll let you attack first!"
"Today, I'll let you know the Five Thunder Hand's four types of inner strength: Swift, Fierce, Hard, and Fierce!"
After saying that, the old monk even took a very ugly posture.
However, just as the old monk took his stance, Constable Zhao rushed over with all his might.
His hand was as fast as lightning as he threw a straight punch.
After all, the old monk was old. Constable Zhao couldn't bear to use the Heart Piercing Fist on him.
"Good!"
At this moment, Master Hu exclaimed and explained, "Constable Zhao knows that his opponent is Shaolin's number one monk protector, so he doesn't dare to be careless. He took the initiative to attack and threw a straight punch at Great Master Shikong's face …"
"Great Master Shikong still doesn't move in the face of such a punch."
"Could it be that his skills are too profound and Constable Zhao's fist technique doesn't catch his eye?"
Good!
Following Master Hu's explanation, thunderous cheers sounded from around the arena.
It was a fight, so it was more interesting when an expert went up on stage.
Hearing Dojo Master Hu's explanation, the old monk smiled faintly and dodged Constable Zhao's straightforward punch.
He was just about to say something.
However, Constable Zhao's foot suddenly moved, and his leg suddenly swept out.
This was the basic leg technique of public martial arts, Sweeping Wind Sweeping Snow.
At this moment, the old monk dodged Constable Zhao's punch and was caught off guard by Constable Zhao's Sweeping Wind Sweeping Snow.
Instantly, the old monk was swept down by Constable Zhao's kick and fell to the ground!
For a moment, the arena was so silent that one could hear a pin drop!