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"Unlicensed Rider, no, senior! My sect has encountered an emergency, and I must return immediately. There is no way I can participate in this martial arts tournament."

A deep sense of regret flickered in his eyes, but that regret was quickly replaced by a feeling of relief.

He made his choice and firmly believes it was the right one.

He took out his competition credentials and registration form from his pocket and handed them to the unlicensed rider with both hands.

"These are the qualification certificates for the Martial Arts Tournament. Since I, Guilong, cannot attend, the seats at 'Liefeng Hall' are now vacant. May I ask your presence...?"

The unlicensed rider was shocked and quickly waved his hands, saying, "How can this be! This is your match, how can I..."

"No, you can!" Guilong's eyes were burning and firm as he stared directly into Mumen Rider's eyes.

"Perhaps this is fate! Heaven wants to take this opportunity to let Mr. KING's simple and genuine martial arts shine its due light in front of the world!"

He stepped forward, his tone even more earnest: "I observed that your display of Mr. King's unique skills, though still somewhat raw, reveals a martial arts essence that far surpasses mine!"

"The martial arts tournament is full of experts, this is the best opportunity to hone your skills, please do not refuse!"

"But I..."

"Please do me a favor!" Guilong's tone was pleading. "I am already extremely regretful that I cannot participate in the competition."

"If this spot is wasted, I will be even more anxious and unable to eat or sleep."

At this point, Guilong let out a long, heavy sigh, making the consequences sound extremely serious.

"You carry on the legacy of Mr. KING and possess the heart of a chivalrous knight. How can you be bound by strength?"

Please accept!

As soon as he finished speaking, Guilong gave Mumen Rider no time to think and took a step forward.

Then he stood with his legs together, bowed ninety degrees to him, and kept his hands outstretched, as if he wouldn't get up unless the unlicensed knight agreed.

The unlicensed rider was speechless after hearing his words.

He looked at Guilong's anxious expression, then at the competition credentials that had been forcibly shoved into his hand, and was caught in a dilemma.

Refusing would make him seem too heartless; agreeing, however, would make him look bad in front of Mr. King.

Guilong noticed his hesitation and said in a deep voice, "Sir, you don't need to feel pressured. Mr. King's martial arts emphasize returning to simplicity and the essence of combat."

"All you need to do is fight like you did with the monster!"

"I believe this will also be an excellent opportunity for you to cultivate yourself!"

Having said that, he gave the unlicensed rider no chance to refuse, bowing deeply to him once more, his voice booming:

"May your martial arts prosper! Farewell!"

Before he finished speaking, Guilong turned around, unleashed his movement technique, and sped away into the distance without looking back, his figure quickly disappearing into the city skyline.

All that remained was the unlicensed rider, covered in wounds and filled with confusion, standing there blankly.

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Back to the present, inside the arena.

"what the hell?"

Lin Mo was still reeling from the shock he had just experienced.

He had just taken a sip of juice when he almost spat it out when he saw that familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the stage.

"Hey, that guy called Guilong, he looks so weak." A spectator next to him pointed at the ring, his tone full of undisguised disappointment. "I thought he was some kind of expert."

"The name is quite scary, 'Ghost Dragon'? But the person in question looks like an office worker who just got off work. Did he come to the wrong place?" another audience member complained.

"Perhaps it's because true masters are unassuming? Many martial artists like to play dumb to outsmart their opponents."

"Come on, look at his small frame, he'd fall over in a gust of wind. I bet he won't last three minutes."

Just as the audience was discussing this, a golden light flashed in the mechanical eyes of Genos, who was standing next to Lin Mo.

"Data analysis complete," he objectively commented.

"Target 'Girl Dragon' has a muscle density below the average martial artist level, and his physical stats are unremarkable."

"Compared to their opponent Gatlinger, they are lagging behind in every aspect, and logically, their chances of winning are less than 3%."

Lin Mo turned to look at Genos with an incredulous expression.

No... dude, Mumen Rider just changed his clothes and took off his glasses, and you can't recognize him?

What kind of cyborg are you?

Did you buy your scanner from Pinduoduo for 9.9 yuan with free shipping?!

"Is there a problem, Mr. King?" Genos noticed Lin Mo's gaze, turned around with a puzzled look, and looked at Lin Mo with his utmost sincerity.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing." Lin Mo quickly came back to his senses, waved his hand, and swallowed back his complaints.

But why is Mumen Rider here? And why is he impersonating Kiryu?

So, who is Guilong?

Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it now.

Lin Mo's gaze refocused on the somewhat lonely figure on the arena.

He watched the unlicensed rider nervously fidget with his hands and feet, and watched him take deep breaths trying to calm himself down.

For some reason, a strange feeling welled up in Lin Mo's heart.

I've been teaching him the [KING Style Secret Technique - Martial Arts] for a while now, and I don't know how much he's grasped or how much power he can unleash.

It gives me a strange feeling of nurturing someone...

Lin Mo subconsciously sat up straight, rested his elbows on his knees, clasped his hands together, and focused his eyes with unprecedented concentration.

Come on, Mumen Rider.

Let me see what kind of brilliance you will unleash.

Chapter 133 Grandpa Baoshan

On the arena, the bell to start the match had already rung.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” Gatlinger, the meat grinder, looked at the unlicensed rider with disdain and flicked his nose with his thumb.

"Did you come to the wrong place? You little punk dare to call yourself 'Ghost Dragon'? If you know what's good for you, get out of here, or I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you!"

Before he finished speaking, the mockery that had been brewing in the audience erupted instantly.

"Where did this clown come from? Get off here! Don't waste our time!" a spectator shouted.

"I bet he won't last ten seconds! No, five seconds! Gatlinger could turn him into mincemeat with one punch!" The person next to him immediately chimed in.

"Look at his physique, 'Ghost Dragon'? I think 'Ghost' would be more appropriate. He'd fall apart if you touched him!"

Boos and insults relentlessly pounded on the unlicensed motorcyclist.

These voices seemed to transform into tangible arrows, attempting to crush his fighting spirit.

But he, the unlicensed rider, was already used to this kind of scene.

Faced with overwhelming ridicule and pressure, Mumen Rider slowly closed his eyes, shutting out all the disturbances from the outside world.

He took a deep breath, recalling the scene of himself alone, imitating the diagrams in the manual.

Sweat soaked through my clothes, my muscles ached terribly, I fell and got up countless times, I doubted myself and got back up again countless times.

Mr. King's words seemed to echo in my ears again:

"True strength does not come from how much power you possess, but from how much you are willing to protect with that power."

Protect...yes, protect justice, protect the weak, protect...those who pursue justice!

His clenched fists loosened slightly, and the tension in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented firmness and calmness.

He stood with his feet slightly apart, lowered his center of gravity, and assumed an incredibly solid horse stance.

This posture is the basic starting stance of the [KING Style Secret Techniques - Martial Arts] that he has practiced thousands of times - "Immovable as a Mountain".

Lin Mo's eyes narrowed; he could sense that the Unlicensed Rider's entire aura had changed.

No longer just an ordinary person with courage and a sense of justice, but like a rock, rooted firmly in the earth.

"Pretending!"

Gatling roared, his massive body charging forward like a tank, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, whipping around with a fierce wind, aimed straight for the face of the unlicensed rider.

Faced with this fierce attack, the unlicensed rider did not dodge.

His body shifted slightly to the side with a wonderful rhythm, his footwork changing just right to evade the opponent's punch.

At the same time, his palm slid down the other person's arm, gently guiding and touching it.

This is precisely the method of deflecting force in the essence of Tai Chi!

Gatling felt as if his seemingly sure-fire punch had landed on cotton; the immense force was instantly deflected by a clever trick, causing him to stumble and reveal a huge opening.

A glint flashed in the eyes of the unlicensed rider. He stepped forward and delivered a seemingly ordinary straight punch, which landed precisely on Gatlinger's ribs.

The power of this punch wasn't earth-shattering, but the timing, angle, and penetrating force were all exquisite!

Gatlinger let out a painful groan, his massive body staggered backward from the punch, clutching his ribs, his face filled with disbelief.

The whole place was in an uproar!

"Beautiful!" Lin Mo couldn't help but cheer in his heart.

He could clearly see that Mumen Rider's strength and speed had improved, but the increase was not significant.

However, his understanding and application of "martial arts" have already reached a high level.

It seems that he has indeed studied the manual diligently, and through day after day of hard practice, he has integrated the most basic footwork, force release, and force generation techniques into his very being.

This is the true spirit of martial arts! It's not about brute force, but about fighting with wisdom and skill!

"Huh, this guy called Guilong... seems to actually have some skill. That move just now was so clever!"

One of the audience members who had been laughing at them earlier rubbed his eyes in surprise.

“You know what, you really don’t know,” another middle-aged audience member, whose demeanor was more composed and who looked like he was a martial arts expert, stroked his chin, his eyes sparkling with admiration.