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Chapter 63 Not Simple (Part [-])

"Old Song, Lao Hu, what did you see?" The old man turned his head and looked at the other people behind him.

The two old men who were asked frowned and fell into deep thought.

"I can't see through."

Finally, Lao Hu smiled wryly.

Lao Song shook his head like the other two.

Seeing this scene, Nie Han'er couldn't help narrowing her eyes.

How can you watch it for so long with just a mouthful?

Are these old things not liars?

If they hadn't known that they were well-known and respected boxing masters, they would have been kicked out a long time ago.

"Continue!" The leading old man spoke again.

Nie Han'er nodded and started playing the video.

Time passed little by little.

It has long been different from the talking and laughing when they came in. Now the five people are concentrated and staring at the projection screen.

When Zhuang Xin defeated Pete with one kick, Lao Hu took a breath and said, "When I was in my prime, even if I were in his hands, I wouldn't be able to carry it back and forth."

Such a high reputation made the other four people's eyes widen.

Back then when the five dominated the world, this old Hu ranked third, and his strength was extraordinary.

How could he even say that?

"What... did you see?"

The other four gritted their teeth and asked.

"Look at his legs."

Everyone watched and frowned, but couldn't see why.

They didn't know what Lao Hu wanted them to see.

As a result, Lao Hu suddenly stretched out his hand and tapped the pause button: "It's here, look at this pose."

"Very stable, very accurate. You can't do it without 30 years of practice." Lao Song also spoke. He has always been proud of his leg skills, and he is most sensitive to this aspect.

It was immediately obvious what was unusual.

"That's right! With 30 years of skill, if you look at his age, he's in his twenties at most. In other words, he's a fighting genius, and he's a fighting genius who was taught based on our Chinese martial arts."

Chinese martial arts have been passed down through countless generations, but at their time, they are extremely weak and vulnerable.

Almost no effect can be seen.

One is Chinese martial arts, which takes a long time to lay the foundation, ranging from three to five years to seven or eight years.

Many people need to start practicing from an early age, otherwise it will be difficult to see results.

On the Internet, most so-called martial artists are half-baked.

In a real fight, there is no power at all.

But Zhuang Xin gave them a different feeling...

This is a talented fighter who has a strong Chinese foundation, added modern fighting, and a combination of boxing methods from many countries, and the most important thing is...

He is still Chinese!

"Miss Nie, come to us and watch this video, what is the meaning of it?"

Finally, Lao Hu couldn't bear it anymore and took a deep breath.

The other four also nodded.

Nie Han'er propped his chin with both hands, and glanced at the five people: "I invite the five of you here, just to let you help to see if this young man won this competition with real materials. Or, Pete Fake punches were made for money."

"Fake punch?"

Lao Song smiled and said seriously: "Miss Nie, I can tell you very responsibly that in this match, this Huaxia youth used his real ability to defeat the enemy with an open and honest move."

"Really?" Nie Han'er frowned and fell silent.

"Hmph, I dare to use my reputation as the vice president of the Wushu Association to gamble all the honors I have won in my life. I guarantee that this sentence is genuine! If Miss Nie Han'er still doesn't believe it, you can invite more There will never be a second possibility for people to appraise it!"

Although she didn't know Nie Han'er's intentions, she actually suspected that a young Huaxia genius was punching fake punches, which he couldn't tolerate.

If this spreads out, it will be scary.

At that time, when others hear that the wind is rain, even if they have a mouth, they will not be able to tell.

Nie Han'er looked at Lao Song who was resolute and his tone was much cooler. He parted his red lips, but couldn't speak a word.

Lao Song and the others cupped their hands and said, "Forget about the remuneration Miss Nie Han'er gave us. This time, seeing such a genius is enough to open our eyes! Farewell!"

"Yes! Farewell!"

A group of people turned around and left with a sneer, they didn't show any face to this county business woman, even if she was from the Nie family, she didn't look good at all.

Looking at this scene, Nie Han'er was also a little at a loss, wondering what went wrong with him?
When he came outside, Lao Song suddenly said, "This kid has a bit of our demeanor back then, but at this age, he has this level of strength. His talent is really beyond our reach."

"Yeah, I have a hunch that he might become... a lamp of Chinese martial arts, a guiding light..."

"Old Hu, I heard that your grandson is in the country of the United States. Although this little guy has good strength, but this time he will definitely attract a lot of attention! We can see the clue, and others can also see it. If there is no Help, I'm afraid... it will be difficult to go on smoothly!"

"Oh? Old Xu, are you loving talents? But you are right, this is obviously a rising star in China, and he must not be allowed to fall like this. I will arrange for my disciples to take care of him for a while." two."

"Also, I have a few disciples who are also in the country of America. At that time... if something goes wrong, as long as I give orders, they will not stand by and watch!"

"Haha! Since you are all prepared, I can't just watch, can't I? Don't forget, how much does it matter to me when I was in the United States?"

A group of old men laughed loudly, got into a car outside Qingcheng International, and drove away.

Nie Han'er was still in the conference room, staring at the screen on the computer.

Did he really use his strength to win this competition?

Why is the previous news so... mediocre?
With a gloomy face, she picked up the phone and called the subordinate who had investigated Zhuang Xin.

After a while, an old voice came from over there: "Miss, are you looking for me?"

"Uncle Wang, do you still remember that some time ago, I asked you to check someone?"

Of course, Uncle Wang remembered that this person was Nie Haner's fiancé. At that time, he tried his best to find out many things about Zhuang Xin when he was a child.

"Of course I remember. Miss, do you want me to send you the information and read it again?"

"No..." Nie Han'er said coldly, "Is there any information in your profile that Zhuang Xin can box?"

"Can box? Miss, are you joking? There is no such information in the investigation results."

"Hehe! Then tonight, take a good look at the latest WBC game, and tomorrow, give me an explanation."

"WBC? Miss... I see, I'll go and see it right away."

The voice on the other side was a little flustered.

After a while, Nie Han'er hung up the phone.

(End of this chapter)