"It looks good. Can you look good in this outfit?" Zheng Wen blinked.

Tang Xiaobao said seriously, "I'm here for a martial arts competition, not a fashion show. Besides, martial arts competitions rely on strength, so what you wear doesn't matter!"

Zheng Wen was stunned and whispered, "Hey, you're really good at talking. Remember, if you can't win, surrender in time. I'm the referee!"

Tang Xiaobao rolled his eyes.

Damn, is there no one who is optimistic about Mr. Tang?

"Come on, this is the competition agreement. If you all agree on it, it will have legal effect. Accidents are inevitable during the competition. As long as there is no disability or loss of life, no one can cause trouble to the other party. Also, if I tell you to stop, you must stop. Do you understand?" Zheng Wen took out an agreement in duplicate.

Tang Xiaobao signed his name quickly.

This thing is very important. I can’t let others blackmail me for money later!

Zhang Chu originally didn't plan to sign, as he felt it was meaningless. But since Tang Xiaobao had already signed, he didn't want to waste time and quickly signed the two big words "Zhang Xiong".

"Okay, the competition officially begins!" Zheng Wen stepped aside and prepared for battle.

This was the first time she had been a referee in her life, but unfortunately, she knew nothing about the rules.

Tang Xiaobao and Zhang Chu stood facing each other, only three meters apart.

Then, you two looked at each other, neither of us moved.

"Hit, hit, hit quickly!"

"Zhang Xiong, beat him!"

"Tang Xiaobao, be careful!"

"Tang Xiaobao, take the initiative to attack. Offense is the best defense!"

"Don't be impatient. Strike back and strike back. Tai Chi emphasizes that if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. Use stillness to control movement!"

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