Chapter 412: Let's Make This Quick
Xiao Ye looked at him. "Your Angel Association surely understands this principle better than I do. Go back and tell your superiors that this is my decision."
"Also, Hank is a new recruit I'm training, and I have high hopes for him. If anyone has a problem with that, they can come talk to me."
Xiao Ye's gaze grew colder. "You can get lost now."
The man in the suit wanted to say more, but Xiao Ye's gaze was so terrifying that he instinctively took a step back.
BANG!
The car door slammed shut, and the vehicle sped away.
He clenched his jaw. There was nothing else for it; he had to hurry back and report.
Meanwhile, Hank had arrived at the last dojo.
By now, a large crowd of spectators had followed him there.
Even more people had rushed over after seeing how popular the last video had become.
Most of them lived nearby, while others had hastily driven over, just managing to make it in time.
Hank stared straight ahead as he walked into the dojo.
Inside, all the martial artists were waiting, on high alert.
As a martial artist, Hank's ability to sense danger was stronger than an ordinary person's.
The moment he stepped through the door, he felt a sense of danger.
"You must be Hank, right?" one of the martial artists spoke up.
Hank nodded. "That's right. I am. Who's the strongest one here? I'm here to issue a challenge."
"I am." The martial artist took a step forward. "Come on. Let's make this quick."
Hank felt that something was off about his opponent's demeanor.
Normally, when facing a tough opponent, people react in one of two ways: first, with seriousness, and second, with fear.
Of course, if they were extremely self-confident, there could be a third reaction.
But the man before him didn't fit into any of these categories. He seemed to exude a sense of anticipation, but it wasn't an eagerness to fight. It was more like he was looking forward to watching a good show.
'But with so many people watching, they wouldn't dare pull any dirty tricks, would they?'
Hank took a deep breath. 'This is the last one. I have to win.'
He had just assumed his opening stance when his opponent charged.
He was about to raise his arm to block when a dagger suddenly shot out from his opponent's sleeve.
Hank's eyes widened. He spun around violently, dodging the blade by a hair's breadth.
But when he looked back, his opponent's sleeve looked no different than before. The crowd hadn't made a sound either; it seemed they hadn't noticed a thing.
Just as Hank was about to speak, his opponent closed in on him again.
He was prepared this time and dodged immediately.
Sure enough, the man had daggers hidden in both sleeves.
Not only that, but it seemed there was something attached to his elbows and knees as well, though it wasn't obvious from the outside.
Martial artists generally prefer to wear loose-fitting clothes. If the fabric was thick enough, it would indeed be hard to see anything hidden underneath.
His opponent was skilled. Even with Hank on high alert, the situation was still extremely dangerous.
Just then, the martial artist was in front of him, striking out with his palm.
Seeing the palm about to strike his chest, Hank had no choice but to drop to his knees to evade it.
The next second, he pulled out a pistol and shot his opponent in the leg!
If he kept fighting like this—unarmed and holding back against an opponent of equal skill—he would eventually be worn down and lose for sure!
The sudden appearance of the gun stunned everyone present.
"Wh-what's going on?"
"Damn, is Hank pulling out a gun because he was about to lose? What the hell is this, is he a sore loser?"
"He shot someone! Someone call the police, quick!"
The martial artist fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
Hank reacted quickly. As soon as the man was down, he ripped open his clothes!
Sure enough, there were devices on both of his wrists, mechanisms for a hidden weapon. With a slight flick, a dagger would emerge.
It was the same on his legs!
Only then did Hank speak. "This is why I fired!"
"Did you see that? He was trying to set me up!"
"Not only that, he was even trying to kill me! If I hadn't fired just now, that blade would have ended up in my chest!"
The crowd was aghast.
"My god, what are those things?"
"He was really trying to kill him, wasn't he? Using such dirty tricks because he couldn't win... it's disgusting!"
"I'm never coming to this dojo again. A warning to everyone, stay away! Otherwise, you might end up getting taught this kind of garbage!"
Immediately after, someone started chanting Hank's name.
"Hank!"
"Hank!"
"Hank!"
Even some members of the media saw what happened and immediately rushed over for an interview.
"Mr. Hank, you're so skilled. Do you have any plans to open your own dojo in the future?"
"Mr. Hank, why exactly are you challenging all these dojos?"
Hank stood up and faced the media. "Then let me explain why I've been challenging these dojos. It's to restore the good name of our Dragon Country's martial arts!"
"Many people misunderstand our Dragon Country's martial arts, thinking they're just for show. And many others have 'improved' them to the point where they're completely unrecognizable."
"What you've seen today is true Dragon Country martial arts. I hope you all seek out proper training. To any friends who love martial arts, you are welcome to come to the Dragon Country to learn and spar with us."
With that, Hank gave a slight smile and quickly left the dojo.
'My mission is complete. Now, on to the next one.'
Hank walked out of the dojo, planning to find a place to eat first.
He desperately needed to replenish his energy after that fight.
But just as he turned into a small alley, two men in black suddenly charged out from ahead!
Without a second thought, Hank turned and ran, simultaneously scanning for cover.
The two men had clearly received professional training; they were incredibly fast.
They didn't dare use guns, probably for fear of attracting attention. After all, Hank was a public figure now. It would be best to eliminate him quietly.
The two closed in on him at the same time, and in an instant, they were tangled in a brawl with Hank.
Hank was already low on stamina, and these two were about as skilled as he was.
In truth, besides having him promote Dragon Country's martial arts culture, there was another, more important reason Xiao Ye had Hank challenge the dojos.
Hank lacked combat experience. Not just a little, but a lot.
This method of fighting was enough to make him improve rapidly.
Suffering from his lack of experience, Hank soon found himself on the losing end.
He didn't notice that the fight was leading him deeper and deeper into the alley.
'If this keeps up, I'm going to die sooner or later!'
Hank gritted his teeth and pulled out his pistol again, but this time his opponents were prepared. One of them found an opening and kicked the gun from his hand!
With no other choice, he could only press his distress button.
The nearest subordinate was very close to Hank; his mission was to keep him under covert surveillance.
After receiving the signal, he immediately rushed over and discovered the fight in the alley.
The moment he joined the fray, the tide of the battle turned.
Seeing that their mission was now impossible, the two men in black simply turned and fled.