System Makes Me Super Star

The so-called heirs of China's top ten martial arts, they jumped out one after another, determined to fight against Marlowe Oliver.    

However …    

Marlowe Oliver responded to these voices online.    

He only said one thing,    

"ComeOn, yellowdog!"    

This sentence angered all of the Chinese netizens. They all scolded and scolded Marlowe Oliver for his actions.    

"You f * cking floated, you actually dared to call us yellow dogs."    

"Marlowe Oliver, fuck you!" Brothers, attack, overturn this foreigner. "    

"Don't you think boxing is awesome? Come on. There will be a martial arts master in China who will deal with you. "    

"A challenge!" "No longer afraid."    

And so …    

A great battle began.    

The first to accept the challenge was the successor of the Southern Fist Skill, Li Mu. He and Marlowe Oliver decided to stay in the Yanjing's gymnasium.    

At that time …    

The audience that came to watch this match numbered tens of thousands.    

The local media even gave a live broadcast and an explanation of the competition.    

Li Mu was wearing a Daoist robe and looked to be about fifty years old. He looked like a sage.    

At first glance, it was similar to the Chinese understanding of martial arts masters.    

"Look, what do you mean by a true martial arts master? This is it!"    

"That's right, he's got such a f * cking temperament. He's so stable."    

"Look at that foreigner's disdainful look, can we really lose this round?"    

"We are lost!" "Marlowe Oliver wants you to be arrogant and see how our Southern Chinese Fist Art will crush you."    

"Three moves, I think three moves will be enough to take down Marlowe Oliver."    

Marlowe Oliver looked at Li Mu. Seeing Li Mu walking away in the air, he couldn't help but shake his head and say,    

"You are too weak!"    

Li Mu clenched his fists, "foreigner, this time I will let you see the power of our Southern China Fist!"    

Ding dang!    

The moment the drum sounded, a great battle was about to break out.    

Li Mu immediately got ready for battle. He probed left and right, while Marlowe Oliver, on the other hand, hooked his finger at Li Mu with a disdainful expression.    

"Come on, come and hit me."    

Li Mu made his move!    

"Ah!" "Look at this!    

Boom!    

The next moment, just when everyone thought that Li Mu would be able to defeat Marlowe Oliver with one punch …    

He was knocked to the ground by a punch from Marlowe Oliver.    

Marlowe Oliver punched Li Mu's face until Li Mu cried out in pain.    

Finally …    

Li Mu could not bear the pain and shouted loudly.    

"I surrender, I surrender!"    

Finally …    

The originally sage-like Li Mu was beaten black and blue, and even a few of his teeth fell out.    

This scene stupefied all of the audience.    

"This... This is the successor of South Fist!? actually got knocked down by a single punch from Marlowe Oliver? "    

"Holy shit, the successor of the Southern Fist Art is this kind of trash?"    

"I'm so shocked, this is just like a fucking punch."    

"No wonder foreigners are mocking the Chinese Martial Arts. Is the Chinese Martial Arts really lonely?"    

Marlowe Oliver laughed out loud. He laughed towards the camera,    

"Those who are unconvinced, you can continue your challenge!"    

"I'll take it all!"    

"I want to let your Chinese know, the Chinese Martial Arts is just a spicy chicken!"    

"No one can beat me!"    

Over the next few days, Marlowe Oliver was challenged by several martial arts masters.    

Among them, the weaker one got beaten up by Marlowe Oliver, while the stronger one was able to fight Marlowe Oliver for a few rounds.    

However …    

In the end, they all lost.    

"I surrender, stop fighting!"    

"While your skills are inferior, I believe that there will be someone who will defeat you."    

"The Chinese Martial Arts is definitely not as simple as that. True experts have not appeared yet."