I am the king of fighting!

Chapter 45 Invitation Letter
One day later, at Summer Hotel.

As the residence of one of the championship candidates, the Japanese monk Rei, this cheap hotel had become an important location for reporters from major newspapers and radio stations before the semi-finals began. After Rei easily obtained a ticket to the finals, the area became even more lively.

Even though it is not necessary for fighters to be admired by ordinary people, it can definitely bring a lot of benefits. The enthusiasm for fighting is essentially a respect and yearning for the strong. The difficult entry is still enough to stop most people, but this does not hinder their love for fighting. Over the years, fans and reporters have fully mastered the measure of peeping at fighters——

Just linger on the side and never go in.

No matter how lively it is outside, no one would point a camera at the inside of the hotel and take random photos, and no one would rush in to fanatically chase stars. These are not celebrities, and offending a fighter could result in death. Therefore, the inside of the hotel is very quiet, so quiet that even Lin Xi's slight footsteps can be heard clearly.

The door opened with a creak. A Japanese monk named Lie, who was wearing a white monk's robe and a black vest and had a tough look and thick eyebrows, walked out of the room. When he saw Lin Xi, he put his hands together and bowed, and said in standard Mandarin: "I am Lie, the successor of the Japanese Shaolin Temple boxing. I am honored to meet you."

The so-called Japanese Shaolin Kung Fu was passed down from the Shaolin Temple in Songshan. It has two factions, hard and soft. It emphasizes turning hard into soft, defending the main and attacking the subordinate. It belongs to the most orthodox Chinese martial arts inheritance, and pays great attention to martial ethics. Until now, the Shaolin Temple in Songshan is still recognized as the ancestral temple.

Most of the highly skilled monks in Japanese Shaolin Kung Fu have a deep understanding of and respect for Chinese culture. To put it bluntly, they are Chinese in spirit.

"Master, you are polite." Lin Xi returned the courtesy and then took the initiative to ask, "I may not be able to participate in the finals. Do you want to play a game?"

"Your injury has not yet healed, how about I lend a hand?" Although Lie looks like Lu Zhishen, his tone and expression give people the feeling of Tang Monk.

Lin Xi wasn't polite either. He took a bow stance, broke through the air with his palm, and delivered a regular move, intending to take the initiative rather than seize the initiative. However, his opponent's ordinary horizontal palm push was like hitting a mountain, and the force was completely reflected back, which means that he didn't use any force, otherwise he would have been pushed away.

In the cramped environment, the two men fought back and forth, punching and kicking each other, the dull sound hardly attracted the attention of other tenants and waiters.

‘So strong. ’

Lin Xi attacked more than he defended, but gradually he was unable to do so. Even though he had used his unique secret skills, he still could not shake his opponent. Apart from other things, the authentic Shaolin boxing technique had a very solid foundation. The energy flowed through his whole body, and he consumed two or three times as much energy as him with every move. But now the other party was still not blushing or out of breath, and it seemed that he would not feel anything even if they fought for another half an hour.

"I lost." He retracted his moves and retreated. He couldn't even hit the mark of the Chaos Finger, and he didn't use his special move to show off. To be honest, the gap was too big, and he felt quite frustrated, especially after he won many battles with the help of the golden finger, the arrogance in his heart was extinguished at once.

But he had no reason to be discouraged. The opponent was 20 or 30 years older than him, so it was reasonable for him to have such strength. However, there was one very interesting thing -

The opponent's fists were filled with non-competitiveness, which meant he had no desire to win or lose. Why would such a monk, who was said to be well versed in Buddhism, want to participate in a fighting tournament?
"Good, good." Lie seemed to see through Lin Xi's doubts and took the initiative to say, "As a monk, I shouldn't be brave and aggressive, but at the request of an old friend, I am competing for the championship of the Hong Kong Fighting Tournament just for an invitation."

He was not a riddle man, so after considering his words, he said directly, "Sagat, who is known as the Street Fighter and Muay Thai King in Thailand, is planning to host the Street Fighter Fighting Tournament next year. His disciple Atun is participating in the Hong Kong Fighting Tournament specifically to send out invitations. The champion of the Hong Kong Fighting Tournament can participate in the quarterfinals of the Street Fighter Fighting Tournament through the invitation."

Street Fighter invitation? The first Street Fighter fighting tournament? Why would such a high-ranking monk want to participate?
Lin Xi's doubts were not resolved, but deepened instead.

Lie did not intend to explain, but just said with emotion: "Your fighting skills have already gone beyond the boundaries of Eagle Claw Kung Fu. Iron Finger Chen, one of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong in the past, was extremely talented. He became a fighter with only the fragments of Eagle Claw Kung Fu. After his disciples and relatives came to Hong Kong Island, you are the first one to make a breakthrough." "But it's a pity." He changed the subject, "You seem to be too obsessed with killing, pushing your own skills to the extreme. Too much rigidity will easily break. I hope you can understand the truth."

Lin Xi pursed his lips. Of course he knew that just pursuing skills and lethality would not do any good for either fighting or himself. In the final analysis, he still had to consolidate his basics and take a relatively orthodox approach to becoming stronger. Otherwise, a fighting system that was too pleasing would definitely suffer a great loss.

There is no other way now!

Lie lightly brushed off the topic and said, "If you ever go to Japan, you can come to Yuyan Island to find me."

"Thank you, Master." Lin Xi clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Street Fighter Fighting Tournament?
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Another day, in the cemetery, in front of Liang Xuemao’s tomb.

Lin Xi put the flowers away, stood up straight, and stared at the smiling photo on the tombstone. Her expression changed slightly, but she soon regained her composure.

No matter how much you carry, life always moves forward.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Chunli soon appeared in the field of vision. She said in a deep voice: "Mr. Lin Xi, do you want to cooperate with us Interpol to eliminate Ying Luo?"

Lin Xi passed by her without saying a word. After learning the truth, it made no sense for him to take revenge on Ying Luo.

The root cause of the fire in Dongping Prefecture that year was the greed of some people. Ying Luo only provided a little help, and the ones who actually did the work were not Ying Luo soldiers, but fighters hired by those people. As a coincidence, his enemy Jin Ya Bing had already died in his hands.

As for other enemies? He was not going to take the hatred with him. Before leaving, he would solve everything by himself, rather than through such a meaningless method as bringing them to justice.

Chun Li watched Lin Xi leave and couldn't help but sigh. The other person had a more miserable life than hers. At this moment, no matter what she wanted to say, it seemed not to comfort her, but to mock her.

I hope you won't make too much noise...

Like Hong Hu, this flower of Interpol also chose to turn a blind eye.

There is one more chapter to be posted in the evening. I have something else to do and I can’t write today. I will go back to write in the evening…

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(End of this chapter)