With the promise of the President secured, the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association felt much more at ease. He thought that as long as he didn't provoke that little girl, the President would bring people over in a couple of days.
While the Osaka Martial Arts Association was holding its meeting, Xiaoming and his group had finished lunch and ambled up to the front of another dojo.
Seeing them arrive, the dojo quickly shut its doors and locked them, with all the students and instructors fleeing.
Looking at the locked door, Meiling said dejectedly, "We can't fight. They all ran away."
"How about we set it on fire? Burn down their dojo," Xiaoming suggested.
The tour guide, frightened, quickly stepped forward to stop him, "Brother Xiaoming, no, don't set fires. We're here for tourism, not as invading devils."
"In movies, they set fires when they don't see anyone. That's the habit of islanders," Xiaoming said.
"Brother Xiaoming, China and the island nation are friendly neighbors now, separated by a narrow strip of water. What's shown in movies is all in the past. The past is the past," the tour guide began to persuade him.
Meiling shook her head and said, "How can the past just be the past? In the past, we couldn't beat them, and they bullied us. Now we're strong, and they're friendly neighbors. What kind of logic is that?"
Elder Xiao, hearing their increasingly absurd conversation, said, "Alright, let's not talk about things that don't concern us. Since no one is here, let's go to the next dojo."
To Xiaoming and his group's frustration, they visited five more dojos in a row, only to find that as soon as they appeared, the people inside would close up shop and run away, not daring to fight them.
Meiling said angrily, "No more fighting. Let's not go to any more dojos. Isn't there a Martial Arts Association in Osaka? Let's just smash the Martial Arts Association."
Ye Mei chuckled and said, "Okay, I support this. If we're going to play, let's play big, otherwise, the powerful martial artists of Osaka won't show up."
Before Xiaoming and his group could reach the Martial Arts Association, the President, along with a group of dojo masters, intercepted them on the street.
A group of dojo masters, all wearing gis and black belts, glared menacingly at Xiaoming and his group.
Meiling stepped forward nonchalantly and said, "Are you all here to challenge me? Great, do you want to come at me all at once, or one by one?"
The President of the Martial Arts Association, standing at the forefront, looked at Meiling and said, "You are underage. It would be bullying if I fought you. I won't fight you."
Meiling smiled helplessly and looked back at the others, "They say I'm too young. Who among you will fight?"
"I will," Luo Tianshui stepped forward, saying.
The President of the Martial Arts Association waved his hand and said, "Too young. Fighting you would be bullying. Bring me an elder."
Everyone's gaze fell upon the elderly couple and Elder Xiao.
The elderly couple initially didn't want to smash dojos with Xiaoming and his group. Later, after smashing a few and being roused by Meiling, they happily joined Xiaoming and his group, even cheering for Meiling from time to time.
Now, hearing someone wanting to challenge an elder, the couple quickly hid behind Elder Xiao.
Elder Xiao looked at the dojo masters with an innocent expression and said, "I'm an old man who rarely fights. We are all civilized people. It's better if we sit down and discuss things."
Seeing Elder Xiao falter slightly, the President smiled and said, "You are the oldest among these people, and your strength should be the highest. I challenge you. If I defeat you, you will all get out of China and go back."
Elder Xiao sighed and said, "You are right. Among these people, my strength is indeed the highest. Do you really want to challenge me?"
Seeing that Elder Xiao was not panicking at all, the President thought to himself, did I choose the wrong person? Is he really the strongest?
While the President hesitated, Xiaoming stepped forward and said, "How about I do it? You're an old man, and if anything happens to you, I won't be able to explain it when we get back."
Xiaoming's words made the President feel much more at ease. He said, "Fine, I will challenge you. If you lose, you will all get out of China."
"What if you lose?" Elder Xiao asked.
The President didn't think much about it and replied, "If I lose, you can do as you please."
Osaka was a city where martial arts were prevalent, with numerous dojos and martial artists. Therefore, the President of the Martial Arts Association held great prestige.
Passersby, seeing the President of the Martial Arts Association and a group of dojo masters confronting Chinese people, stopped to watch.
The crowd grew, soon blocking traffic, and news reporters and various influencers crowded around, starting live broadcasts.
Seeing that Elder Xiao had agreed to the match, the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association began to feel secretly smug, thinking that after defeating this old man, his reputation would surely grow even greater.
Elder Xiao stepped forward, raised one hand, chanted a Daoist incantation, and said, "Old man, I've warned you. Don't blame me if you get beaten."
"If you want to fight, fight. What's with all the nonsense?" the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association said arrogantly.
Xiaoming and his group smiled and stood aside to watch the spectacle. The outcome of this match was already decided before it even began. Daring to challenge a Heavenly Realm expert was essentially seeking death.
To gain the initiative, the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association bowed to Elder Xiao, let out a roar, and launched a spinning kick, attacking Elder Xiao.
As soon as the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association made his move, Elder Xiao could tell that his strength had not yet reached the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm, and among the peak Earth Realm experts, he was not the strongest.
Elder Xiao dodged more than ten attacks from the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association consecutively. The news reporters and influencers began to praise the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association.
Seeing Elder Xiao repeatedly dodge, the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association became more arrogant, and his attack speed increased.
After dozens more exchanges, all of which Elder Xiao dodged, Xiaoming said, "Elder Xiao, beat him up."
The elderly couple had always thought Elder Xiao's name was Xiao Daochang. Hearing Xiaoming address him so casually, they were somewhat displeased.
"Young man, you shouldn't call elders by their names. You should use a term of respect," the old man said.
Xiaoming glared at the elderly couple and said, "Mind your own business. Elder Xiao likes to be called that."
The old man looked at Elder Xiao, who was still dodging attacks, and said, "Philosophers are indeed different. It seems Professor Xiao has achieved great enlightenment and understood the true meaning of philosophy."
After dodging for dozens of moves, the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association said, "Fight back, old sir."
Elder Xiao nodded and said, "You asked me to fight back."
The President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association leaped forward with a kick towards Elder Xiao, shouting at the same time, "Yes, I told you to fight back."
While the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association was still in mid-air, Elder Xiao raised his leg and kicked his back.
With a bang, the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association was sent flying like a soccer ball towards the group of dojo masters.
The dojo masters scattered, and with another bang, the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association crashed heavily onto the ground.
"I'm angry. I'm going to deliver a heavy blow."
The President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association got up and charged towards Elder Xiao, roaring loudly.
With another kick, the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association, before he could even figure out how Elder Xiao moved, was sent flying again.
He crashed into the crowd once more, and the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association felt something was wrong. He had been sent flying inexplicably, without even seeing how the old man had moved.
Now trapped, the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association got up again, preparing to charge one more time, when Elder Xiao suddenly appeared before him.
A series of slapping sounds echoed. No one could see how Elder Xiao delivered the slaps, but the President of the Osaka Martial Arts Association's head instantly swelled like a pig's head.