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Practical combat?

After hearing the Pope's words, Xu Taiping was stunned for a moment. Then, Xu Taiping smiled and said, "Of course, the most fundamental purpose of martial arts is to fight with people. Therefore, if you want to see the actual battle, I can immediately organize people to fight with people under your command. However, there will inevitably be wins and losses in battle. Although you are a distinguished guest, I will not let my subordinates retain anything. I hope that if my people win your subordinates at that time, don't mind."

"Of course I can't do this, and our Holy See is not someone who can't afford to lose." The Pope smiled.

"Then I will arrange personnel immediately, but, His Majesty the Pope, we should arrange for people to discuss, and we should arrange for those with similar combat capabilities, right? Otherwise, if you just let Mr. God of War come out, I'm afraid there are not many people in the entire Chinese Martial Arts Association who can fight with Mr. God of War!" Xu Taiping said.

The God of War glanced at Xu Taiping and pulled the corner of his mouth slightly.

"That's right, since it's a competition, it should be based on the same strength. We can arrange for people with no more than 300 combat power to compete!" said the Pope.

"Okay!" Xu Taiping nodded, then turned around and ordered Zhou Weidao, and Zhou Weidao immediately set about making arrangements.

Not long after, the people from the Holy See and the people from the Chinese Martial Arts Association started to compete in the martial arts performance venue.

This is a real discussion, and no one cares about winning or losing, so the atmosphere on the scene was harmonious. However, in the end, the Chinese Martial Arts Association slightly overwhelmed the Holy See with a total score of three wins and two losses.

Xu Taiping was quite satisfied with this result. After all, China is a great martial arts country. With the same combat power, Chinese warriors are generally stronger than foreign warriors. They think that many Chinese warriors know martial arts, and martial arts can often allow a person to exert stronger combat power.

Originally, the Pope was about to set off for the capital after the competition, but just as Xu Taiping was about to accompany the Pope to leave, the Pope suddenly said in front of everyone, "Mr. Xu, today my Vatican lost two or three, which is considered to be a loss to you. Why not do this? Let's fight another game, which can be considered as giving our Vatican a chance to draw. How about it?"

"Haha, His Majesty the Pope doesn't need to do this, just treat it as a three-to-three draw!" Xu Taiping said with a smile.

"I just hope to have another fight," the pope said seriously.

Seeing the Pope's expression so serious, Xu Taiping could only nod and said, "That's OK. I wonder who His Majesty the Pope will arrange for this time?"

"This time, let me and Mr. Xu come." The Pope said.

"You and me?" Xu Taiping was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "His Majesty Pope, are you kidding?"

"No, no, no." The pope shook his head with a smile, "I have always been a fan of Chinese martial arts. I also studied Chinese martial arts when I was young. My greatest wish in my life is to drink Chinese martial arts to compete with each other. Among Chinese martial arts, the most representative and strongest one is Mr. Xu. Therefore, I hope Mr. Xu can give me some advice and discuss with me."

"No, Your Majesty the Pope!" A leader next to him said quickly, "You have a noble status, and... your age is much older than Taiping. Taiping is a divine warrior. If someone accidentally takes action and fails to control the injury to you, it will be a great sin."

"Are you worried about my body? Don't worry, my body is in good health." The Pope smiled and suddenly pested the magical staff in his hand to the ground.

Clam!

With a crisp sound, the whole ground trembled.

All the people in China looked at the Pope in horror.

They had never heard of the Pope as a master. The power of his pest was extremely powerful with his divine staff on the ground, which ordinary warriors might not be able to do.

Seeing the pope performing like this, Xu Taiping didn't know what the pope meant. This guy must have suspected that he was a blood wolf, so he took the initiative to make an appointment. No wonder this guy wanted to visit the Chinese Martial Arts Association. It seems that his ultimate goal is to have a fight with him. If there is no such prelude and the pope rashly proposes to fight with him, it will really cause a lot of speculation and unnecessary trouble. After all, the identity of the pope and Xu Taiping are there. Now, the Holy See has two wins and three losses in the previous competition. Now that the Pope proposes that he plays with Xu Taiping, it will make sense in logic.

Xu Taiping fought with the Pope. The Pope himself had average combat power, but if he used a scepter, it was still very awesome. At least Xu Taiping used the third level of bleeding force to be his opponent. The Pope should want to judge whether he was the blood wolf he had fought with before through the fighting method and the feel of the battle in the battle. Once he fought with the Pope, Xu Taiping really couldn't guarantee that he could hide himself perfectly. After all, the Pope is very strong. The stronger the person, the harder it is to hide when facing him.

However, the Pope's abacus is destined to fail.

Xu Taiping smiled secretly in his heart, then showed a helpless expression on his face and said, "His Majesty Pope, I really hope to be able to discuss with you, but... the conditions do not allow it."

"Do you look down on me?" asked the Pope.

The Pope's words made the atmosphere suddenly tense. After all, this is the most powerful man in the world. He can easily command billions of believers around the world. This is not a joke. Even the president of Chu Ye Kingdom will have to be a smaller number in front of the Pope.

"No." Xu Taiping shook his head.

"Then why don't you talk to me?" asked the Pope.

"Because of this." Xu Taiping raised his hand helplessly.

His hands were wearing gloves, and it looked a little strange on such a summer day.

"Your hand?" the pope frowned.

Xu Taiping took off the gloves, revealing the purple and soft hands inside.

Everyone knew that Xu Taiping's right hand was severely damaged when he saw this hand.

"What's going on, Taiping?" asked a leader next to him.

"Two days ago, I was having a martial arts fellow practitioner, but I accidentally injured my hand. The hand bone was comminuted and the muscles and tendons inside were also broken. The doctor said I had to rest for at least half a month." Xu Taiping said.

"No, don't you have super recovery ability? This kind of injury shouldn't be recovered in a short time?" the leader continued to ask.

"The opponent is too strong and the injury is too serious, and the recovery ability does not seem to work." Xu Taiping shrugged helplessly.

The Pope stretched out his hand, gently grabbed Xu Taiping's hand and took it in front of him and took a look.

Xu Taiping's hand was terrifying blue-purple, and soft and weak. When he grabbed it, the Pope could clearly feel that the hand was seriously injured.

"You are a powerful god-level man, and there is someone who can hurt you so hard?" The pope asked in horror. Xu Taiping is a person with a combat power of 100,000, and is stronger than the God of War. Who can hurt Xu Taiping so hard?

"A fellow martial arts world." Xu Taiping said.

"His Majesty the Pope, Taiping's right hand was so seriously injured, I think it's impossible to compete with you, a pity." said the leader next to him.

"I can use my left hand alone," said the Pope.

"His Majesty the Pope, Taiping's right hand was so seriously injured. I think there should be injuries in his body, but we can't see it. I still hope you don't fight, as this is fair to Taiping." The leader said seriously. Although the Pope is of high power, as a leader, he can't just watch the Pope pressing against Xu Taiping step by step. Moreover, to put it bluntly, the Pope is very awesome in the Western world, but it is really not easy to use in China. The respect for him is more because of his identity, that's all.

Seeing that the leaders around me said this, the pope could only shake his head and said, "What a pity, I planned to experience the Chinese martial arts."

"Actually, if His Majesty the Pope really wants to fight, it is not that no one can compete with you. Xiang Chunqiu of the Xiang family is my second largest master in China, with amazing combat power. If he competes with you, I think it can also let you feel the wonders of Chinese martial arts!" Xu Taiping said with a smile.

"Then let it go. Let's wait. The schedule of this trip is quite tight. We are going to the capital now." The Pope said.

"Is that? That's really a coincidence. When my hands recover next time, I will definitely have a good conversation with His Majesty the Pope!" Xu Taiping said seriously.

"I hope I will have a chance next time." The Pope nodded and then walked forward.

Xu Taiping accompanied the Pope out of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, and then watched the Pope leave the association under the escort of the convoy.

"I didn't expect this old guy to actually want to compete with you, the president!" Zhou Weidao stood beside Xu Taiping and said to the convoy that was moving away.

"This old guy is very bad." Xu Taiping said with a smile.

"Why did he suddenly want to discuss with you?" Zhou Weidao asked in confusion.

"Who knows, but this time the Pope was also suffering a loss and exposed himself. Otherwise, how many people in the world would know that the Pope is actually a master?" Xu Taiping smiled.

"Indeed, I never thought that the old man would be a master. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, amazing!" Zhou Weidao sighed and shook his head.

Xu Taiping smiled and turned around and walked into the Chinese Martial Arts Association.

Although he did not fight with the Pope this time, the Pope's actions have aroused Xu Taiping's vigilance.

It is obvious that the Pope suspected that he was a blood wolf, so he thought of taking such a move. This time he happened to have his hand injured, so he avoided attacking the Pope. The next time he probably wouldn't have such good luck. If the Pope fails to succeed once, it will definitely be impossible for him to give up easily.

I really have to find a way to clear my suspicion!

(There is another chapter, updated before 6 pm, I wish you all a happy May Day~)
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