Gao Guang didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe what John was saying.

"After he defeated the four men, what happened?"

"After he came out of the fighting ring, which had no real cage, but followed cage fighting rules, I ran up to him and said, 'You're my idol.'"

"And then what?"

"Then..." John looked helpless and extremely disappointed. "I wanted to be his disciple, but he didn't want to teach me. I begged him and told him how much I admired him, how much I loved martial arts, and how much I hoped he could teach me a few moves."

"What did he say?"

"He said there were too many people who wanted to learn martial arts, and I was nobody special."

"Uh... please continue."

"The next day, the Chinese guy participated in another underground fighting match. It was one-on-one, but his opponent was a combat instructor with a green beret, a martial arts master known as the Wolfman. He was really good, very good. I'm definitely no match for the Wolfman, but the Chinese guy took only six seconds to punch him in the chest, and then the Wolfman died."

Gao Guang gasped and stared at John in shock, unable to speak. But John looked fascinated and continued, "I approached him again. There were many people around, but I knelt down and said I was willing to give him all my money just to learn from him. I really, really love martial arts!"

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"And then?"

"He refused." John shook his head, looking dejected. "But he told me a few more things. He said it was a family martial art and he wouldn't teach it to foreigners."

"And then?"

"Later, I tried to get closer to him. I begged him to tell me what kind of martial art he was practicing. When he saw that I was sincere, he finally told me it was a combination of Baguazhang and Bajiquan, that's all."

A long time ago, Gao Guang had lost his faith in martial arts. He thought it was just a performance, just for show. As for the legendary ancient martial arts, they were just myths, only existing in martial arts novels.

But now, an American was telling him about the wonders of Chinese martial arts, and Gao Guang didn't quite believe it.

How could he bear it, how could he bear it?

"And then?"

John sighed heavily, looking crestfallen. "Later, he died. Just when we were getting closer, and I saw some hope, he was killed in an explosion while on a mission outside the Green Zone. So the last time I saw him was his body."

Gao Guang was hungry, but he forgot to eat his hamburger. He just stared at John stupidly.

John shrugged and said to Gao Guang, "After that, you're the second person I've met who knows martial arts, a Chinese person. So I like you."

Gao Guang swallowed hard, looking bewildered. "Is what you're saying true?"

"Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you? Captain...Frank was there too."

"What was the Chinese guy's name?"

"Chen Jinjun. That's what his companion told me. I even wrote it down, but later someone told me it was a fake name."

John sighed with regret and looked at Gao Guang expectantly. "But you'll teach me, right? You owe me a life, buddy. You have to do something for me."

He was seeking a cure for his illness, and John wanted a master even though he already had one.Lost in thought, Gao Guang took a bite of his hamburger and said absent-mindedly, "If you want to learn, I can teach you, but you might be disappointed."

John immediately laughed and said happily, "No problem, we'll know after we spar. Okay, it's settled."

"What? Spar?" Gao Guang was confused.

John didn't give Gao Guang a chance to back out and hurriedly said, "Let's eat first. Afterward, I'll take you to buy some necessary items. Frank said you can stay at the company, where there's a mattress, but you need pillows, blankets, and toiletries. The company won't provide those. You have to buy them yourself."

"Okay."

"And clothes, buddy, you can't wear those clothes to work. It damages the company's image. So, at least you need to change your outfit."

"Do I need to buy clothes? What kind of clothes do I need?"

"Tactical gear, boots. You need a good pair of boots. Trust me, you definitely need a good pair of tactical boots."

John talked while eating, then happily said, "After we purchase everything you need, I'll take you to the company. There's a gym there where you can do combat training. We can spar there, and I can see your true level."

Gao Guang couldn't eat anymore. He said seriously, "Can we go to a gun store or shooting range first? I want to shoot guns."

As a military enthusiast, if the first thing he did when he arrived in the United States wasn't to play with guns, then he wasn't a true military enthusiast.

Gao Guang was a hardcore military enthusiast, so he wanted to shoot guns now.

But John didn't think so. He said urgently, "What's the rush to shoot guns? You'll have plenty of time to play later. We should focus on settling you in first. After we finish eating, we'll go to my house, get in the car, go to the outlet to buy the clothes you need, then go to Walmart to buy the necessities. Finally, I'll take you to the company. After we spar, you'll be free for the day."

It seemed that sparring was inevitable. Gao Guang sighed and started eating quickly.

Seeing Gao Guang's troubled expression, John said seriously, "I know you Chinese people don't like teaching real kung fu to foreigners, but don't forget, I saved your life. You owe me one."

"I know. You don't have to keep repeating it."

John nodded, thought for a moment, and said sincerely again, "Of course, I won't let you teach me for nothing. If you want to play with guns, I can take you to play. You can play with any gun you want, and I can even treat you. The only requirement is that you have to teach me real kung fu."

Gao Guang sighed and said helplessly, "If you still want to learn later, I swear I'll teach you everything I know. Is that enough?"

John smiled satisfactorily and finally focused on eating instead of talking about kung fu.

But after finishing his hamburger, Gao Guang couldn't help but ask John, "Is what you said true? About Chen Jinjun, is he really that powerful?"

John shrugged and said, "You can ask Frank. He witnessed it, and he even knows the werewolf who was killed."

This was beyond Gao Guang's understanding, but seeing John's confident expression, his belief began to waver. He now wanted to know more details.

But most importantly, Gao Guang began to feel confused about his own choice.If, if martial arts are really that powerful, then wouldn't he have wasted all those years practicing routines?