My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 55 KO Under the Setting Sun

"An electric shock combat training device?"

Qin Han felt a jolt; he knew all too well what the word "electric shock" meant.

Besides the published causes of death and various conspiracy theories, Bruce Lee's training methods have also been criticized by many people.

In pursuit of ultimate muscle explosiveness, he also used electrical stimulation on his body.

This extreme training, which violated the laws of physiology, was considered to have severely depleted his life force.

And now, this thing has appeared right in front of me in a very open and blatant way.

Is it just a coincidence?

Or is the trajectory of history once again slowly pushing misfortune toward the master?

Is this the real reason why the system prompted it to pay attention to this Japanese person three times in a row?

Qin Han suppressed the turmoil in his mind and tried to remain calm. He needed to figure out who this Hiroki Ishii was and what he wanted to do.

Otherwise, given his personality, once he learned about this training method, he would want to try it out of curiosity.

Harry was completely oblivious to his change in mood, still beaming with excitement:

"Quickly, Mr. Qin, it's already started outside, let's go to the VIP section!"

On Santa Monica Beach in the afternoon, the sun was as hot as the girls.

With a burst of ear-piercing rock music, the highly anticipated "Fighting Carnival" officially kicked off.

However, the first half hour of the match was a complete disaster.

"Is this what you call fighting?" Qin Han looked at the two people on the stage, his lips twitching slightly.

A punk youth with a mohawk, waving his fists wildly, is trying to hit a fat biker wearing a leather vest across from him.

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The fat man wasn't to be outdone; with his beer belly covered in tattoos, he waved his arms like a clumsy bear.

The two started fighting, just like street thugs brawling.

Sitting next to him, Harry awkwardly explained, "Mr. Qin, this is a strategy. Let these thugs go on stage first to lower everyone's expectations..."

As expected, the audience didn't buy it at all.

"Hush—!!!" A deafening chorus of hisses echoed across the beach.

"Get off! We want to see real fighting!"

"I want to see karate, I want to see Chinese kung fu, I don't want to see two pigs fighting!"

Seeing the situation was about to spiral out of control, Harry yelled into the walkie-talkie, "Get those two idiots down here! Bring 'Battle Axe' in!"

As the punk youth was pinned to the ground by the fat man, the lights in the room suddenly became intense.

A muscular, bald black man in a red suit flipped and leaped onto the ring.

"This is a semi-professional boxer we found in an underground boxing ring, nicknamed 'Battle Axe'," Harry introduced. "He's perfect as a stepping stone for that Ishii guy."

Sure enough, the moment this "tuo'er" stepped into the ring, the situation changed instantly. The fat man was knocked out in less than three moves.

As the competition continued, he threw five challengers off the ring in succession.

"Battle Axe! Battle Axe! Battle Axe!" The crowd began chanting his name, as if he were an invincible god of war.

Qin Han was so bored he was about to fall asleep when he looked up at the horizon.

The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, and the sunset painted Santa Monica Beach blood red, while the sea breeze grew fierce.

Just then, an extremely dazzling spotlight suddenly shone on the entrance to the passageway next to the arena.

The stirring sound of taiko drums suddenly exploded.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the host's voice rose sharply, "At this moment of sunset, the devil from the East has finally descended!"

"Sweep through San Francisco! Crush San Jose! Make countless martial arts gym owners tremble with fear!"

"The top killing machine of the Kyokushin Guild—Ishii Hiroki!"

A figure dressed in a karate uniform walked out slowly, with the afterglow of the setting sun behind him.

Backlit, Hiroki Ishii's shadow was stretched extremely long, each step landing precisely on the beat of the taiko drum, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

He stepped onto the ring and stared expressionlessly at "Battle Axe" opposite him.

"The match begins!"

As the host shouted, "Tomahawk" roared and charged forward, delivering a powerful swing punch straight at Ishii's face.

Hiroki Ishii remained calm, suddenly crouching down to the left and precisely dodging the swinging punch.

Immediately afterwards, his right leg, like a cannonball, swept fiercely into the "battle axe's" unsuspecting ribs with a sharp whistling sound.

"Snap!"

The once arrogant boxer suddenly bent over, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

Before he could fall, another chop to the neck struck him hard.

Thump—the 200-pound strong man collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, immediately losing consciousness.

The entire room fell silent.

Just as the sun sank completely into the sea and night fell, Hiroki Ishii, under the spotlight, resembled an invincible demon god.

"Bravo!!" The audience, realizing what had happened, erupted in thunderous applause!

The host raised Ishii's hand: "See that! That's the power of Kyokushin Karate!"

"Starting today, Mr. Ishii will be defending his title here! At sunset, the best player of the day will be eligible to challenge him!"

"Whoever defeats him will take home a full five thousand dollars!"

In the VIP section, Harry looked at Qin Han smugly: "How was it, Mr. Qin? That 'Tomahawk' performance was pretty good, wasn't it? The timing of his fall was absolutely Oscar-worthy."

Was it an act?

That mid-section kick and that hand chop just now were definitely not staged.

That was a real, unrestrained effort; there was no holding back whatsoever.

"Harry, I suggest you call an ambulance right away, otherwise that 'Tomahawk' might really die from broken bones."

The producer's smile froze on his face: "What?"

Qin Han stared at the white figure on the arena, stood up, and patted Harry on the shoulder: "Do me a favor."

"Wh...what is it?" Harry was startled by his serious expression and quickly used the walkie-talkie to instruct his subordinates to check on the damage to "Battle Axe".

"Get me a stun gun, and do you know where to send it?"

……

When they returned to the villa in West Hollywood, the siblings had already come back.

George was gesturing wildly as if he were talking about something, while Renee had a strange expression on her face.

"Master! You're back!"

Seeing Qin Han enter, George excitedly rushed to him: "That 'World's Number One Fist' was so cool! The protagonist's hands suddenly turned bright red, and then he could shatter rocks!"

The boy, his face flushed with excitement, exclaimed, "So many people in the movie theater were screaming!"

Qin Han smiled and ruffled his curly hair. "I'm glad you like it. Renee, what do you think?"

Renee seemed a little nervous: "Qin... I don't know if I should say it, after all, this movie is doing very well at the box office..."

"Please feel free to speak. Just think of this as a business seminar for the company," Qin Han said with a smile as he sat down opposite her.

Renee looked at his encouraging eyes and nodded: "I think...it's strange."

"The fighting moves were fake, completely unlike how you and Bruce trained. What bothered me even more was the sound."

"The dubbing was terrible; the lip-syncing was off, and the tone was stiff. The person on screen was clearly yelling angrily, but the dubbing sounded like someone was reading a lunch menu."

She spoke more and more fluently, and the light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter:

"The plot is also very old-fashioned. I think the reason why the audience buys into it is purely because of the novelty from the East."

As she analyzed the situation, everyone in the living room turned their attention to the girl.