Chapter 135 The Holy Land of Martial Arts is in Tibet
Although the boxing championship battle is over, the boxing match tonight is still going on.
In the office on the second floor, Harley, Siwa, Bruce, and Kitten gathered together.
Hallie drank juice and explained: "I am the best fighting arena in the world. There are four levels of competition: ordinary, elite, beast, and boxing champion.
Ordinary competitions are also trials to select elite boxers to participate in a boxing championship like tonight.
In the process of boxing championship challenge, I can know the general strength of each boxer.
I will grade them first, and then the actuary of the fighting field will arrange for them to participate in two levels of fighting competitions: elite and beast.
In fact, guests prefer to watch evenly matched beasts fighting regardless of life or death.”
“Why don’t you accept the winner’s challenge after two selections, Elite and Beast? It will be much easier for you that way.” Bruce asked doubtfully.
Hallie glanced at Ms. Siwa and sighed: "Money and the title of boxing champion mean nothing to me.
This world's best fighting arena mainly exists to improve my personal strength.
I call myself the ‘King of Boxing’ and name the boxing ring ‘Number One in the World’ just to stimulate those real masters who are hiding around the world.
Before Ms. Siwa appeared, I was invincible in Gotham. Being invincible was too lonely. I had no opponent. Even the winner of the Beast Tournament could not bring me pressure.
Then I thought, since one of them can’t do it, let’s fight on wheels.”
Bruce was stunned.
Ms. Siwa looked moved, "You are a true martial artist!"
Harry smiled secretly in his heart, and he guessed right. Pure martial artists like to hear this kind of thing.
“Alas!” She sighed again in distress, “I, a non-traditional martial artist like me, can only improve myself through this method.”
"It seems that I guessed right. You are indeed a wild child without a teacher."
Ms. Siwa was not surprised. Words can deceive people, but her intuitive feelings during battle will tell her the details of Harley.
"Harry, you haven't practiced Iron Shirt? But I think you seem to be very resistant to beatings, and you can use your shadowless feet very well." Bruce asked doubtfully.
“Fantasy tricks such as Shadowless Kicks are of no use in front of masters, but they are just flaws.
I have practiced Iron Cloth Shirt, soaked my body in medicinal wine, and hit my body with sticks, but the secret book was bought from Chinatown and I didn’t have a teacher." Harley also told the truth.
She didn’t know that Batman had practiced 127 martial arts, but she was sure that Batman knew Kung Fu.
His father-in-law is still the boss of the Kagemusha Alliance!
Naturally, after becoming rich and powerful, she began to search for the martial arts secrets of the Chinese dynasty.
“I’ve also practiced hard kung fu, but the effect doesn’t seem to be as good as yours.” Ms. Siwa said strangely.
Harry said accordingly: "You can stay in Gotham for a while, and we can exchange martial arts experiences."
Ms. Siwa hesitated for a moment and said: "I originally thought you were an arrogant lunatic, so when I passed by Gotham, I was ready to teach you a lesson, and I didn't even mind killing you casually.
Now I understand that you are a martial artist with sincerity, enthusiasm, and firm beliefs.
I appreciate your talent very much, and I also respect your courage to improve your own cultivation by convening the best fighting arena in the world and challenging the heroes of the world.
So, I would like to introduce you to some masters. Are you willing to leave everything in Gotham and go to the East to learn from them?"
Bruce's eyes lit up and he asked first: "Are those masters stronger than you?"
“In martial arts, I consider myself as good as anyone, but I am indeed their disciple.” Ms. Siwa said confidently.
Harry was a little hesitant.
If she had to choose between her status as a Gotham gangster, her current glory and wealth, or her apprenticeship, she wouldn't hesitate at all.
One's own strength is higher than all wealth.
Even though Ms. Siwa has been practicing for more than ten years, she still managed to beat her to a draw, but she didn’t use any weapons in the boxing ring!
If Shiva had used a treasure-grade samurai sword, even if Harry didn't die, he would definitely not be able to hold on for that long.
Another example is Batman and Pharaoh.
Well, the Pharaoh in Watchmen can catch bullets with his bare hands (unlike Fire Cloud Evil God, his defense is ordinary, only his speed and reaction are fast, his hands can be injured or penetrated by bullets), because he has learned Chinese Kung Fu.
So, there is indeed a future for practicing martial arts in the DC universe.
Leaving Gotham also means she loses the opportunity to quickly upgrade.
Which is more important, martial arts or upgrading?
It would be nice if we could have both.
“Where should I go to become my apprentice and who should I seek my apprenticeship from?” Harry asked.
Ms. Siwa said thoughtfully: "I was born in the Chinese dynasty. I practiced martial arts at home when I was young. When I was sixteen, I went to Japan to study with Teacher Otomo.
Three years later, I returned to China and searched for and communicated with martial artists from various schools.
My suggestion is to either go to Japan to find Teacher Otomo, or go to Tibet.
In Celestial Tibet, you can find top martial arts masters from all over the world.”
“Why Tibet? What’s so special about it?” Harley asked curiously.
Ms. Siwa was unsure: "Mount Everest has the purest magic power. Or, if you understand Chinese, let me put it another way. Mount Everest is the source of the aura of the earth, heaven and earth."
“Can you become an immortal?” Harley had a strange expression.
“Practice martial arts under Mount Everest, and the effect is indeed very good. You may not become an immortal, but you can break the limits of the human body.” Ms. Siwa said.
She herself is a living example.
An ordinary person, level 27 Harley, with two defense feats.
“Honestly, I really want to go to Tibet, but you may not understand my grudges with the Crusaders.
I am in Gotham, with dozens of gunmen around me, and with the constraints of the US government, it is difficult for them to cause trouble for me. Once I go to other places...
I'm afraid that not only will my own life be in danger, but also others will be affected." Harley sighed half-seriously.
It will take at least several years, or even more than ten years, to go to Tibet before you can achieve the state of Ms. Siwa.
She can stay in Gotham and her defense can break through level 30 within a year.
She will definitely be able to defeat Lady Siwa then.
So, in terms of efficiency, it is most cost-effective to stay in Gotham and get beaten.
As levels increase in the future, the experience value for each level will also increase significantly. When Gotham becomes a novice village and it is difficult to level up in a year, it is not too late to consider upgrading martial arts skills.
“Your grudges haven’t been resolved yet?” Bruce asked doubtfully.
“On the surface, there was a reconciliation, and then the Crusaders anonymously placed a bounty on my head in the supernatural world.” Harley said.
"I see, I've also heard of it..." Ms. Siwa seemed to be thinking of something, and her expression became tangled.
——She remembered that the Shadow Warrior Alliance seemed to have taken over the order from the Crusaders.
“What, do you know who took the order?” Harley asked curiously.
Ms. Siwa was shocked, this little girl has such a keen sense of spirituality!
"I can't explain clearly, but I can tell you that I joined an assassin organization. This time I came to the United States to kill someone." Ms. Siwa sighed.
Now even Bruce and Kitty understand her subtext.
Harry rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "How much money did the Crusaders pay? Can I double it and ask you to assassinate the leader of the Crusaders?"
“I thought you were going to pay to cancel the mission.” Ms. Siwa said.
——You act like the best in the world. Obviously, you have never experienced a real beating, but you are already in your twenties.
After so many years, you are still proud of yourself, which shows that you are fully capable of being proud of yourself.
But your strength is only this much. What can those assassins who are not as good as you do to me except give me experience?
Harry thought so, but of course she couldn't say that.
“From your behavior, Ms. Siwa, I can infer that the assassin organization you belong to must also have outstanding credibility, adhere to its principles, and will not do the dishonorable thing of killing guests.
Therefore, I will not make any request that would dishonor your honor."
Ms. Siwa’s lips curled up slightly. The little girl is so cute. What did I do before? How could I want to kill her?
“The organization I work for will not kill customers in any way, so I cannot do your business.
However, I will leave you the names and contact information of a few martial arts masters, and I will also tell them about you.
If they have a chance to come to Gotham, they will come and visit you.
With your talent and a little training, ordinary assassins can't hurt you at all."
“Sister Siwa, thank you very much!” Harley smiled.
Ms. Siwa did not stay in the fighting arena for long. She left a note and left with a large bag of beautiful knives.
When sending her out, Harley specially warned: "Sister Siwa, please spread the word about tonight's competition in the martial arts community.
I promise you that everyone who beats me in the future will win a bonus of no less than 1 million US dollars."
“One million dollars, just throw it away...”
Ms. Siwa really wants to stay and make another fortune, or two, or three...
“Harley, you are a true martial artist and regard money as dirt!” she sighed.
The young master held it in all night and finally couldn't bear it anymore.
“Ms. Siwa, can I hire you as a martial arts teacher? It doesn’t matter how much the tuition is.”
Ms. Siwa's pretty face turned cold. I just said that real martial artists regard money as dirt, so you just throw money at me. What do you mean?
“Am I not as good as Harley, coveting your money?”
Bruce glanced down at the purse she held tightly in her hand.
“I don’t mean anything else, I just think you are a real martial artist and I want to worship you as my teacher.
How about two million dollars a month? Or three million, five million?" he said tentatively.
Ms. Siwa took a deep breath, turned around and left without saying a word.
——She was afraid that she could not help but stay.
The hero is not greedy for money, but the hero also needs money, otherwise what kind of killer would she be?
“Hey, don’t go, eight million will do!” Bruce shouted.
Ms. Siwa is walking faster. You little brat, you can throw money at me, but please find a private place to hit me quietly and don’t say it in front of so many people!
When Ms. Siwa disappeared completely, Harry looked down at the young master and said, "Compared to me, you are just an idiot. You don't even know how to use money."
“What do you have in mind?” Bruce asked unconvinced.
“Didn’t she join that assassin organization? You negotiate business with her directly, sign a contract, hire her as a task, and you have all the honors, how can she refuse?”
"Uh..." Bruce was stunned and said in annoyance, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Selina frowned and said: "Bruce, don't listen to Harley's bad ideas. The people on the road are not so easy to get in touch with, especially the assassin organization.
Organizations that kill people for money...
Once you get it, you may never be able to get rid of it for the rest of your life, because you are not an ordinary person and can represent too many things. "
Harry glanced at the silver face in surprise and praised: "Kitty cat, you have good knowledge!"
“I’ve been living in Gotham all my life and have seen too many things.” Selina sighed.
The three of them returned to the glass attic, and Harley asked: "What's going on with you, and why are you being hunted down?"
Selena was silent for a moment and said: "I guess their target is me. As long as Bruce is not with me, there will be no danger."
Bruce held her hand and said seriously: "I caused this, you are helping me."
“Speak clearly.” Harry frowned.
“Selena was at the scene the night my parents were killed. I asked Detective Gordon to deliberately release false news that Selina saw the killer’s true face before he put on the mask.
The purpose is also very simple, to alert the enemy."
Bruce showed a complicated expression that didn’t know whether he should be proud or annoyed.
“Well, last time Bishop Marvin led the monks to surround the manor, I specifically found the director of the Wayne Group’s security department and hired a group of elite bodyguards for me.
Full of 50 security guards, ready to wait and see.
I guessed the beginning, but not the end.
It is indeed effective to scare the snake away from the grass, but the snake was too big and drove us everywhere."
“How many people are there?” Harley asked seriously.
“No more than five people.”
Harley had a strange expression, "Don't you pay the security guards, are they all slacking off?"
“It’s all because my manor is too big, has too many buildings, has a long history, and the ancient trees are very prosperous. It seems that 50 people spread out is not enough.” Bruce said awkwardly.