The team moved very quickly, and Lin Zhiming waited in line for more than half an hour before arriving in front of the machine that tested his physical fitness.
He casually tested it, and the test results were naturally up to standard.
Afterwards, the on-site staff gave Lin Zhiming a form and asked Lin Zhiming to go to a nearby hall to wait.
Lin Zhiming came to the hall with the form.
The hall was crowded, and Lin Zhiming roughly estimated that there should be about thirty or forty people.
Thirty or forty people are not many in terms of number alone, but these thirty or forty people are all the strongest among the strong.
According to Lin Zhiming's estimation of the physical test, those who can pass the physical test must at least be at the level of King Wu.
Even in this era of explosive force, King Wu still represents the top level of warriors.
These thirty or forty people are at least Martial Kings, and there are many more powerful ones from above.
Lin Zhiming found a place to sit down, and then looked at the form in his hand seriously.
This one is very simple. There are only a few places that need to be filled in, a name (code), a bank card number, and an address.
Other than that, there is nothing else that needs to be filled out.
Lin Zhiming was a little surprised at first, but then he felt relieved.
Those who participate in the Death Arena do not need to fill in too much information. It is enough to have a name that can be known, a bank card number from which bonuses can be collected, and an address to send ashes or corpses.
, after all, this is not a job application.
Lin Zhiming picked up the pen, thought for a moment and then wrote the word Zhang Fei in the name column.
This name will become his code name in the Death Arena.
After filling out the form, Lin Zhiming stood up, walked to the staff, and handed the form to him.
The other party took a look at it, and after confirming that it was correct, he said to Lin Zhiming, "Go and sit over there. Someone will come and explain the rules to you later."
Lin Zhiming nodded, returned to his previous seat and sat down.
As soon as he sat down, a man with black hair and yellow skin walked up to Lin Zhiming.
This man was not wearing a mask, which was rare in the hall. Generally speaking, people without masks either wanted to be successful or had great confidence in themselves.
When Lin Zhiming saw that the other party looked obviously Asian, he thought he was from the Dragon Kingdom. He was about to say hello to the other party, but the other party spoke first.
"Are you from our Kimchi country?"
Hearing this sentence, Lin Zhiming frowned.
Obviously, this person is not from the Dragon Kingdom, but from the Kimchi Country.
"No, I am from the Dragon Kingdom." Lin Zhiming said.
"A person from the Dragon Kingdom?" Kimchi Nation seemed a little surprised. He stared at Lin Zhiming and said, "Since you are from the Dragon Kingdom, why are you wearing our Korean clothes?"
"What's your Hanbok? This is clearly the Feiyu uniform of our Dragon Kingdom's Ming Dynasty!" Lin Zhiming said with a frown.
"No, no, no, you are wrong. This is Hanbok. I can't mistake it. This is Hanbok!" Kimchi shook his head.
"Look carefully. The decorations and patterns on this are not elements of the Dragon Kingdom. By the way, look at this. There is a label on it. It says Dragon Kingdom Flying Fish Suit. You saw these words.
No?" Lin Zhiming pointed at the five words on the label and said.
The man from the Kimchi Country froze slightly as he looked at the label. He didn't expect that the words "Dragon Country Feiyu Suit" were actually written on the clothes. This made him really embarrassed. After the embarrassment, he felt a sense of shame and annoyance.
It caught his mind, and he pretended not to care and said, "Okay, let's just say it's your Feiyu suit. Who made your Feiyu suit copy our Hanbok? It looks too similar to our Hanbok, so I admit my mistake."
It’s normal.”
"You mean, our Feiyu server copied your Korean server?" Lin Zhiming asked in surprise.
"Isn't it? Go and see for yourself how similar the Feiyu suit is to Hanbok. Hanbok has always been the traditional costume of our nation and has been passed down for thousands of years. Your Feiyu suit is only a few hundred years old. Naturally, you
Feiyu Server copied our Korean Server," Kimchi said seriously.
"Hanbok has been popular in your country for thousands of years? Co-author, you mean that your kimchi country has a history of thousands of years?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Of course, this is recorded in historical materials. During your Warring States Period, Confucius preached in your Dragon Country. This Confucius is our Kimchi Country. So do you think our Kimchi Country has a history of thousands of years?" said the Kimchi Country.
.
"Confucius has become yours too?" Lin Zhiming asked in surprise.
"Isn't that what it is? I know that in your Dragon Kingdom, you regard Confucius as yours, but according to the research of historians in our Kimchi Country, in fact, Confucius was the earliest native of our Kimchi Country. Our Kimchi Country had a very prosperous society in ancient times.
Culture, and has exported culture to Asian countries, such as the Lantern Festival and the Dragon Boat Festival. These are the cultural exports of our Kimchi Country to the outside world, but you, the Dragon Country, shamelessly stole them as your own!" said the Kimchi Country people.
He sighed and shook his head, as if he was sorry.
"I don't like hearing what you are saying." Lin Zhiming stood up with a dark face.
As a member of the Dragon Kingdom, no matter what your ability is or what position you are in, there is one thing you must do, and that is to defend the dignity of your country.
"What I said is the truth, that's what is written in our textbooks," said the Kimchi man.
"Does what is written in the textbooks have to be true? Confucius, Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, these festivals all belong to the Dragon Kingdom. This has become a consensus not only within the Dragon Kingdom, but also throughout the world. You are the only one in the world.
The Kimchi Country is shameless enough to regard these as belonging to your country. Of course, your shamelessness is not limited to history. There are many other places, such as the sports field. Your Kimchi Country athletes are notorious for their lack of sportsmanship.
It has become a consensus all over the world that you must resort to any means to win. If you don’t believe me, just ask someone if this is the case?" Lin Zhiming said with a joking expression.
"You dare to say that we are shameless, you disgusting Dragon Countryer, you will pay for everything you said!" The Pickle Countryer was obviously angered by Lin Zhiming's words, and after roaring angrily, he blasted Lin Zhiming
A punch.
Although Lin Zhiming had disguised himself, he was still Lin Zhiming. Seeing the stick getting angry and trying to hit him, he couldn't help the stick messing around and directly pressed him to the ground and rubbed him.
This is really rubbing against the ground.
Lin Zhiming pinned the opponent's face firmly to the ground, leaving the opponent without any room to resist.
The people around were a little shocked when they saw this scene. After all, this Kimchi countryman dared to show his face, so he must be very confident in his own strength. However, he was pinned to the ground and unable to resist. It can be seen that the man wearing the traditional clothes of the Dragon Kingdom
The people who make clothes are definitely super experts.
"Let me go!" Stick pressed to the ground shouted excitedly.
"You can let me go, but you have to admit that Confucius is from our Dragon Kingdom, Hanbok comes from Feiyubo, and festivals such as Dragon Boat Festival and Lantern Festival also come from Dragon Kingdom." Lin Zhiming said expressionlessly.
"Impossible, these are from our kimchi country!" Bangzi said loudly.
Lin Zhiming raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly increased the strength in his hands.
"Ah!" Bangzi let out a miserable cry.
"I'm just asking you to admit a fact. If you continue to be harsh, I don't mind dealing with you right here." Lin Zhiming said.
"I, it is impossible for me to do anything that harms our country. You, please kill me. Even if I die, Kong, Confucius, will belong to our Kimchi country." Bangzi said through gritted teeth.
The look of Bangzi really surprised Lin Zhiming, because in his opinion, things like Confucius, Feiyu Suit, and Dragon Boat Festival belong to the Dragon Kingdom. This is the consensus. Why would the people of the Kimchi Kingdom do it for the things they stole?
And even risk your life?
Lin Zhiming also wanted to see how tough this stick could be, so he once again increased the strength of his hand.
He could clearly feel that Bangzi's head had deformed.
Bangzi cried out in pain, and it was very painful to see.
"Sir, let him go." A gentle voice came from the side.
Lin Zhiming turned around and saw that the person speaking was a man wearing a Chinese tunic suit and a mask.
At this glance, you can tell that he is from the Dragon Kingdom.
Lin Zhiming was silent for a moment and took his hand back.
As if he had been granted amnesty, Bangzi jumped up from the ground and hid several meters away, panting rapidly.
Lin Zhiming was a little annoyed, but he had no intention of killing the other party, so he chose to sit back in his seat.
The man in Mao suit sat next to Lin Zhiming.
"Are you annoyed? It's obvious that they shamelessly stole our culture, but they would rather die than admit it." asked the man in Chinese tunic suit.
"Indeed, it's really irritating." Lin Zhiming said.
"It's actually not surprising to them. After all, they live in their country, under their system, their textbooks, and the education they received since childhood. Many celebrities and traditional festivals in our Dragon Country belong to them. In their
They believe that we are the ones who have stolen their culture, and this concept is difficult to change due to external pressure." said the man in Chinese tunic suit.
"Well! This is what makes people so angry. A fact recognized by the whole world, but you don't admit it here, but you still act like I'm not wrong. Alas." Lin Zhiming shrugged helplessly.
"This is the cognitive boundary." said the man in Chinese tunic suit.
"Cognitive boundary?" Lin Zhiming looked at the other party curiously.
"People cannot understand things beyond their cognition, just like we can never imagine colors we have not seen. This is the boundary of cognition." The man in Chinese tunic suit said.
"Oh..." Lin Zhiming nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the man in tunic suit and said, "I wonder what you call brother?"
"Just call me Shanke. What about you?" the man in Chinese tunic suit asked.
"Zhang Fei." Lin Zhiming said.
"Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you!"?
During the live broadcast yesterday, a fan asked me if I could add an update today. I said no, but I actually added it. Isn’t it a surprise~~