238: Chapter 235 Is the Divine Hand the World's Number One?

"The Swastika Hand, huh."

Hearing this, Li Changsheng nodded, recalling Zhang Zhao's move in his mind.

To an ordinary person, a mere glance wouldn't reveal much, but Li Changsheng could flip through his memories and replay them over and over to deepen his impression.

With the System, it was impossible for these memories to fade with time.

When he tried to ask for more details, Zhang Zhao simply shook his head and refused to say another word.

Seeing this, Li Changsheng sighed inwardly and didn't press further; it was already good enough that the other man had shared this much.

He could search for keywords online later and might find something; combined with the images and the rhythm of the movements in his memory, he could see if he could reverse-engineer the entire training method.

"By the way, Mr. Zhang, why are you here...?"

Li Changsheng finally remembered to ask this. With Zhang Zhao's skills, he should have been more than capable of opening a martial arts hall in either the US or back home.

"Mr. Li, you're an expert too. Why are you here?" Zhang Zhao asked in return.

Li Changsheng: "..."

"Alright, I'm not joking with you anymore. Coming here is simple: I'm short on money. I need money, and this place can give me what I want!"

Zhang Zhao sighed softly, "Originally, I wanted to challenge some dojos here to make a name for myself; once I had a reputation, opening a martial arts hall would be more secure. But before I could even start, I got a lecture from Elder Zhang.

After wandering around here for a few days, I saw that the pay was high, so I came over."

Hearing this, Li Changsheng couldn't help but feel emotional. Although this man was indeed a bit unorthodox by old standards—not learning his own sect's kung fu but instead learning everyone else's—

—he wasn't a bad person.

"You've been here for a few days. What kind of work does Mr. Durant usually give you?" Li Changsheng asked calmly.

"What kind of work?"

At this, Zhang Zhao was stunned, seemingly not quite understanding the meaning behind Li Changsheng's question. He asked suspiciously, "What kind of work? I came here to be a bodyguard. My mission is naturally to protect Mr. Durant's safety."

Li Changsheng shook his head inwardly. It seemed that while Zhang Zhao was quite talented in martial arts, he was truly a bit dull when it came to reading people and situations.

He didn't ask further. Meanwhile, Kenneth's speed test had finished.

"Fifty meters, 5.6 seconds. Congratulations, Mr. Kenneth. You've successfully passed this stage of the assessment. The passing mark is 6 seconds, and you exceeded it by 0.4 seconds."

Anya looked at the timer, her face full of smiles as she congratulated him warmly.

"I've tested this too; 7 seconds. I lose out too much on my physique, and all my skills are in my hands; my leg work is almost non-existent," Zhang Zhao said with a chuckle.

Perhaps because talking with Li Changsheng had opened him up, Zhang Zhao spoke with a laugh.

"7 seconds isn't bad; it's already close to the level of a first-class athlete," Li Changsheng responded with a smile.

Such a result was indeed decent. After all, in junior and senior high school physical tests, the passing mark for the boys' 50-meter sprint is usually around 7.5 seconds.

Although junior and senior high school isn't when the human body is at its Peak, even some adults, after training, might only reach around 7.2 seconds.

Only those with talent can run under 7 seconds—namely, those athletes.

As for Zhang Zhao's physique, he was about 175 cm tall and weighed at least eighty kilograms. In Boxing, he'd definitely be a heavyweight.

For sprinters, a more ideal height would be around 180-195 cm, with a weight of around 140 pounds.

It could be said that Zhang Zhao's physique was the complete opposite of a sprinter's; it was a very standard boxer's build.

"Which one do you plan to try? Or all of them?"

Zhang Zhao looked at Li Changsheng and smiled faintly; he had an intuition that this young man was definitely not simple.

It certainly wasn't just about that hidden weapon skill.

Li Changsheng didn't rush to respond, because at that moment, Anya was already asking Mr. Kanai Shuichi.

"Mr. Kanai Shuichi, are you sure you want to choose the strength test?"

Anya looked at Kanai Shuichi's less-than-sturdy build and offered some kind advice.

"Yes, this one."

Kanai Shuichi nodded bitterly. He was helpless; he felt he wasn't good at any of the three tests.

Speed? He definitely couldn't run under 6 seconds. Strength? He certainly couldn't hit 1,000 pounds. As for impact resistance, looking at that nearly two-meter-tall muscular giant, he felt he would likely be killed by a single punch.

It had to be said that Kanai Shuichi did have some real skill. He didn't use any flashy techniques; it was just a pure Hand-sword strike.

The pressure sensor of the testing machine could be rotated, so it didn't affect his power delivery.

A value of 890 pounds suddenly flashed on the screen from a single Hand-sword strike.

Seeing this number, Kanai Shuichi's face showed a hint of helplessness, but also a bit of pride. In truth, he hadn't expected to hit such a high value at all.

"Mr. Kanai Shuichi, considering your weight is only 75 kilograms, 890 pounds counts as passing the assessment."

Anya didn't make things difficult for Kanai Shuichi. After all, it would be unreasonable to talk about destructive power without considering weight classes.

"This guy from the Japanese Faction has a bit of Masutatsu Oyama's style from back in the day."

Seeing this, Zhang Zhao smiled at Li Changsheng.

"Masutatsu Oyama? You mean the 'God Hand' who knocked down fifty-two bulls barehanded, killing several with a single blow?" Li Changsheng also thought of this famous figure upon hearing the name.

"Yeah. Kanai Shuichi is still a bit weaker in strength than Masutatsu Oyama. If it were Masutatsu Oyama, hitting over a thousand pounds wouldn't be a problem."

Zhang Zhao said calmly, with his hands behind his back.

Li Changsheng remained noncommittal.

There are indeed some legendary figures in Karate, and Masutatsu Oyama was one such powerhouse.

He challenged fifty-two bulls barehanded, killing three on the spot, and the horns of the rest were all chopped off by his Palm-sword.

In some of his actions, he was somewhat similar to the Dragon—going to the US and then challenging people, all sorts of challenges.

This guy challenged 270 opponents in one go without a single defeat.

Well... according to the descriptions from the Japanese Faction, his strength was unrivaled because no matter how you blocked—whether with your hands or legs—Masutatsu Oyama would easily chop through and break your bones.

Even more interestingly, in the eyes of the Japanese Faction, Masutatsu Oyama was number one in the world, while the Dragon could only rank eighth or ninth in the top ten.

However, if one carefully counted the opponents the Dragon had defeated, they would find that he had beaten nothing but experts.

Whether it was a US Air Force heavyweight champion, a Muay Thai expert who hadn't been defeated for years, or a Karate black belt, it was always the case.

Moreover, he subdued his enemies quickly, with most matches lasting less than thirty seconds. In the Dragon's words, they were too slow.

The only one who perhaps made the Dragon look a bit disheveled was 'Huang'.

Huang was the only opponent who took the Dragon three minutes to deal with. It wasn't that the Dragon couldn't kill him in an instant.

It was just that this guy was like a modern-day King of Qin; as soon as the fight started, he performed the "King of Qin circling the pillar" maneuver. The Dragon chased him for three minutes before catching him, showing that this man was quite the athlete.

Because of this, the Dragon discovered the limitations of Wing Chun being easily kited, and thus developed Jeet Kune Do on that basis.

Therefore, when the two of them looked at Kanai Shuichi, they felt some approval, but that was all.

The approval was for his obsession with combat techniques.