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Chapter 917: Chapter 917 Charmy Kims
The news of the vice president of the Martial Arts Association’s impending duel had already become the talk of the town!
Tickets to Brighton Lake had even inflated by more than a hundredfold!
Rising directly to five thousand yuan!
Even so, the over thirty thousand tickets that went on sale were all snapped up in an instant.
Many people, even with money in hand, could not buy one.
Some wealthy businessmen even lodged complaints against the managers of Brighton Lake, hoping for more tickets to be released so that they could witness the grandeur of a grandmaster for themselves.
But the managers of Brighton Lake were also helpless.
The lake itself was not large, and they needed to reserve enough spacious area for the duel to take place.
Over thirty thousand people were already the limit.
Any more, and people would be squeezed into the lake.
As for the scalpers’ ticket prices, they were rumored to have soared to a hundred thousand yuan each!
But even so, tickets were still extremely hard to find.
At this moment.
Dawn was just breaking.
An elderly man wearing a conical hat and carrying a fishing rod approached the entrance of Brighton Lake.
"What are you doing here!"
The ticket attendant inquired.
It was just past five in the morning, and the eastern sky was just starting to show a hint of daybreak.
Because of the duel, they were worried about visitors sneaking in and causing unnecessary trouble.
So they worked in shifts day and night, guarding the place.
Who would have thought that someone would come this early in the morning?
"Fishing, keeping an appointment," said the elder with a smile.
"Sorry, this place is temporarily closed to the public."
The ticket attendant explained patiently.
Although he was tired.
It was still an hour away from the end of his shift.
That night, he had no idea how many people he had turned away.
Dozens?
Or hundreds?
He couldn’t remember anymore.
There had even been a scuffle at midnight.
Local wealthy youths came in groups, trying to force their way in.
After being stopped,
they started shoving and cursing.
In the end, it wasn’t until law enforcement arrived that the group of young nobles were driven away.
Tiring.
They were really tired.
A single duel had worn them out.
And the worst part was, these people still couldn’t get tickets!
As staff members, they couldn’t even get a single ticket!
It was inevitable they felt some resentment.
"I’m here for an appointment, please do me a favor and let me through," the elder spoke up again.
"Not even for an appointment! No matter what your reasons, we’re closed to the public! I don’t want to explain again, okay?"
Bang!
The ticket attendant closed the window impatiently.
He had repeated the same thing a thousand times over the course of the night.
His patience had long been exhausted.
"Old man, don’t waste your energy!"
Just then, a fat man walked out, looking exhausted and said, "I’ve been squatting here all night and can’t find a chance to get in! You, with your age, should just go back home."
He shook his head and sighed.
The scalpers were too greedy; the prices were absurd.
Now, it was said that one ticket had been inflated to hundreds of thousands.
And on the market, it was hard to distinguish between genuine and fake tickets.
If one ended up with a fake, it would be a huge loss.
The fat man had spent the night hoping to sneak in amidst the chaos.
During the argument between the ticket attendant and the young nobles, he had managed to slip inside.
But once in, he found there were still many patrolling, and he was discovered.
After being found out, he was promptly kicked out.
By the time it got light, the fat man had given up.
No chance.
And it was unlikely there would ever be one.
"No worries, I must get inside," the elder said sincerely, smiling as he knocked on the glass again.
"What now!" the ticket attendant yelled impatiently, "I told you, no entry! If you want to enter, bring a ticket!"
Without a ticket, it was impossible to let anyone in!
Really, if they didn’t require tickets, perhaps a million people would pour into Brighton Lake that day!
A grandmaster duel!
Originally, the Martial Arts Association was only known within martial artist circles, but now, with the Huntington family fuelling the hype,
Almost the entire country knows about this association.
Martial arts orthodoxy!
What kind of strength must one possess to be called an exponent of martial arts orthodoxy?
The Martial Arts Association also hoped to use this opportunity to become renowned throughout the world!
"I don’t have a ticket, but I have this."
The old man took out a certificate from his bosom and handed it to the ticket seller.
"It’s no use! Whatever certificate you have, it won’t work..."
The ticket seller took the certificate, casually flipped through it and realized the name on it was very familiar.
"Old man, give it up!"
The fat man shook his head at the side, "Otherwise, I can call a scalper, and we can talk about the price?"
At such a time, no kind of identification would be useful.
It was a duel!
How many people waited with bated breath.
"Hey, what are the names of the two people dueling tomorrow?"
The ticket seller asked out of curiosity.
"The vice-chairman of the Martial Arts Association, Charmy Kims, and Julius Reed," said the colleague in a low voice.
These past few days, he had come to remember the names—Charmy Kims and Julius Reed.
The entire capital was creating a buzz for them!
"Hey!"
The ticket seller said with a smile, "Look at this certificate in my hand, it also says Charmy Kims. Anyone who didn’t know better might think this old man is the vice-chairman of the Martial Arts Association."
"What kind of certificate is it?"
The colleague asked absentmindedly.
"Let me take a look!"
Snap!
The ticket seller closed the certificate and began to read aloud, "Martial arts associa..."
But when he saw the four big characters on it!
He suddenly lost his voice.
The hand holding the certificate began to shake.
Then, the ticket seller almost dumbly raised his head to scrutinize the old man dressed as a fisherman in front of him.
His eyeballs nearly fell to the ground.
"Is it okay now?"
Charmy Kims took back the certificate, smiling as he asked.
"Ye... yes..."
The ticket seller’s legs gave out, and he slumped into the chair.
"Thank you."
Charmy Kims nodded with a smile and walked over to the main entrance.
At this moment.
The steel gate was tightly closed, fearing that someone might barge in without permission.
The gate was made of very strong welded steel reinforcement!
Even a truck ramming into it might not be able to force it open.
"Old man, what are you going to do?"
The fat man asked curiously.
"Going in."
After speaking, Charmy Kims shouldered his fishing rod, placing his hands directly on the gate.
Szzzz...
A sound of steel breaking echoed.
At the gate, sparks flew in all directions!
The supposedly unbreakable steel reinforcement, at that moment, was being slowly torn open as if it were made of paper.
And then.
Charmy Kims stepped in with long strides.
"I... damn..."
The fat man, shaking, took out his smartphone and started recording a video.
As he recorded, he spoke with immense excitement, "Folks, although not at the same time, but in the same park! Just now, someone tore open the gate and went in! My God... is this even human?"
He approached the torn steel reinforcement, capturing the breaks on camera.
"There’s nothing you guys can’t imagine, nothing I, the Fat One, can’t do. Today I plan to live stream for everyone..."
"Stop filming!"
A staff member grabbed his phone, poised to smash it on the ground!
"Wait! Hold on..."
The fat man hastily intervened, "If you’re going to smash it, fine, but let me get out of the way first, then smash."
"What do you mean?"
The staff member was somewhat puzzled.
"This is a Galaxy Note7, if you smash it, I’m afraid it’ll explode!"
The fat man spoke up.
"Damn it!"
The staff member shivered, feeling the phone getting hotter in his hand, and hurriedly threw it back, "Don’t let it happen again!"
"Absolutely! For sure!"
The fat man grabbed his phone and quickly left.
Meanwhile.
Inside the ticket booth.
The ticket seller was sweating profusely, his lips pale.
He picked up the walkie-talkie, trembling as he pressed the talk button, "Charmy... Charmy Kims is here..."
