A martial arts seminar without martial art exhibitions and sparring would be like a bar without alcohol and girls; it wouldn’t be much of a martial arts seminar. 

Sparring could not come without a stage and this stage was set on the ring platform of Jinding. Representatives went onstage to display their martial arts. Media reporters gathered under the stage as well as a live broadcast to television stations in the region. The venue was bustling with activity. 

The martial arts seminars in the past were all great flops. The people who’d attended were fakes who paid to show their faces and had no real martial art skills but were very good at bragging. The martial arts those people had shown were also just for show and the martial arts seminar had become a laughingstock, making martial arts a joke in turn. The Cultural Bureau had resolved to do things properly this time, and investigated openly and in secret to invite only those with real skills. Right now, a Shaolin monk was on the platform boxing ring displaying some Shaolin Wuhequan*. His fists whooshed with every punch, his movements were nimble, and he was prepared for...