I practiced in the United States

The appearance of the two people on the stage obviously attracted the attention of many tourists.

Although other performances, culture, etc. are also entertaining to a certain extent, they are nothing compared to the physical sparring between two people. It is not cheap to buy tickets for boxing matches.

Therefore, the few places in the stadium where fighting competitions are held are basically the areas with the largest flow of people.

But just judging from the appearance of the two, it seems that their strength is not equal at all.

At this time, Nie Zhaofeng was still wearing the clothes of Tiansheng Martial Arts School, and he looked like a professional, while Li Ang was just wearing casual clothes, and looked like a high school student who took leave to travel.

Apart from his clothes, Nie Zhaofeng is superior to Li Ang in both height and muscle dimensions. He is 1.9 meters tall, plus his muscles cannot be concealed by his clothes, and he has a big bald head. Even if he has never practiced martial arts at all, , and their combat effectiveness is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

On the other hand, Li Ang's coat basically completely concealed his figure, and he was basically useless except for being handsome.

Therefore, in comparison between the two, Li Ang is both the weak one and the one with overwhelming looks, so he won the support of almost all the female audiences present.

But in this way, the men who might have supported Li Ang's side all began to support Nie Zhaofeng for various reasons.

As soon as there is opposition, attention will naturally arise. At this point, the arena where they are located has completely become the area with the highest density of people in the entire venue.

There are basically no unified rules for fighting between Chuanwu because the martial arts learned are different. Some things commonly known as stipulations are not to attack the vital points, and there are basically not many restrictions on other things.

When the sparring began, Nie Zhaofeng stepped forward and punched. The power of his body made the audience exclaim.

As soon as Nie Zhaofeng took action, Li Ang felt the difference between this opponent and the coaches he had competed with before.

His basic skills are extremely solid. The key is that his physical talent is also very good. It can be seen that he has undergone strength training. At least in his judgment, the power of this punch will not be weaker than that of some boxing coaches.

"Arhat Boxing Technique?"

Li Ang asked casually while being stuck at the limit of the distance and dodging his punch.

Although he has not learned a lot of martial arts, he basically has a certain understanding of various martial arts.

"That's so fast! If it were me, I wouldn't be able to dodge it, I would have to block it."

Wright, who was watching the game in the audience, sighed.

Although Li Ang was invited by their martial arts school, to be honest, he didn't think highly of Li Ang.

After all, judging from his experience, when the skill difference between the two sides is not that huge, the side with the advantage in size will have a higher chance of winning, not to mention that Nie Zhaofeng's skills are not bad at all.

It was just that moment when Li Ang dodged that he finally regained some confidence.

"Good eyesight."

While Nie Zhaofeng responded, he leaned forward again and punched Li Ang on the chin.

But in his heart, the pressure was already rising. The timing and distance of Li Ang's dodge just now were too perfect, which made him subconsciously pay more attention.

The punch to the chin was a feint, and the real killing move was his sweeping kick. Unexpectedly, Li Ang dodged both of these moves lightly.

Li Ang's exquisite dodge naturally amazed the coaches in the audience, but to the audience, their impression was that Li Ang was being beaten by Nie Zhaofeng and could only keep dodging.

"My leg skills are good, but my boxing skills are average. I have strength, but my speed is too slow."

Li Ang stood with his hands behind his back, and even had time to comment on his previous moves.

Although this behavior is somewhat disrespectful, he himself doesn't get the respect he deserves anyway, so who cares?

Nie Zhaofeng was already a little anxious when he was dodged by Li Ang several times in succession. Now Li Ang's disdainful comments made his face even more uneasy. His whole body was black and red, like smoked sausage. .

"ha!"

Nie Zhaofeng shouted, and directly struck with a powerful Vajra Kick towards Li Ang's shoulder.

This time, Li Ang did not continue to dodge, but stood up from the ground, stretched out his hand, and blocked his high-speed kick.

"Wardfa! Just take it hard like this? Won't your wrist be broken?"

"You should take advantage of your speed? Why did you stop for a head-on confrontation?"

"I think he may really think of himself as a Kung Fu hero, otherwise how could he block other people's legs with his hands."

Although Li Ang's body didn't seem to move much, he directly blocked Nie Zhaofeng's leg attack with such a light grasp.

Nie Zhaofeng's expression suddenly changed. His original red-hot state suddenly felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on him. Only he, as the person involved, knew how heavy his kick was.

Because he was so angry just now, he didn't hold back his kick at all. If he kicked it on an ordinary person, it would definitely result in a fracture. Unless he had practiced horizontal martial arts, it was unlikely that anyone could resist his kick.

But Li Ang just blocked it, and when his legs came into contact with his hands, he didn't even feel the slightest feeling of pushing forward. It was enough to show that the power of Li Ang's hands just now was even greater than the power of his own legs. .

"I'll teach you how to use your fists."

As soon as Li Ang's voice reached Nie Zhaofeng's ears, his fist hit his chest.

He didn't even see clearly when the punch came.

The next moment, the sudden tightness in his chest made his eyes go black, and his body staggered back a few steps and fell into the crowd of people below the stage.

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"This is clearly a martial arts performance. I thought it was a real fight. It's really boring."

"That's right, he caught the kick with his hand, and then punched down a 1.9-meter-tall strong man. If the two of them weren't acting, I would have licked his feet."

"Why do I feel like I'm watching a kung fu movie? How is this different from what I see in other rings?"

"It's over so quickly? It's less than 30 seconds. Other rings have to fight for at least three to five minutes."

Most of the audience didn't really understand it. They only knew that Li Ang won, and it ended too quickly.

There were also many viewers who questioned whether they really fought.

Several coaches from their own martial arts schools in the audience were also a little panicked when they saw the head coach Nie Zhaofeng lying on the ground. They pinched his Ren Zhong and performed CPR.

When they lifted Nie Zhaofeng's clothes, they found that there was a bright red fist mark where Li Ang had just punched him.

A little closer, you can see that this is definitely not painted, but the actual subcutaneous capillary rupture and bleeding.

"Look at his calf, the place where he just blocked it with his hand."

A tourist also shouted in surprise.

Everyone looked and saw that there was a dark purple handprint at this location.

"Fuck, is this true? Are you using the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

A Chinese coach said with a look of seeing a ghost.

"What kind of fake match is this? One punch almost killed the person. This is too crazy. Is this Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Hou Lixie, what are his hands made of?"

The audience who saw the scars on Nie Zhaofeng's body clearly looked at Li Ang with awe and fear.

"Call an ambulance quickly, Coach Nie seems unable to wake up!"

"Yes, yes, call an ambulance quickly."

Among the coaches, no one knew who shouted this.

Someone just took out his mobile phone and was about to call. Nie Zhaofeng, who was lying on the ground motionless, suddenly opened his eyes slowly and waved his hand to stop him:

"Don't call an ambulance, I'm fine."

Li Ang was also a little amused watching from the side.

They were originally sparring, and it couldn't even be considered a formal match. Naturally, there was no waiver agreement signed, so Li Ang would definitely not really hit hard. His punch just now would at most make the bald man hold his breath for a while, and it was impossible to knock him out.

If hitting the chest can knock someone unconscious, then the ribs may be broken.

The reason why Nie Zhaofeng didn't want to wake up for a long time was naturally because he felt too embarrassed. With that size, he was knocked down by a punch. This made him embarrassed and he didn't know how to face the people around him. He could only pretend to be unconscious and try to get through this embarrassing time.

I don't know which bastard said to call an ambulance. How much money would it cost? He thought about it and compared with face, money is more important.

Now it's good, the strength has been tested, and his time as the head coach is over.

"Master Nie, wait."

Nie Zhaofeng was about to leave quietly, but was stopped by a voice behind him. The key is that he couldn't ignore it.

He had to force a poker face, turned his head expressionlessly and asked Li Ang behind him:

"Anything else?"

"Add WeChat."

"Scan me or I scan you."

Nie Zhaofeng uttered a few words with difficulty, always feeling like a 17-year-old pure high school girl being coerced by a 1.9-meter-tall man to ask for contact information.

"Okay, let's communicate more later."

Li Ang smiled and waved at him.

Of course, he didn't add people's WeChat because he had nothing to do, but he finally met someone who came out of Shaolin Temple and wanted to inquire about the news of Shaolin Temple's "Xisui Jing".

Li Ang returned to the small group. At this time, Aisha couldn't accept that Li Ang, who was just her sister's rustic male classmate a few minutes ago, now turned around and beat the head coach of the martial arts hall on the stage.

"Sure enough, Chinese people from the East always have some mysterious stories?"

Leanna also felt that she seemed to be unfamiliar with this classmate who had taken classes with her for two years. Yes, she didn't think that he would win the inter-school boxing championship one day.

During the time when Li Ang was on the stage, the coaches who were watching the game also found out Li Ang's identity through word of mouth. It turned out that he was a foreign aid specially invited by Huaqiang Martial Arts Hall. No wonder he was so powerful.

But if an unknown young man was so powerful, how powerful would the other master Chu Yuanfeng, who was even respected as a master by the director, be?

Next, the three of them toured the venue as if they were in management mode. Tourists were in awe and worship. Those staff members of the martial arts halls belonging to the Chinese Wushu Association were very polite to Li Ang and treated him like a master.

Aisha's heart beat very fast along the way, and suddenly she felt that her sister's initial proposal seemed to be fine.

On the other side, Yang Zhenghong, the director of the hall, who was drinking tea in the office to relieve his anxiety, also received a call from the coach.

"What? Won? Just one punch?"

He put down the teacup in his hand, picked it up again, and drank a big sip happily, feeling that he was really sure this time.

He knew Nie Zhaofeng's strength. Although his learning was rather complicated, he was definitely strong in the ring.

Yi Kong, who was the most satisfied with him, was probably a 50-50 match against him.

That's why he just scolded the director of Tiansheng Martial Arts School. He directly hit Nie Zhaofeng, definitely to hit their martial arts school in the face, but he was just hitting an egg on a stone.

At the same time, he felt a little guilty. He didn't know when he started to observe people with stereotypes.

Maybe it was because he was old. No matter what he did or what he chose, he liked to use his inherent experience to judge.

There must be no masters in small places? Young people must be weak? What his junior brother said must be unreliable?

Well, the junior brother's words were indeed unreliable. This time he guessed the dog shit luck.

Yang Zhenghong had already decided in his heart that after the exchange meeting, he must take the initiative to give Li Ang more money. He had already neglected him before, and if he didn't give him more money, he would really offend him.

Inside the venue, the people of the Chinese Wushu Association would naturally give Li Ang face, but the people of other associations might not.

Not to mention whether they had just seen Li Ang's performance on the stage, even if they really saw it, they would only regard it as a fancy move.

Just like the boxing exhibition hall they are visiting now, the little black man wearing boxing gloves on the sidelines is quite indignant that Li Ang, an Asian, is accompanied by two white beauties.

He always feels that the women of his country have been snatched away by foreigners.

"Hey, beautiful woman, do you want to experience boxing? This is the game of the truly brave, not comparable to those performances of kung fu."

Wearing a vest, Xiao Hei greeted Leanna and Aisha while showing off his arm muscles.

"Why don't we go over and take a look?"

Lianna knew that Leon had won the boxing championship and would definitely be interested in this place, so she also suggested.

Leon also nodded, but just as they walked over, this little black man took a pair of boxing gloves and threw them directly at Leon's feet, saying disdainfully:

"Hey, Kung Fu boy, have you learned Chinese Kung Fu? Or do you want to try it with me?"

Leon also smiled and was about to play boxing, which he hadn't touched for a long time, when suddenly a voice sounded behind them.

"How about I try it with you?"

The little black man who was just very pretentious immediately became visibly scared after seeing the owner of this voice.

"I think. There should be no need for this."

He did look down on Chinese Kung Fu, but this man's was an exception.

As an amateur boxer, he had been to the underground boxing ring out of curiosity before, and happened to see the scene of this man's enshrinement.

One night, three games, he defeated three gold medal boxers in the boxing ring in a row.

Let him go up and try this man, he hasn't lived enough.

But why did he come here? Could it be that he was really invited by the Chinese Wushu Association? That would be a big problem. The boxing association's championship might not be so easy to get.

Li Ang and others also turned around and found that the person who was talking had long hair. It was Chu Yuanfeng, who he had met yesterday and was also a foreign player.

He also saw Xiao Hei's performance just now, which showed that Master Chu was indeed something. No wonder Director Yang was so polite to him.

"Thank you."

Li Ang bowed his hands to thank him.

Although he didn't care about Xiao Hei's provocation, he was kind enough to help him speak, so he had to accept the favor.

"You're welcome. We are all martial artists."

Chu Yuanfeng also bowed his hands and said in return.

"By the way, I heard that Master Chu practices Tai Chi? I just have some questions I want to ask."

Li Ang wanted to find a master of Tai Chi before to learn about some issues related to Tai Chi. Now he has a candidate.

Many masters may not be able to fight in actual combat, but those who are strong in actual combat can definitely be called masters.

"If you have any questions, just say it."

Chu Yuanfeng is obviously not a person who likes to keep secrets.

After learning that Li Ang also wanted to learn Tai Chi, Chu Yuanfeng's first reaction was not to dissuade him from learning multiple martial arts like others, but to patiently explain to him the advantages of different versions of Tai Chi.

At the same time, according to Li Ang's original intention and needs for learning Tai Chi, as well as what he is good at, he recommended Tai Chi learning methods to Li Ang.

Although he is proficient in Tai Chi, he has actually learned many different schools of fighting techniques, and he doesn't think it has any impact on his practice of Tai Chi.

Li Ang also nodded repeatedly, thinking that he really asked the right person.

The communication between the two people sounded like a cloud in the clouds to Lyanna and Elsa, but there was always a sense of power.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is just like we hear two foreigners communicating about learning magic.

"I'll send you a document when I get back. It contains some learning videos and some experiences that should be helpful to you."

"Thank you very much."

Li Ang thanked him happily.

In fact, he didn't have a good impression of this so-called Master Chu when they first met. Now that he thinks about it, it was also because of his preconceived notion. Chu Yuanfeng didn't do anything wrong. The reason was just that Yang Zhenghong's treatment of people made him a little unhappy.

Soon, the time came to the third day, and the highlight of the exchange conference finally began.