Modern: I prove the supernatural as a mortal

Chapter 14 Is Chuanwu really in decline?

"How are you? Can you fight again?"

"Look at my fingers, what number is this?"

The referee squatted in front of Wang Renqing, stretched out his finger, tested whether he was awake, and asked.

"fine."

"I'm fine..."

Wang Renqing patted his cheeks with both hands, shook his body, and stood up again.

He spat out blood, looked at Yang Biao, and said in a deep voice, "I haven't lost yet, come again!"

"it is good."

"The game continues!"

The referee signaled.

This time, Wang Renqing took the lead in attacking. He stepped forward and attacked Yang Biao with Wing Chun Inch Fist.Faced with Wang Renqing's attack, Yang Biao appeared calm, even a little disdainful. He stepped forward, opened up every move, and launched a counterattack from time to time.Soon, the battle turned to Yang Biao again, he regained the initiative with a combination of punches, followed by a series of left and right punches, forcing Wang Renqing to retreat again.

Wang Renqing's boxing style gradually became chaotic.

Later, there was no trace of Wing Chun's routines at all, and almost all of them closed their eyes and swung their fists, forcing themselves to fight against Yang Biao.

Looking at these, Tang Li sighed softly.

Wang Renqing is about to lose.

In fact, it can be seen that Wang Renqing is not a person with a false name, he has a good attainment in Wing Chun.If it was only about the changes in the boxing style and the subtlety of the moves, the current Wang Renqing might have already won.

But in actual combat, Bide is not a routine or a move.

It's strength, speed, reaction, and even combat experience.

None of these.

No matter how rigorous the routine is.

Another subtle move.

It is just water without a source, a tree without roots, and there is no way to use it at all.

……

On the ring, Wang Renqing's footsteps were already messy, and his training clothes were also stained with blood. While retreating, he was hit by another punch from Yang Biao, and he staggered back, his body swaying, and finally, unable to hold on anymore, he fell on his back On the ground, he fainted.

"doctor!"

"Doctor, come and see!"

The referee called a doctor to check Wang Renqing's condition.

Yang Biao raised his arms high and declared victory on the ring.

Wang Renqing was carried on a stretcher, with his eyes closed, delirious and unable to wake up for a long time.

There was a moment of silence in the seats of Wing Chun sects around.

[The master is defeated, I declare that Chuanwu has fallen. 】

[Hehe, Chuanwu was originally a lie, it was just some routine, and now it just makes people see its true colors more clearly. 】

[So Ye Wen hit ten for one, is it true? 】

【From now on, don't have any illusions about Chuanwu and waste my feelings. 】

……

……

In the live broadcast room, barrage comments kept appearing.Ridicule, disappointment, questioning, and ridicule, condemned Chuanwu.Occasionally, one or two defended Chuanwu, saying that the victory or defeat of one or two games did not mean anything at all, but they were quickly submerged, like one or two occasionally splashed drops of water, submerged in the raging waves.

Tang Li turned off the live broadcast and stopped watching these comments.

I couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional in my heart.

Chuanwu, is it really down?
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Ningshan City, Commercial Center Plaza.

A two-story building, located in the middle of the square, occupies a vast area, with avant-garde shape and eye-catching.On the facade, the word "Longwu" hangs. It has been carefully designed. At a glance, it looks like a dragon entrenched. It is exquisite and a little grim.

It is the Dragon Martial Arts Hall.

At this time, in the office on the second floor of the martial arts hall.

"This live broadcast of the competition has more than 3000 viewers. It ranked first in Lie Ya's popularity that day, and the circle index exceeded [-]. Many forums and post bars mentioned Dragon Martial Arts, which aroused discussions. The effect is very good."

Someone is reporting data.

This martial arts competition was broadcast live throughout, and it attracted a lot of attention and discussions.

"very good."

"Vice-President Yang, you've worked hard."

Jiang Xianlong sat in the seat, crossed his hands to support his chest, looked satisfied, turned to look at Yang Biao, and said.

Yang Biao sat in the chair and said: "This is all due to Mr. Jiang's decision. We hired those old guys in the martial arts world with good intentions. They are all self-confident and unwilling to support the Dragon Martial Arts Hall. How could they think that, Today, our Dragon Martial Arts Hall has gained a reputation by relying on our own strength. We don’t need them at all, and our Dragon Martial Arts Hall can become a well-known martial arts hall in Ningshan City and even the whole country.”

"Huh, in today's era, there is no longer an environment for Chuanwu to gain a foothold and develop. Those people in the Chuanwu world are all behind closed doors and cherish their own brooms. Once in the ring, any routines and moves have become a bastard. Fist, ridiculous."

There was disdain in Yang Biao's words.

Jiang Xianlong pondered in his eyes, and said: "Since we have done this, we must maximize the value. Then arrange some people to guide public opinion, so that the popularity of this matter will be higher, and the Dragon Martial Arts Hall will be known to more people. .”

"Let the bullet fly for a while."

"Hehehehe--"

In the office, Jiang Xianlong's triumphant laughter sounded.

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Tick.

Tick.

Rain drops.

A shower had just stopped, and the weather was rarely cool.

In the old house, Tang Li was chatting and listening to music with Ke Yiyang.

"Master Ke, what do you think of Chuanwu?"

During the chat, Tang Li asked Ke Yiyang.

The competition in the Dragon Martial Arts Hall made him a little curious about "Chuan Wu".

"Oh?" Ke Yiyang looked at Tang Li, and said, "Why do you suddenly ask such a question? Did you watch the competition at the Dragon Martial Academy two days ago?"

"You also know about the competition in the Dragon Martial Hall?"

Tang Li said unexpectedly.

Although the match between Yang Biao and Wang Renqing had come to an end, it sparked an upsurge of discussion on the Internet.Chuanwu was once again questioned. Countless suspicions, criticisms, and even ridicule and ridicule made Chuanwu's status and inheritance arouse controversy.

Ke Yiyang said: "I'm not an old antique, I also read the trending ones, how could I not know about these things?"

"You asked me what I think about Chuanwu. The word Wu has existed since ancient times. Chuanwu has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has integrated the experience and wisdom of countless predecessors. How can it be the victory or defeat of one or two games? Definition? It is true that in today's era, the influence of martial arts has been declining, but any wisdom and knowledge are developed and changed with the times. The experience and wisdom of martial arts not only lies in the way of martial arts, but also As the years change, it is integrated into people's lives. This is the meaning of spreading martial arts."

"Chuanwu represents a kind of culture, and it is not used to compare who is stronger or weaker. If you really want to compare yourself, who can compare with bullets?"

"It's just that Chuanwu has been questioned repeatedly, and the current situation seems a bit difficult." Tang Li said.

"If Chuanwu is really outdated, it will naturally be eliminated by the times, and there is no pity. But if Chuanwu's wisdom, experience, and inheritance value, it will not be because of the victory or defeat of one or two games, or some people. Comments, and therefore down. Time will tell."

"Since you are interested in Chuanwu, I have a few books here, you can read them when you have time."

With that said, Ke Yiyang took out a few old books from the room, put them on the table, and said to Tang Li.

(End of this chapter)