I will practice more in the United States

Chapter 176 Don’t call an ambulance, I’m fine

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.

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 clothing, 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 the combat effectiveness is much stronger than 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.

Due to the different martial arts learned, there are basically no unified rules for fighting between Chuanwu. Some of the common rules 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's 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 a row. Now Li Ang's disdainful comments made his face even more uneasy. His whole body was black and red, like smoked sausage. .

"what!"

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-warm 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 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, a sudden feeling of tightness in his chest made his vision go dark. He staggered back a few steps and fell into the crowd of people under the stage.

【Break limit point】+0.1
"This is obviously a martial arts performance. I thought it was a real fight. It's really boring."

"That's right, he caught the kick from someone with his hands, and then punched a strong man who was 1.9 meters tall and knocked him down. If the two of them weren't acting, I would have gone up to lick his feet. OK."

"Why do I feel like I'm watching a Kung Fu movie? How is this different from what I see in other arenas?"

"Is it over so soon? It's less than thirty seconds. Others have to fight in the ring for at least three to five minutes."

Most of the audience actually didn't understand it very well. They only knew that Li Ang won the battle and it ended too quickly.

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

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 him and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

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

If you get a little closer, you can see that this is definitely not a painting, but actual capillary rupture and bleeding under the skin.

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

Some tourists also shouted in surprise.

When everyone took a look, a dark purple handprint appeared in this position.

"Damn it, it's real or fake, are you talking about the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

A Chinese coach looked like he had seen a ghost and said something foul.

"What the hell is this fake competition? You can almost kill someone with one punch. This is so crazy. Is this Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Hou Li Crab, what are his hands made of?"

The spectators who clearly saw the scars on Nie Zhaofeng's body turned to awe and fear when they looked at Li Ang.

"Hurry up and call an ambulance. Coach Nie seems to be unable to wake up!"

"Yes, yes, call an ambulance."

Among the coaches, I don’t know who shouted this.

Someone just took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call. Nie Zhaofeng, who was lying motionless on the ground, suddenly slowly opened his eyes, waved his hand to stop him and said:
"Don't call an ambulance, I'm fine."

Li Ang looked on with amusement.

They were just competing, and it wasn't even a formal match. Naturally, they didn't sign a liability exemption agreement. Therefore, Li Ang would definitely not really hit hard. The punch he just made could at most make the bald man hold his breath for a while, no. Maybe knock him out.

If hitting someone in the chest could knock someone out, their ribs might be broken.

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

He didn't know which bastard said that if he wanted to call an ambulance, how much would it cost? He thought about it, and compared with face, money was more important. Now it's okay, my strength has indeed been tested, and I, as the head coach, have finally come to an end.

"Master Nie, wait."

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

He had no choice but to put on a poker face, turned his head to Li Ang behind him expressionlessly and asked:
"Is there anything else?"

"Add WeChat."

"You sweep me or I sweep you."

Nie Zhaofeng struggled to spit out a few words from his mouth, always feeling like he was a 17-year-old innocent high school girl being coerced by a 1.9-meter-tall man to ask for her contact information.

"Okay, let's talk more later."

Li Ang smiled and waved at him.

Naturally, he was not just idle and adding people on WeChat, but he finally met someone who came out of the Shaolin Temple and wanted to inquire about the Shaolin Temple's "Marrow Cleansing Sutra".

Li Ang returned to the small group. At this time, Aisha couldn't accept it. 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 gym on the stage.

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

Lyanna also felt that she didn't recognize this classmate who had been in class with him for two years. Also, she never thought at the beginning that he would one day win the inter-school boxing competition championship.

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

But if a little-known young man is so powerful, how strong should Master Chu Yuanfeng Chu, who even the director of the museum respects as master, be?
Next, the three of them visited the venue as if they were in manager mode. The tourists were in awe and admiration, and the staff of the martial arts gyms belonging to the Chinese Martial Arts Association were all very polite to Li Ang. He serves me like an uncle.

Aisha's heart was beating very fast along the way, and she suddenly felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong with her sister's initial proposal.

On the other side, the curator Yang Zhenghong, 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 quickly, and took a long sip. He felt that this time it was really stable.

He knew Nie Zhaofeng's strength. Although his knowledge was relatively mixed, but when he really saw it in the ring, his strength was absolutely as strong as anyone's.

Yi Kong, whom he was most satisfied with, was probably within five to five against him.

That's why he scolded the director of Tiansheng Martial Arts School just now. He slapped Nie Zhaofeng directly. It was definitely to slap their martial arts school in the face. He could only hit the egg and hit the stone.

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

Maybe it’s because I’m older, no matter what I do or what I choose, I like to use my own inherent experience to judge.

There must be no masters in a small place? Does being young mean you have poor strength? What his junior brother said must be unreliable?

Well, the younger brother's words are indeed unreliable. This time, he was lucky to guess.

Yang Zhenghong has secretly decided in his heart that after the exchange meeting is over, he must take the initiative to give Li Ang more money. He has already neglected him before, and if he doesn't give more money, he will really offend him.

Inside the venue, people from the Chinese Martial Arts Association will naturally show off to Li Ang, but this may not necessarily be the case for people from other associations.

Not to mention whether they saw Li Ang's performance on stage just now, even if they did see it, they would only regard it as a show of force.

Just like the boxing exhibition hall they were visiting now, the black man wearing boxing gloves on the sidelines was quite unhappy with Li Ang, an Asian, with two white beauties beside him.

He always felt like women from his own country were snatched away by foreigners.

"Hey, beauty, do you want to experience boxing? This is the game for the real brave, and it can't be compared with the kung fu used in performances."

Xiao Hei was wearing a vest, showing off the muscles on his arms while greeting Lyanna and Elsa.

"How about we go take a look?"

Lyanna knew that Li Ang had won a boxing championship and would definitely be interested in this place, so she also suggested it.

Li Ang also nodded, but as soon as a few people walked over, this little black guy took a pair of boxing gloves, threw them at Li Ang's feet, and said disdainfully:
"Hey, Kung Fu Boy, have you ever learned Chinese Kung Fu? Or do you want to give it a try with me?"

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

"How about I come and have a try with you?"

Xiao Hei, who had been very pretentious just now, immediately became visibly frightened after seeing the owner of the voice.

"I think there shouldn't be any need."

He does look down on Chinese Kung Fu, except for this man.

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

In one night, three games, he defeated three gold medal boxers in a row.

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

But why did he come here? Could it be that he was really invited here by the Chinese Martial Arts Association? That's a big problem. The boxing association's championship may not be that easy to win.

Li Ang and others also turned around and found that the speaker had long hair. It was Chu Yuanfeng who he had seen yesterday and was also a foreign aid.

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

"Thank you very much."

Li Ang cupped his hands and thanked him.

Although he didn't care about Xiao Hei's provocation to him, he had good intentions to help him after all, so he had to accept this.

"You're welcome, they are all martial arts practitioners."

Chu Yuanfeng also bowed his hand and said in return.

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

Li Ang had wanted to find a Tai Chi master to learn about some issues related to Tai Chi, and he just found the right person.

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

"You have a problem but it's okay to say it."

Chu Yuanfeng was obviously not a secretive person.

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 different versions of Tai Chi to him. What are the advantages of each.

At the same time, based on 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 himself is proficient in Tai Chi, he has actually learned many fighting techniques from different schools, and he does not feel that it has any impact on his practice of Tai Chi.

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

The exchange between the two sounded like a blur to Lyanna and Elsa, but there was always a sense of unknown severity.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is just like hearing two foreigners communicating and learning magic.

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

"Thank you very much."

Li Ang replied happily.

In fact, when they first met, he didn't have a good impression of the so-called Master Chu. Now that he thought about it, he was the one who made the preconception. Chu Yuanfeng actually didn't do anything wrong. The reason was just Yang Zhenghong's way of giving food to others. He was just a little unhappy.

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

(End of this chapter)