This actor needs more money

"You're the only one who's interesting."

Looking at the bald man, Ding Xiu said.

Among such a group of people, he felt from the beginning that only this big man could fight, and one of them was strong and strong.

The muscles trained in martial arts are different from those trained in the gym. If you look carefully, there is a big difference.

The second is that the eyes are different.

Those who have actual combat experience have sharp eyes and a different aura. Even if such people are short, they will still stand out in a crowd.

The bald head in front of me has a certain aura.

Ding Xiu guessed that he either had practiced martial arts for many years or had practiced modern combat fighting before.

Taking the gloves from the unconscious brother, the bald man slowly put them on and started a sparring stance towards Ding Xiu.

Protect your head with both hands, slightly arch your body, and move your feet forward and back, forming a triangle with your upper body.

"If you hit them, you are indeed bullying them. I'll play with you."

"Brother Wang, fuck him."

"Wang Chong takes action, this response should be stable."

"120, are you ready? Don't let anything happen for a while."

"Brother Wang, come on."

"Brother Wang has practiced Sanda for ten years. This kid is in danger."

"Everyone, please spread out a little, so as not to affect your senior brother's performance."

Unlike these brothers who had been practicing Wing Chun, Wang Chong had practiced Sanda before and had also competed in professional competitions. By chance, he became a Wing Chun disciple with the purpose of learning the punching and punching techniques in Wing Chun.

There is a saying that many Wing Chun moves are not suitable for fighting in the ring, but the force-generating techniques are still worth learning.

After several years of training, Wang Chong feels that his combat effectiveness is much higher than before.

It's a pity that he learned it a little late. At first, the master refused to teach him. It took him several years to teach him. By the time he learned it, he was already too old to compete in the ring.

No, now I open a boxing gym and make a living.

The reason why I came here today was because a senior brother said he had an appointment with a master from the Mainland. He had nothing to do and came over to take a look. As a result, he saw his junior brother being KO'd with one move.

Seeing that Ding Xiu had some skills, with sharp moves and decisive strikes, he was afraid that no one here could beat him, so he decided to take action to communicate.

Both fists collided, and Wang Chong said in a deep voice: "I won't bully you. If you lose, just apologize. I know you are a celebrity. If you don't succeed, avoid the word Wing Chun in the future."

Ding Xiu said: "Okay, don't say sorry, I can kowtow to you on both ends."

Wang Chong was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the young man in front of him to be so strong: "That's not necessary, who hasn't been young yet, just apologize."

Hooking his hand towards Wang Chong, Ding Xiu said calmly: "I'm waiting for you to let me apologize."

Having said this, it would be pointless to continue talking. Wang Chong kept his fists steady and tentatively moved towards Ding Xiu slowly with his feet, his upper body swaying slightly.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer, Wang Chong took advantage of his unpreparedness and punched Ding Xiu, but Ding Xiu dodged by leaning back.

After failing to succeed in the attack, Wang Chong quickly retreated, feeling a lot heavier in his heart. Normally, he would have taken advantage of the victory and charged forward long ago.

He just didn't panic in the face of Ding Xiu's understatement, but he still didn't dare to gamble. If he was a master, he would just give food to him.

"If you don't do it, then I'll do it." Seeing that he was still looking for a loophole, Ding Xiu didn't get used to it and kicked him from the side towards the head.

Wang Chong subconsciously protected his head. Faced with this kind of attack, he was very experienced. As long as he dodged, he would grab his legs, bully him, and punch him. Even if Ding Xiu was not KOed in the end, he would still have to take care of him. A little hurt.

"boom!"

The instep kicked on the elbow, and the impact hit his head. Wang Chong felt his head buzzing, and his mind went blank for two seconds. His body couldn't help but staggered to the side.

When he came to his senses, he realized that he had just forgotten to grab his leg. The look in Ding Xiu's eyes was wrong, and his heart suddenly became heavy.

He used to be a professional boxer and had practiced his ability to withstand blows. His physical ability to take a beating was much better than that of ordinary people. The force of Ding Xiu's kick could make his mind go blank for two seconds. If it had been any other senior brother, he would have been lying down immediately.

In fact, Ding Xiu didn't hit him immediately. If he had rushed over, these two seconds would have been enough for him to be KOed.

However, Ding Xiu didn't make him feel better. After a sweeping kick, he immediately slid forward and kicked his chest with the next kick.

Wang Chong shouldered the kick and hugged Ding Xiu's thigh with both hands. He felt his chest was tight and his stomach was churning. He couldn't care too much and swept his right foot towards Ding Xiu's lower body.

Ding Xiu stood up on one foot and jumped, spinning his body in the air. He turned around and kicked him again. This time, Wang Chong didn't catch it and was kicked back again and again.

With two simple steps, it was like filming a movie, and everyone around was dumbfounded.

"Holy crap, if this wasn't a temporary date, I would have thought it was filming."

"Brother Xiu is bringing Kung Fu to reality."

"Awesome!"

"It seems that professional boxers can't help but fight."

"Brother Wang is observing the situation and using his body to block attacks to test the weight of Ding Xiu's feet. Just watch, the counterattack is coming soon."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Wang Chong coughed as his ribs hurt a bit, gritted his teeth and strode towards Ding Xiu. His long-distance attacks didn't give him any advantage, so he kept close to him and hit the ground.

It can be seen that Ding Xiu must have strong leg skills. As long as he is close or locked, he still has to lie down.

Three steps closer, Wang Chong approached Ding Xiu. The distance between them was very short, less than an arm's length. Facing Ding Xiu's punch, he blocked it with his backhand and hit his ribs with his right fist.

This is Wing Chun's stall. He has practiced it many times before and has always succeeded.

It's just that this time it wasn't working well. Ding Xiu raised his knees to block the attack from under his ribs, and used his elbow to press the gun into his chest. The two actions were done in an orderly manner and in the blink of an eye.

Wang Chong's fist struck out, but it was not as fleshy as he imagined. He knew it was going to be over in an instant, but his years of fighting consciousness still made him protect his head.

At this point, there is no way to retreat. We can only choose to resist hard and then look for opportunities to counterattack.

"boom!"

A hard-as-iron elbow pressed against his chest. Wang Chong's vision turned black and he couldn't breathe. Then he felt pain in his ribs, one after another.

Ding Xiu was using him as a punching bag, punching him left and right.

With no other choice, Wang Chong hunched his body and gritted his teeth, pressing his arms tightly against his lower ribs, trying to use his arm muscles to block Ding Xiu's fist.

However, Ding Xiu's attacks were too fierce, each punch was harder than the last, and his arms were numb in just a few punches.

This was done while wearing gloves, which reduced the force a lot. If he didn't wear gloves, his arm would have lost all feeling.

"boom!"

While Wang Chong was still struggling to defend himself, Ding Xiu's fist suddenly came out from his chin.

"It's over!"

At this moment, this was the only thought in Wang Chong's mind.

Without giving him much mental activity, Ding Xiu hit his chin accurately with his fist. Wang Chong's head jerked upward, his eyes looked at the sky at 90 degrees, and he lay down straight.

Wing Chun, Cun Jin, and punching are all useless.

From start to finish, it took less than a minute. If this was placed in the ring, not even a single round would pass.

After eight years of Sanda and three years of Wing Chun, he still can't beat an actor. What a huge irony.

And what the heck is Ding Xiu’s ridiculously standard boxing stance? Why did the promised Bajiquan become a Sanda style? He has a lot of fighting experience. He was unhurried throughout the whole process. An old boxer was in front of him. They were all eaten to death.

"We are not convinced, and the agreed martial arts competition has become a sparring match."

"Senior Brother Wang uses his gloves to influence his performance."

"Wing Chun's arm hands, frustrated hands, teasing hands, breaking hands, sinking bridges, and sticking hands. None of them require the use of five fingers. You can't use them with your fists."

"Ding Xiu, let's play without gloves. Do you dare?"

Facing the chatter of more than a dozen people, Ding Xiu took off his boxing gloves, took a horse stance that was ten times more standard than a Wing Chun disciple, and gestured with the Bajiquan frame with both hands.

"Next."

"I come."

A thin boy with a flat head pushed past everyone and walked out.

With bare hands and a man occupying the center line, he is also using Wing Chun stance.

"Peace is the most important thing in a martial arts contest. End it, three, two, one, start."

"Baji collapse!"

Ignoring the so-called punch, Ding Xiu got closer and used his hands and feet to sweep forward at the same time. In an instant, the young man flew out and hit the ground with a thud, foaming at the mouth.

The place was so eerily quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Many people opened their mouths and looked at Ding Xiu as if he saw a ghost.

I have seen such a fierce one, but I have never seen such a fierce one. I thought he was good at Sanda, but I didn't expect that the Baji Quan was even more powerful, and he could knock people away with just one move. It was so scary.

Who the hell would dare to do this?

Even a fool can see that Ding Xiu is not at the same level as them, the gap is too big.

Gently adjusting his collar, Ding Xiu glanced around. The people he targeted turned their heads one by one, either looking up at the sky or looking down at the ants. Anyway, they just didn't talk to each other.

"I shouldn't have to apologize, right?"

No one answered.

Raising his hand to look at his watch, Ding Xiu said to Wu Jing: "It's still early. There's no need to ask for leave in the afternoon. Let's have something to eat and go back to filming."

"Okay." Wu Jing's throat was a little dry, he swallowed and nodded subconsciously.

He had seen Ding Xiu beating more than a dozen people by himself, but that was a sparring match, which was different from today's situation.

Surrounded by more than 20 people, Ding Xiu could still be so calm, and he could kill three people with ease, while the others just didn't dare to say anything, he was so awesome.

If it were him, he would apologize first.

Lu Huiguang next to him was also ready for a group fight. Unexpectedly, more than twenty people were restrained by Ding Xiu, and no one dared to step forward.

The Bajiquan in Ding Xiu's hands was as fierce as a movie.

At this time, Ding Xiu took out his sunglasses and put them on, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the crowd with an expressionless face, looking very cool.

"Sorry, let me."

"Huh? Do you want to fight?"

"What are you looking at? Are you unwilling to accept a duel?"

Ding Xiu spoke very loudly and arrogantly, and Wu Jing was worried about him, worried that the gang would swarm him.

Walking out of the crowd, Ding Xiu was followed by the crew Wu Xing, and everyone looked at him with admiration.

The people watching had similar expressions.

After just two steps, a police car stopped on the side of the road and a few notes came down.

"When we receive an alarm and there are young and Dangerous people gathering to cause trouble, don't run away!"

"Put your head in your hands and take out your ID card."

"Here you are wearing sunglasses, put your head in your hands!"

"Uncle policeman, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

"Who are you calling uncle? I'm only twenty-two, so I don't have a playful smile. Hey, aren't you that person?"

No matter how hard it was, Ding Xiu, Wu Jing, the Wing Chun sect and others were still brought into the station. They entered at noon and were released in the evening.

Director Li Zizhong called Cheng Long. Cheng Long's people and Wing Chun did not pursue the case, so everyone settled the matter.

However, the video of Ding Xiu's martial arts competition was still obtained by the media, and it made headlines that day.

The entertainment media in Hong Kong are very bold. There is nothing they dare not say, and the headlines are very eye-catching.

"The Mainland boy punched Wing Chun, went to the meeting alone, and beat twenty with one."

"The showdown between Baji and Wing Chun, who says actors have no kung fu."

"Ding Xiu challenged the Hong Kong martial arts world alone. Wing Chun was defeated. Who can fight again?"

In just one day, Ding Xiu became famous in Hong Kong Island. He was the headline of every major entertainment weekly. The last time he was so popular was when Apple released it in Hong Kong Island.

In the Internet era, the mainland also received news that Ding Xiu went to Hong Kong Island to find someone to fight. Fans screamed one by one, saying that the fight was good and that they fully supported him.

The next day in the afternoon, after Ding Xiu finished filming, Wu Jing came over with a serious look on his face and held a magazine.

"Brother Xiu, the Wing Chun boss has spoken and wants to challenge you in public."

Ding Xiu glanced at the magazine. On the cover was an old man in his sixties with gray hair and heavy bags under his eyes. He was suddenly not interested.

"I won't fight."

"Can't beat it?"

"No, I'm afraid I'll have to kneel down and beg him not to die in less than three seconds."

Wu Jing: "..."

Ding Xiu turned the magazine to the end, looked at the pictures of beautiful women, and said lightly: "Forget it about old men and women. Even if they can really fight, they can't fight at their age. There's no point in bullying the elderly."

Boxing is afraid of young people. No matter how powerful you are when you are young, it is a fact that your body function declines when you get old. There are no diseases such as high blood pressure, diabetes, osteoporosis, cervical spine, and lumbar spine.

At this age, there are not many people who can fight.

Even if he could fight, he couldn't exert his energy a few times, and he would be out of breath after trembling.

Competing with people of this age group was completely bullying, and Ding Xiu couldn't resist.

Those who don’t know better think that he only picks out old people to fight, so how can they get away with it if word spreads about it.

Wu Jing: "Okay, then I'll ask the crew to respond, just say you don't hit the elderly."

Ding Xiu snorted slightly without moving his eyes away from the bikini beauty's body in the magazine.

That night, the news came out that Ding Xiu would not beat the elderly, causing a stir in the martial arts world.

"You don't beat the elderly, right? I'm thirty this year, so I'll beat them."

"Jia Zhenliang, of my Baihe sect, has practiced martial arts for twenty years and is willing to compete with Ding Xiu."

"Wing Chun Zheng Tao invites Ding Xiu to fight."

"Wu Style Tai Chi Dong Luyang invites Ding Xiu to fight."

"Bai Xingji, the descendant of Cai Lifu, is willing to fight."

Ding Xiu didn't know that this rejection was a big deal. Those who challenged him were all young and middle-aged people. In the end, all eight major martial arts schools in Hong Kong sent people to declare a challenge, and also set the prize money for the competition to 500,000. The bastard He was determined to have a fight with him and regain his position.

When Wu Jing trembled and handed the letter of challenge to Ding Xiu, Ding Xiu finally regained his energy.

"Wing Chun, Quanzhen, Cai Lifu, Bagua, Tai Chi, Karate, Hong Quan, and Baji are also here to join in the fun. This time it's a bit interesting. Say it for me, I will accept the bonus of one million."

Wu Jing was worried and trembling: "You really hit me. I'll find someone to reconcile. Let's have a drink and bow our heads."

"The total number of disciples of the eight major martial arts schools in Hong Kong is less than 100,000. I'm afraid you won't be able to go to the mainland if you win."