Li Mu is extremely dissatisfied with the behavior of some people in society who want to make money in the name of martial arts masters, but after all, others are talking lightly, and there are huge interests involved. Even if he is dissatisfied, it is just disapproving.
, and have no ability to correct this deformity.
From this perspective, several fighters have sprung up in China who specialize in fighting counterfeiting. They specifically seek out so-called ancient martial arts masters to compete with real swords and guns, thus exposing their true colors as liars. This has indeed played a certain role in purifying the ancient martial arts community.
positive effect.
But these so-called anti-counterfeiting fighters on the Internet don’t have many good things themselves.
They only challenge the ancient martial arts master because of their interests. After all, in modern society, if there are topics, there will be traffic, and if there is traffic, there will be money.
Behind these anti-counterfeiting people in the fighting circle, there is usually a team responsible for packaging and publicity. They first formulate a plan, then publicize it, initiate public opinion online, and arouse national attention before taking the next step.
Because these anti-counterfeiters are second-rate fighters themselves and have no access to national or even provincial or municipal fighting circles, the martial arts masters they dare to challenge are either older, female, or those with thin bodies.
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For those real martial arts masters who have participated in actual combat competitions and proven themselves, these anti-counterfeiters will never take the initiative to challenge them. Those who dare to challenge are all fake masters who are sure to beat the opponent.
Just like now, this Internet anchor named Mao Shengliang became famous on the Internet by beating up the fake Chuanwu master.
A large number of people gathered in the small square of the park to watch the fun, and more than a dozen network anchors set up their mobile phones to broadcast the scene live.
An anchor said to the camera with foaming mouth: "Dear brothers and sisters, the person that Brother Mao wants to beat today is called Hu Zongfei. He created his own Hu style Tai Chi and has many disciples and disciples in Wencheng. It's still Wencheng.
One of the members of the Ancient Martial Arts Association."
Another anchor also looked excitedly at the camera in the crowd: "Let Brother Mao try Master Hu's skills today! Now that the competition contract has been signed, Brother Mao can let go!"
In the small square, Hu Zongfei was wearing a large Tai Chi training suit and black training shoes embroidered with yin and yang Tai Chi diagrams. He stretched out his hands confidently and put on a defensive posture.
Mao Shengliang was wearing a fighting protective suit and a protective helmet. He did a few sparring and kicking movements at the scene, jumped a few times on the spot, and lightly touched his fists: "Mr. Hu, are you ready?" p>
Standing next to him was a middle-aged referee wearing sportswear. After hearing Mao Shengliang's words, the referee turned to look at Hu Zongfei: "Mr. Hu, are you ready?"
Hu Zongfei nodded: "In Hu Style Tai Chi, it doesn't matter whether I am prepared or not. I can react at any time when facing the enemy's attack! I am worried now that this young man will be in trouble if he suffers internal injuries when he fights with me.
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Hu Zongfei is a relatively well-known person in the Wencheng martial arts circle. When he said this now, the referee seemed to believe it and looked at Mao Shengliang: "Mao Shengliang, you heard it too. Mr. Hu was worried about the game for a while, and he lost his inner strength.
If I hurt you, it will be troublesome if I give you internal injuries. Are you sure you want to continue the competition?"
Mao Shengliang laughed loudly and glanced at Hu Zongfei contemptuously: "Inner strength? I'm so scared! Now you are bragging about your inner strength!"
He chuckled and said: "As long as those of you who teach martial arts can get a decent ranking in a regular fighting competition, I will consider you to be capable! Wake up, do you still have the energy? That's something in novels and movies and TV shows.
, do you think I will believe it?"
"Well said!"
"We should punish these false masters!"
"Damn it, what age are we in, and you are really bragging that you have the ability to become a world fighting champion!"
There was a burst of applause from the crowd of onlookers, and many people supported Mao Shengliang.
However, some people can't stand Mao Shengliang's approach.
"Damn it, what does it mean for a young man to bully an old man?"
"Hu Zongfei is almost 70 years old, and he is smaller than him in weight and height. He is not a heavyweight at all. How can we compete? Isn't this obviously bullying?"
Amidst the noise of these people, Li Mu came to Hu Zongfei and said, "Old Hu, are you crazy?"
He often exercises in this park and is an old acquaintance with Hu Zongfei, who often teaches in the park.
When Hu Zongfei was teaching his disciples, he saw Li Mu watching and enthusiastically wanted to teach Li Mu Tai Chi for free, but Li Mu refused.
Later, Li Mu trained himself, and Hu Zongfei taught his apprentices beside him. As time went by, those who came and went became familiar with each other.
After exercising in the morning, I sweat a lot and need to replenish water. Hu Zongfei has many disciples, most of whom are middle-aged and elderly people nearby. These people have money and leisure and pay attention to body maintenance, so they will bring enough mineral water to their teachers or friends in advance.
Drink.
Sometimes Hu Zongfei would ask someone to give a few bottles to Li Mu who was practicing martial arts next to him.
If you drink someone else's water, you can't drink it for free.
Now seeing that Hu Zongfei was out of his mind and wanted to compete with Mao Shengliang, Li Mu decided to persuade him to put an end to this farce.
When Hu Zongfei saw Li Mu walking over, his confident expression suddenly turned bitter: "Xiao Mu, are you here?"
He sighed: "People have already challenged me, I have to accept it! I have hundreds of apprentices now, and they all admire me. If I don't dare to challenge, how will I face my apprentices in the future?
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This old man's family is not in a good situation. His wife is seriously ill and is in hospital. He relies on the money he earns from being an apprentice to treat his wife's illness.
If you don't dare to accept the challenge and spread it out on the Internet, you will really be unable to recruit any more disciples, and your only source of livelihood will probably be cut off.
This Hu Zongfei has some kung fu. If he fights with ordinary people, ordinary people are really no match for him.
After all, if the anti-joint techniques in traditional martial arts are used properly, an 80-year-old man can beat an 18-year-old boy until he cannot take care of himself.
The people who follow Hu Zongfei to practice martial arts are all middle-aged and elderly people in their thirties and forties. These people practice martial arts to keep fit. Occasionally, there are a few who are not convinced by Hu Zongfei's ability and want to compete with Hu Zongfei, but almost all of them are rejected.
Hu Zongfei's easy uniform.
Maybe as time went by, this old man got a little too arrogant. He even dared to accept the challenge from a professional athlete like Mao Shengliang. This was totally risking his life.
But he also has his own difficulties. After all, he has accepted so many apprentices and the tuition is not cheap. If he doesn't bite the bullet and accept the challenge, it will really be a bit embarrassing for him.
I guess this old man’s idea is to hold on for a few more rounds. As long as you hold on for a while longer, even if you lose, you can use your "old age and frailty" as an excuse to save your face.
But he didn't know how far he was from professional athletes.
In Li Mu's view, Hu Zongfei simply couldn't catch Mao Shengliang's three moves and would be knocked down by Mao Shengliang's punch.
Mao Shengliang is about 1.8 meters tall and weighs 1,780 kilograms. He is taller and heavier than Hu Zongfei. He has received professional training and has strong practical experience. Hu Zongfei, a private boxer, has no ability to fight back.
The possibility of being beaten down is not small.
It doesn't matter if you are knocked down. If Mao Shengliang beats you up, you will be in big trouble.
Hu Zongfei's family is in a mess. His wife has been hospitalized for a long time, and his son and daughter-in-law are working in other places. If he is injured, there will be no one to take care of his wife in the hospital.
"If you can't beat it, don't hold on!"
Li Mu glanced at Hu Zongfei: "If you are beaten to death, who will take care of your wife?"
"Ah? How could I forget this!"
Only then did Hu Zongfei react: "No! We can't play this game! I still have to take care of my wife!"
He walked up to the referee and said: "Xiao Liu, let's forget about today's game. My wife is still in the hospital. I really can't take the risk of fighting with others."
Ugh——!
The scene was filled with boos.
Mao Shengliang, who was on the opposite side, had an angry look on his face: "Old man Hu, what are you doing? If you say you won't fight, you won't fight? I have been preparing for half a month in advance to compete with you! I have taken off my pants, show me now
This?"
He looked at Li Mu and said angrily: "Who the hell are you? Our competition is none of your business?"
