After finishing setting up stalls in the garden in the morning, Guan Lang and Gao Qianhe came to the stage of the small venue in the Cultural Square to watch the performance.
"Drink!"
The boy in a white performance suit on the stage shouted loudly, kicked his right leg forward, and kicked it straight on the wooden board.
"Click."
The wooden boards held aloft by the two men in front cracked in half like plastic.
The audience also burst into applause.
Guan Lang stood in the crowd under the bright sun, looking at the "wonderful" martial arts performance routines on the stage, with some disapproval on his face.
If he had been a few weeks ago, he might have thought those movements were cool and cool, just like the people around him.
But now that I have learned the e-level Tai Chi with an improved system that focuses on actual combat, and now I look at these showy stunt routines that are more exciting, I feel that they are not pleasing to the eye.
Although he hasn't practiced martial arts for long yet, his awareness of martial arts has reached a relatively high level without even realizing it.
It's quite a bit like the sea has been filled with difficulties, except for Wushan, which means it's not a cloud.
Although Taekwondo is a combat sport that has been included in the official competitions of the modern Olympic Games, after all, it is only a martial art that exists in reality. If China's national martial arts a hundred years ago was carried forward to this day, I am afraid that it could be pinned to the ground, let alone beaten.
Extraordinary martial arts that have been magically modified by the system.
The center of gravity is unstable, the door is wide open, and it is flashy. Guan Lang commented in his heart.
If he went up to spar, I'm afraid he could be knocked down with one kick. Guan Lang thought eagerly in his heart, and began to simulate a battle unconsciously in his mind.
But when I think about it, he can't just go on stage and tear down other people's stage for nothing, as that will make people hate him to death.
While Guan Lang was practicing martial arts in his mind.
The boy who was performing the kicking plank on the stage suddenly asked the audience: "Is there any student who wants to experience and learn some moves? We can do some on-site sparring lessons."
However, perhaps because they were worried about making a fool of themselves if they went up, no one raised their hands, and the scene was a little quiet for a while.
The face of the boy who was speaking froze, maybe because he did not expect this situation to happen, and he pursed his lips.
"Haha, everyone seems a little shy. Don't be afraid. They are all very simple and easy to learn moves." He encouraged the audience.
But still no one wanted to come on stage.
"Okay, that classmate, can you come up here? After the sparring, we will give you a small gift." He may have really felt that it was not an option to remain silent like this, so he just looked at the boys in the crowd casually.
One pointed.
"Me?" Gao Qianhe looked around, pointing at himself in panic and asked.
"Well, can I ask you a favor?" The boy on the stage nodded.
Gao Qianhe shook his head faster than a rattle, he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of so many people.
"Don't be afraid, be brave, come and try, everyone is waiting for you?" The boy smiled and encouraged him again.
The crowd's eyes were also focused on Gao Qianhe.
Gao Qianhe's expression changed again and again, but he still didn't speak.
"Then let me give it a try." Guan Lang, who was feeling itchy next to him, couldn't help it anymore, and he also helped Gao Qian to relieve himself, raising his hand and saying.
He also felt that what the other party did was a bit unfair. Since no one was willing to cooperate, he could just skip this step. Why did he have to select one person specifically?
Although the tone used was a request, it actually contained a bit of coercion.
The boy in performance clothes nodded. He just needed someone to cooperate. Since someone raised their hand, of course it would be better.
Guan Lang walked onto the stage and stood next to the boy.
"Thank you for taking the initiative, classmate. When you get off the stage, remember to go backstage to collect gifts from our members." The boy may have thought that Guan Lang came up for the small gift he promised.
Guan Lang didn't explain anything. He spread his hands and said, "Do I need to do anything?"
"Let's do this. You attack me first and use all the moves you think can knock me down." The boy took a few steps back and said confidently, "Don't be afraid of hurting me. I will demonstrate it to everyone. I have learned it.
The difference between Taekwondo people and ordinary people, I will teach you a few simple moves later."
Guan Lang lowered his head slightly and smiled.
"All actions are OK?"
"Well, go ahead boldly." The boy was still worried that Guan Lang would not be able to achieve the effect of the show because he was restrained, so he encouraged him.
Guan Lang raised his eyebrows. Since the other party said so, he also wanted to see the actual results of learning martial arts during this period.
And, this is fair, right?
Although he was learning a system-improved boxing technique that uses internal force, he only learned it for less than a week. The other party must have been learning Taekwondo for several years.
Guan Lang stood still and took a long breath.
He took a step with his left foot slightly to the left, pointed his toes forward, and stared at the man in white robe a few meters away.
Slowly raise your arms forward, keep your upper body upright, squat down with your knees bent, and press down gently with your palms.
It is exactly the starting movement of the E-level Tai Chi that Guan Lang learned.
Guan Lang's actions not only stunned the boy, but also the audience in the audience was a little confused.
What is this person doing?
Why did you suddenly start gesticulating on your own?
And looking at this soft and soft posture, is it doing Tai Chi?
The boy might have been amused by Guan Lang's "pretentiousness".
"Pfft, you're pretty good at acting. Are you doing Tai Chi?" The boy couldn't help laughing, looking at Guan Lang's slow movements like an old man.
"Is it the Tai Chi movements you watched on TV?"
"It's a bit like the movements learned in the Tai Chi class taught by the teacher in school, but it seems to be different."
"This brother doesn't really think that Tai Chi can be practiced in practice, right?"
"A bit silly and cute."
"Want to imitate Master Tai Chi Lei?"
The students in the audience also burst into laughter.
Is Chuanwu still capable of actual combat? This issue was settled two years ago when Master Tai Chi Lei was beaten to a pulp in 10 seconds by fighting madman Xu Xiaodong.
Moreover, there are many Tai Chi masters like Master Yan Fang who appear in front of the public from time to time to show off their unique skills. They use their inner strength to knock out more than a dozen big men, and they even appear on TV shows in a convincing manner.
It can be said that it is this group of so-called "masters" who are consuming the public's belief in Chuan Wu, so that many people now regard Chuan Wu, especially the actual combat ability of Tai Chi, as a joke.
Regardless of the excuses given by the "masters", whether it is because their skills are too good to be used, or they are afraid of hurting people's lives, they are just covering themselves with the last layer of fig leaf, and cannot restore the general trend of public opinion.
So when the boy on the stage was now making Tai Chi gestures and wanted to fight against the master who had been practicing Taekwondo for several years, everyone found it a bit funny and couldn't help but laugh.
Guan Lang ignored the roar of laughter from up and down the stage and regulated his internal energy in a serious manner.
He controlled the input of part of his internal energy by feeling and did not dare to use his full strength because he was really worried about injuring his opponent later in case of any accident.
"Get ready, I'm going to fuck you." Guan Lang nodded seriously to the boy a few meters away.
"Come on." Looking at Guan Lang's serious look, the boy shook his head and chuckled.