Chapter 0297 Come fight! Masters!
Shuangmu Entertainment.
"Brother Sheng, what do you think of Dean Su's strength?" Lin Guiyi asked.
"Very strong."
"Strong?"
"I mean when he was young. Now, he is old. The fear of young people in boxing will never change. The older generation of martial artists all know this." Wang Sheng added.
Lin Guiyi couldn't help but sigh: "The fake master has lost his place, and the real master has to fight for it with his life. It is really realistic..."
"Mr. Lin, Shuangmu Cinema is setting the pace," Wang Shenghui reported.
"Well, let them be." Lin Guiyi took a sip of coffee and asked: "Brother Sheng, who do you think will win?"
Wang Sheng was silent for a moment: "Let's open it five to five."
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Wang Chao rushed forward again, feinted with a punch and whipped his leg.
Naturally, Su Yuanming couldn't be hit again. He had been on guard against this move for a long time. When dodging the punch, he pressed his body and dodged the whip kick. At the same time, he was swept to the ground with one sweep.
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The scene erupted in cheers again.
The referee immediately came over and separated the two to prevent Su Yuanming from continuing to attack while he was on the ground.
Wang Chaozhou would not be unable to get up after a fall, and he would stand up again after turning over.
The referee reconfirmed with both parties, returned, and the game continued.
Wang Chao was indeed feeling a little stressed now. He didn't expect that he would have such a difficult time facing a bad old man. He originally thought that he would be able to defeat the opponent within five rounds in the worst case scenario.
This old man's movements are so flexible!
"You're not using Tai Chi!" Wang Chao couldn't help shouting.
"I never said I would use Tai Chi, and what you want to do is never Tai Chi, but traditional martial arts." Su Yuanming said calmly.
Wang Chao stopped talking nonsense and launched the attack again.
Su Yuanming continued to dodge. If he couldn't dodge, he would use his palms to relieve his strength and use his arms to parry.
Anyway, you should never inflict damage on fragile places like your head, chest and abdomen.
The old man can't stand it.
But hiding like this is not an option. Su Yuanming's physical strength will never be able to drain Wang Chao's.
Wang Chao was fighting harder and harder, but Su Yuanming was starting to feel tired.
He is highly concentrated and consumes a lot of physical energy, which is really difficult for a fifty-four-year-old man.
Suddenly, Wang Chao changed his moves, and the punch that originally hit Su Yuanming's chest but was blocked by his arms suddenly upwards.
"Bang!"
"puff--"
In front of the camera, the two men's moves were actually very fast. It was impossible to capture how the punch was delivered. All we could see was that Su Yuanming threw his head up and fell backwards.
Several of his teeth were knocked out, blood spurted out, and then he fell heavily to the ground.
The referee immediately came to block Wang Chao, but Wang Chao also understood the rules and did not pursue him. He raised his fists arrogantly and walked around the ring half a circle, causing the audience to cheer.
"Dean Su!"
"teacher!"
Han Lan panicked and ran to the edge of the ring. If the referee hadn't scolded them, they would have rushed to the ring.
Su Yuanming lay on the ground with his eyes closed, but his chest was still heaving.
The cameras at the scene didn't care about his situation at all, and quickly came over to take a close-up, so that the audience in the live broadcast room could clearly see Master Su's embarrassed appearance.
It’s not that they are on Wang Chao’s side, but the live broadcast needs popularity, and this is popularity!
The barrage in the live broadcast room reached its peak and started to freeze.
"Dean Su, stand up quickly!"
"Damn it, it's so miserable!"
"It hurts just looking at it..."
"Did you see that? This is the so-called martial arts master! He is vulnerable to a single blow!"
"Master, you can stand up and hit twenty!"
"666, punch a Western strongman, kick a Japanese kid, hit a Sanda champion with a punch. Chinese Kung Fu is really a metaphysics."
"Do you still dare to bluff and lie?"
"Hurry up and carry it down, don't be embarrassed! You're a lot of age, you can make more money faster than doing porcelain, right?"
"MD, you are still not human! The strength that Dean Su showed just now can knock you to the ground and beat you! If Dean Su were twenty years younger, I don't know who is lying on the ground now!"
"It's started, it's started. If you can't beat it, it's not fair to say you're old and suffer."
"Sigh, Chinese martial arts really can't beat modern fighting..."
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"Dean Su, Dean Su!"
"Teacher! Teacher..."
Amidst the shouts of everyone, Su Yuanming opened his eyes with some difficulty, spit out blood, and slowly got up from the ground despite the pain.
"Dean Su, it's me! It's me!" Han Lan shouted anxiously.
He could see that Su Yuanming couldn't fight in his current state!
Wang Chao's punch just now didn't contain any strength at all!
It's not easy for Su Yuanming to wake up. How can he fight?
Su Yuanming didn't speak, and couldn't speak. He looked at Han Lan, whose eyes were red in the audience, grinned, and waved his hands slightly.
You can't replace him. If he goes down, the reputation of the Chinese martial arts master will be completely ruined.
From now on, when Chinese people talk about these old guys, they will only laugh and ridicule them.
"Master Su, are you sure you want to continue?" The referee did not step aside immediately. He continued to stand between the two of them and confirmed to Su Yuanming.
Su Yuanming pressed his neck, twisted it, and nodded.
The referee dismissed Han Lan and others who were lying on the edge of the ring, called Wang Chao, and after reconfirming both sides, gave an order for the game to continue!
Seeing the referee step back, Wang Chao immediately approached quickly and punched again!
Su Yuanming dragged his body like lead, narrowly dodging the punch, and then was hit in the head by Wang Chao's pursuing punch.
His whole head "buzzed" and he fell down again.
The referee quickly came up again to separate the two, and just as the time of the round was coming, he waved to Han Lan and the others to come up and carry Su Yuanming down to rest.
Wang Chao also flashed his fists at the camera arrogantly: "Come and fight! Masters!"
"oh--"
The audience immediately followed suit and started to cheer.
The barrage in the live broadcast room was also neatly posted under the leadership of the navy: "Come and fight! Masters!"
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In the rest area under the ring, Su Yuanming sat slumped on a chair, looking very painful.
A group of juniors around looked distressed and at a loss.
"Han Lan..." Xia Ningxuan also grabbed Han Lan's clothes nervously, but didn't know what to say.
She couldn't understand why Su Yuanming still insisted on competing in the ring even at his age, just like girls never understood why boys liked fighting so much.
Tan Lun stood behind Su Yuanming, holding his head with both hands, helping him massage and remove blood stasis, then touching his bones and setting them, trying to help him get back to his normal state as much as possible.
Tan Lun did not persuade him to abstain because he knew it was impossible for him to abstain.
This is the pride of the older generation of martial artists. They either walk off the ring if they win, or they are carried off the ring if they lose.
Why can’t today’s warriors fight?
Because winning or losing doesn't matter, just making money.
Why can the older generation of warriors fight?
Because if you don’t have good kung fu, you may not be able to get up again if you lie down in the ring!
"Junior brother, his foot is not stable enough!" Tan Lun reminded in a low voice.
Su Yuanming nodded.
Han Lan also came over and reminded in a low voice: "Dean Su, the rule of free fighting is that you can only stop fighting when you lie down. As long as the opponent is not falling, even if he is about to fall, it is not a foul to hit him when he is halfway down!"
Chapter completed!