287: Chapter 284 Teaching the Apprentice to Starve the Master

"Damn it, it really is true that teaching the apprentice leads to starving the master! That son of a bitch!"

Zhang Zhao's eyes were bloodshot. He was naturally an extremely sensitive person and hated those who forgot their roots the most.

Just like his maternal grandfather, who betrayed his country for personal gain.

And this Odoba before him made him even more furiously enraged.

"I'm going up! I'm going to beat him to death!"

With red eyes, Zhang Zhao was about to rush onto the ring, but he was quickly held back by several staff members.

Because Zhang Zhao was too impulsive, he had even forgotten to press the challenge button.

Hearing the staff's explanation, Zhang Zhao lowered the fist he had raised to take them down, regained a bit of his composure, and went to grab the tablet.

Fortunately, Odoba's reputation was so formidable that almost no one present dared to challenge him, and the entire lounge was deathly silent.

As for the Chinese Kung Fu circle, although all the Martial Masters were incredibly angry, they knew very well in their hearts that going up there would just be throwing their lives away.

After all, they didn't have Master Wan's footwork.

A 2.3-meter arm span, combined with proficiency in various Boxing techniques, Jiu-Jitsu, Grappling, wrestling, Hard Qigong, and top-tier damage resistance.

All these factors were not things they could challenge.

Let alone such a fist, even the fists of ordinary heavyweight boxers were not something they could withstand.

Chen Youcai did want to go up on stage, but after an internal struggle, he finally gritted his teeth and lowered his hands.

He... didn't have the guts. It was terrifying!

As his idol, Wan Qianhe, was defeated in one move, a mountain seemed to appear in his heart—a mountain named Fear.

If nothing unexpected happened in the future, Chen Youcai might give up the path of martial arts.

Seeing that everyone was indifferent, Zhang Zhao actually breathed a sigh of relief.

"He is mine! I must kill him personally!"

He was actually quite glad that others weren't interfering. He picked up the tablet and was about to click the 'Challenge' button.

Hmm?

Zhang Zhao paused, clicked it once, but there was no response.

Refusing to believe it, he clicked several more times, but the challenge button turned gray instead.

At this moment, noisy sounds erupted outside, as if they had seen something truly incredible.

Zhang Zhao turned around suspiciously, and only then did he notice that everyone was looking at him with very strange eyes.

No!

To be precise, it was... Brother Li beside him!

With a bad feeling in his heart, he quickly looked at the screen behind him, only to see that the VS display had changed to Li Changsheng versus Odoba.

In the picture, Li Changsheng's photo looked very elegant. Yes! Truly elegant!

The so-called Six Arts of Xingyi, such elegant terminology, also showed that when Xingyi was in a static state, it was indeed exceptionally elegant and incredibly soft.

And the stance Li Changsheng had struck—one palm forward and one palm back—was the very standard, conventional starting stance of Xingyi.

(For those who don't understand, you can look at Ip Man 4, the starting stance used by Jiang Yun of the Xingyi Sect when dueling the foreign black belt expert.)

In contrast, Odoba was like a male lion. The black, claw-like tattoo on the left side of his face, much like Tyson, added to his ferocious aura, making him resemble a real African lion.

He was captured in a pose throwing a punch toward the camera.

Comparing the two, it was like a duel between a scholar and a beast of the savannah, creating a huge contrast.

Consequently, jeers kept coming from the outside.

"Brother Li. You..."

"Sigh, don't say anything more. It doesn't matter who fights. This time, just consider it me stealing your spotlight. Next time there's an opportunity, you go."

Li Changsheng chuckled and waved his hand, stood up calmly, and cupped his hands in a salute to the Martial Masters who were watching him.

"Everyone, I am going up now. Today..."

Li Changsheng paused and looked around; his gentle expression instantly became incredibly sharp.

"There are only two outcomes: either he beats me to death, or I beat him to death!"

As he spoke, Li Changsheng quickly retracted his fierce expression, smiled gently, cupped his hands to the crowd again, then shook his Tang suit sleeves and stepped out.

The group of Martial Masters watched Li Changsheng's back for a long time without a word, the words he had just spoken echoing in their minds.

Many of them had been working hard in the US for a long time; only a small portion had been in the country all along.

Therefore, everyone was deeply moved, as they had encountered all kinds of injustice here.

Just like a moment ago, when Wan Qianhe was knocked down, those spectators howled with excitement as if they had gone mad.

And at Genentech, they were similarly marginalized because of their strength.

It seemed as if anyone could spit on their faces.

Sometimes they even doubted themselves: Is what we learned really useful?

Is it completely useless work? Is it so fragile that it breaks at a single touch?

This sentiment had once affected everyone until Master Wan appeared.

He shouldered the burden alone and forcefully proved that Chinese Kung Fu could fight.

But this pillar had now snapped, and it snapped so unexpectedly that they couldn't accept it.

And at this moment, it seemed like someone else had stood up.

"Master Li! Such righteousness!"

"Right! Master Li, you stood up today. Regardless of whether you win or lose, I will respect you from now on."

"Master Li, you must take care of yourself. If it's not working, it's okay to give up. We know your heart in standing up for us."

"Right, Master Li, you must act according to your ability; don't be impulsive!"

Only then did everyone cup their hands to Li Changsheng, shouting loudly and incessantly.

Li Changsheng paused, turned his head, and said softly, "I am not standing up for you. I am a Chinese person, and I am simply going to take back what belongs to us, China."

After speaking, he had already disappeared into the corridor.

Watching this scene, everyone was somewhat lost in thought.

And Zhang Zhao was filled with mixed feelings.

"Master Li... you really know how to say things so well..."

Zhang Zhao couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. This was clearly manipulating his personality, leaving him unable to refute or even complain about the other person.

And besides...

Looking down at his own thick, iron-like palms, Zhang Zhao was very certain that if he went up, his winning odds would be thirty-seventy.

Was his fist harder than Master Wan's leg?

Harder!

But only by a limited margin. The saying "fist three, leg seven" wasn't just talk; it was a fact.

Zhang Zhao knew very well that Wan Qianhe had just unleashed dozens of kicks in one go and still couldn't move the opponent. Even if he could move the opponent, and even if they could withstand dozens of his punches, could he withstand one of their punches?

Comparing footwork, even if his Monkey Style was strong enough, it was still inferior to Wan Qianhe, whose leg techniques had reached Major Achievement.

Looking at Odoba's physique again.

He was a whole size larger than him, and his fist, when thrown, could directly cover his face.

Nearly two hundred kilograms, muscles like armor—such a person, in ancient times, would definitely have been a template for someone with Major Achievement in Hard Qigong, plus a fierce battlefield general.

Nowadays, even some top super-heavyweight boxers didn't have such a physique. If he were hit by such a fist, Zhang Zhao felt he might collapse on the ring completely.

"Can talent really bridge everything?" Zhang Zhao clenched his fists, feeling very unwilling and frustrated.

He had lost one round in his contest with his maternal grandfather, and he had lost another round here with Odoba.

If Li Changsheng knew Zhang Zhao's thoughts at this moment, he would definitely say, "Have you practiced martial arts until you've become stupid?"

"Competing in footwork with Xue Dian and in physique with Odoba—you really are a talent."