Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 16 Warmth from Master Jing

"Slap him?" Huang Tian was stunned.

He just wants to experience the power of the Divine Fist!

I originally thought that Kong Shan, as Ji Wenjin's beloved disciple, would know something, so this trip wouldn't be in vain.

What the heck is this "slapping someone in the face" thing?

Am I blind with all this martial arts skill?

"That's right!"

"This is the most popular international violent sports event right now!" Kong Shan said.

"I'm not interested in being slapped, I only want to challenge the Divine Power Fist!"

Huang Tiandu felt a sense of humiliation and mockery.

"Senior Brother Huang, you shouldn't have shown off. You scared people with your talkativeness. Now no one will dare to fight you anymore," Hong Jie sneered.

"Who's afraid to fight?" Kong Shan couldn't resist the provocation and blurted out.

"Okay, let's fight then." Hong Jie applauded for him.

"Why!"

Ji Wenjin raised his hand to stop them, secretly glaring at Kong Shan:

"A martial artist keeps his word. Since Brother Huang has agreed to this match according to the rules of our main school, he should keep his word."

"Furthermore, being slapped tests one's physical strength and stamina!"

"It doesn't disgrace us martial arts practitioners!"

"Brother Huang, please."

These words were perfectly worded and placed on a moral high ground, leaving Huang Tian with no way to refute them, despite his resentment.

"good!"

"Slap me if you want!"

Immediately, disciples brought over a table, magnesium powder, and dental braces.

"If you're going to fight, then let's follow international competition rules!"

"Little Fairy, you'll be the observer!"

"Strictly record video to prevent anyone from playing dirty tricks!"

Hong Jie gave instructions to Wang Xiaoxian.

He realized this wasn't a den of dragons and tigers, but a fox's lair, a place rife with intrigue and scheming. Ji Wenjin, a man who would stop at nothing for fame, was capable of anything!

"Mm." Xiao Xian nodded.

Fang Hong swayed her shapely hips as she walked to the center of the ring and sweetly read out the rules of the international competition.

Then, flip the coin!

As expected, Kongshan will make the first move.

"Mr. Huang, may we begin?" Fang Hong asked.

"Don't worry, we can win." Hong Jie patted Huang Tiandu reassuringly when he saw that Huang Tiandu was a little uneasy.

In fact, Kongshan would lose no matter how he fought.

Fighting!

Huang Tiandu has practical experience, and although Kong Shan is big, he may not have the advantage.

From Ji Wenjin's cunning, it's clear that this master and disciple were self-aware.

Slap him across the face!

Kongshan is also at a disadvantage.

In terms of attack, Kong Shan is big and strong, while Huang Tiandu is skilled in Bajiquan and is also quite strong.

On the contrary, Kong Shan's long neck is a natural disadvantage, making him prone to boxing and slapping.

Animals like Mount Tai and dumplings, which are tough and can withstand beatings, all have the characteristic of having short necks and being able to withstand blows.

Although Huang Tiandu is only a little over 1.7 meters tall, he has a thick neck, not to mention that he practices the family's traditional hard kung fu.

His resilience is definitely superior to Kong Shan's!

Huang Tiandu's disadvantage is that he has never participated in a slapping contest.

If you're not prepared enough for the first attack, you're likely to get knocked out!

"I'm fine now."

Huang Tiandu put on his braces, put his hands behind his back, focused his energy in his lower abdomen, and tightened his facial muscles.

Wang Xiaoxian stood behind Kong Shan, keeping a close eye on his waist and heels while recording, to prevent him from cheating like Zhu Yong.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

Snapped!

Kong Shan swung his thick arm three times and slapped Huang Tiandu hard across the face.

Huang Tiandu groaned and nearly fell over.

Soon, a bloody handprint appeared on his face.

Clearly, Kong Shan's slapping technique hadn't been in vain; the power of the Divine Strength Fist was well-known, and this slap must have weighed at least 400 pounds, no different from being hit by a heavy punch.

"Senior Brother Huang, can you still fight?" Wang Xiaoxian stepped forward to check his injuries.

"I'm a little... dizzy!" Huang Tian shook his head, his vision blurred intermittently, he felt mildly nauseous, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

How so?

It's like desperately needing to poop, almost bursting at the seams, but you can't find a restroom right away.

It is a very intense pain and discomfort.

"Ten, nine..." Fang Hong began the countdown.

"I can do it, keep going!" Huang Tiandu hunched over, took a few deep breaths, and his muscles and nerves gradually relaxed.

"Damn it!"

Kong Shan spat out a mouthful of saliva and used all his strength, but he still couldn't knock out this country bumpkin.

"Mr. Huang, according to the competition rules, you can choose to forfeit and concede defeat," Fang Hong reminded him.

"No!"

"Fight!" Huang Tiandu's unbreakable will as a martial artist roused him and made him sharp again.

The two players returned to the playing field.

"Senior Brother Huang, keep your heels on the ground and don't twist your waist!" Hong Jie reminded him.

"clear."

Huang Tiandu's eyes turned cold, like a long spear in the rainy night, radiating a chilling killing intent.

What the hell!

What the hell!

Kong Shan was extremely flustered, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead.

Fear washed over them like a tidal wave.

His legs suddenly went weak!

Huang Tiandu suddenly took a deep breath!

Grip the ground with your feet!

Waist strength is generated!

Dantian Qi!

Gathering all his strength in his right arm, after three countdowns, he chopped at a 45-degree angle with his palm toward Kong Shan's left cheek.

PIA!

The palm strike landed squarely and powerfully.

Kong Shan felt as if his face had been chopped off by an axe.

It hurts so much!

My bones feel like they're twisted, and I feel an indescribable discomfort.

What's even more infuriating is that the tear ducts are strongly stimulated, and tears keep flowing uncontrollably.

Kong Shan had been trained in how to slap people in the past.

He filmed videos at Shenli Martial Arts School and sparred with many people.

But that was all acting.

Including Master Ji Wenjin, the only person in the entire martial arts school who had ever actually fought was Senior Brother Lei Dagang, who was known as the "Foolish One".

Who knows, a slap can hurt this much.

"Ha ha!"

"Master Jing was beaten to tears!" Li Dong laughed loudly.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Lei Dagang glared at him coldly.

Li Dong was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and shut his mouth.

"call!"

"happy!"

"This is quite interesting, let's do it again!"

Huang Tiandu achieved victory with a single slap, growing stronger with each battle, and roared in anger.

"Junior brother, it's alright, nothing's wrong!"

"I'm fine!"

"Just do it!"

Lei Dagang walked over, touched Kong Shan's face, and started making a ruckus.

Kong Shan has a lot of strength, but his long neck makes him vulnerable to being beaten.

Huang Tiandu's slap was skillful and effective.

Two more rounds, and I reckon I could break my junior's maxilla, or even turn him into an idiot or drive him insane.

Hehe, didn't Master want to help Kong Shan replace him?

Since I can't get better on my own, I don't have any data!

Damn it, Kong Shan shouldn't even think about getting anything good, and he shouldn't even think about eating anything!

Let's all have fun together!

Damn it!

Kongshan's big guy is a cunning little devil.

If he were stupid, would Lei Dagang even have a chance to participate in the slapping contest?

With such limited skills in stirring up trouble, you think you can instigate someone to get beaten up? No way!

Master didn't dare fight Huang Tiandu, so he sent him instead!

It's obvious they're here to exchange money.

If you lose, you lose.

Losing to Huang Tiandu is not shameful.

Glory belongs to Divine Fist and Master, but life and reputation belong to oneself.

How could he not understand what is more important?

"Mountain, let's go one more round, our chances of winning are 90%!"

"Your senior brother has high hopes for you!"

Lei Dagang is still brainwashing him.

"Kong Shan, you go first in the second round, you have..."

Before Fang Hong could finish speaking, Kong Shan raised his hand:

"I concede defeat!"

"No, junior brother, you're about to win! Fight him to the end!" Lei Dagang exclaimed in disappointment.

"Senior brother, you heard it up ahead too, Huang Tian got airsick and even threw up."

"At this moment, he is weak and thirsty, and he has come from afar as a guest."

"As true martial artists, shouldn't we win people over with virtue and let friends from all provinces of our country feel the spring breeze of kindness and warmth from the citizens of our capital?"

Kong Shan said in a very serious tone.

"Martial artists compete for supremacy; if we're going to fight, let's fight to the bitter end."

"Brother Kong, please don't stand on ceremony!"

Huang Tiandu was a martial arts fanatic, and he was excited about the slap in the face, so he wasn't going to let him off the hook.

"Senior Brother Huang!"

"Fighting and killing damage harmony; wouldn't that be a disgrace to the civility of the capital?"

"A harmonious society requires stopping short of causing trouble!"

"Master, I've lost!"

Kong Shan, who had previously been extremely arrogant, now had a warm and friendly smile, just like a neighborhood committee auntie.

Ji Wenjin tacitly approved.

But surrendering would be humiliating, so he chose to keep a straight face and remain silent.

It neither expresses support nor opposition!

"Senior Brother Huang, let's give our country some face," Hong Jie said.

"You're a smart guy, a real shrewd one!" Kong Shan pouted and gave him a thumbs up.

"All right!"

Huang Tiandu nodded, still wanting more.

"very good."

"It's a tie, my apprentice is of noble character, Brother Huang won beautifully!" Ji Wenjin said with a smile, his words never showing any sign of being at a disadvantage.

In short, you can lose a fight, but you must win in appearances.

"Master Ji, it seems you won't be competing with me?" Even if Huang Tian was stupid, he could see through everything.

Ji Wenjin is not a true martial artist at all.

From the very beginning, I never intended to communicate or learn from myself, so there's no point in lingering any longer.

"Brother Huang."

"If every Tom, Dick, and Harry came to me for advice, wouldn't I be overwhelmed with work?"

"Rules are rules!"

"If you lose, you have to accept it wholeheartedly!"

Ji Wenjin adopted the air of a master and coldly rebuked.

"yes!"

"He dares to do what he's supposed to do and take responsibility for it."

"You've all finished recording. I, Huang Tiandu, the Iron Mountain Lean of the Huangmen Bajiquan of Northern Hubei, am no match for you today..."

Huang Tiandu said with righteous indignation.

"Hmm, he's a martial arts practitioner, but a good idiot." Ji Wenjin nodded to himself with satisfaction.

"etc!"

"It wasn't a tie, so how did you lose?" Before Huang Tian could finish speaking, Hong Jie interrupted him loudly.

"Brother, you..." Huang Tian was stunned.

"Hehe, young brother, it seems you're determined to have a go at me?" Ji Wenjin said arrogantly, his hands behind his back, completely disregarding this guy.

"That's right!"

"When others hit a wall, they often choose to turn back, but when I hit a wall, I choose to push it down."

Hong Jie smiled slightly, took off his sunglasses, stared into his eyes, and said each word clearly:

"Wu Cheng Hongjie, please enlighten me, Master Ji!"

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