Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 14: All the Special Tricks

398 pounds!

He was almost three times worse than Lei Dagang.

Huang Tiandu's sallow face, which resembled that of a "sickly old man," instantly turned pale, and his heart sank to the ground.

Both Shenliquan and Bajiquan are powerful punches.

In terms of age, he is about the same age as Lei Dagang.

In terms of cultivation, he was personally trained by his grandfather from a young age, practicing in the sweltering summer and braving the cold winter, practicing stone lifting and drawing a hard bow.

Although I wouldn't dare say I possess superhuman strength, my physical strength far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Both are heavy punchers, but Lei Dagang is only Ji Wenjin's apprentice and has only been in the martial arts school for a few years.

Even he was far stronger than me.

That Ji Wenjin…

A hint of pain flashed in Huang Tiandu's eyes.

"Brother, with your strength, you're not even qualified to practice boxing. Go home, wash up, and go to sleep," Kong Shan said with a sneer, arms crossed.

"Senior Brother, let's forget about it."

"Might makes right!"

"The gap is too big. If you get knocked down with one punch, all the traffic and fans you've worked so hard to build will be gone," Huang Tao advised again.

Huang Tiandu became a sensation.

As the junior disciple, he broadcasts his senior brother's daily life and answers some questions about traditional martial arts, thus earning a share of the profits.

It's much better than farming at home or screwing screws in a factory.

"Hey buddy, how about this: we bump elbows and pat each other on the back, that'll call it a day, okay?"

"If you really want to challenge us, I'm afraid you won't be a match for me."

Lei Dagang seized the opportunity to build railways.

"Senior Brother Huang, in a contest, strength is certainly important."

"But body movement, boxing skills, willpower, and experience are equally important; it doesn't necessarily mean you'll lose."

Hong Jie said slowly from the side.

"Kid, you're trying to kill me for money, huh? Anyway, you're not the one getting beaten up, are you?" Lei Dagang's little scheme was exposed, and he became somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"That's right, I'm determined to take on the challenge!"

"A martial arts duel in the ring!"

Huang Tiandu immediately felt emboldened.

"Are you sure you want to compete?" Lei Dagang asked, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"Sure!"

"Today I'll either beat you, or I'll leave lying down," Huang Tiandu said firmly.

"That's right, the Divine Power Fist is renowned throughout the capital. Master Lei, please enlighten me."

That streamer who's just trying to ride the wave is probably worried about not having any hot topics. If he could see Bajiquan versus Shenliquan, he'd definitely make the money worthwhile.

"good!"

"How many of you want to compete?" Lei Dagang was really angry.

"Me and Huang Tao," Huang Tiandu said.

Lei Dagang glanced at the group and roughly understood what was going on: "Wait a moment, I'll go ask my master."

We got inside.

Ji Wen was lying on the single bed, and Fang Hong was massaging him, making him groan comfortably.

"Master!"

"That idiot outside insists on hitting us, what should we do?" Lei Dagang came in to report.

"Fighting is fine, Master Ji. Our martial arts school has seen a sharp drop in customers lately."

"Huang Tiandu has hundreds of thousands of fans."

"The videos I usually post are all about solid, hard-hitting kung fu, and I have a good reputation online and in traditional martial arts circles."

"If we can defeat him, we can at least increase our popularity."

Fang Hong made suggestions while pressing the button.

"Did you see how many skilled fighters they have?" Ji Wenjin asked.

"Huang Tiandu brought quite a few men, but none of them were particularly tough opponents."

"The guy he designated, Huang Tao, almost peed his pants when his strength was tested. He's obviously a complete idiot."

"As long as we take down Huang Tiandu, victory is assured!"

Lei Dagang reported to the leadership.

"Um!"

"Two against two, if Huang Tiandu wins, it'll be a draw, which isn't very interesting."

"If the traffic is delivered right to your doorstep, you might as well take advantage of it."

"Then have him find someone else to play three against three, and I'll personally oversee things."

"If he can't gather enough people, then he's out."

"If you want to gamble, just pick anyone. With your junior brother Kong and me, even if someone loses to Huang Tiandu, we can still beat the other two, making it a best-of-three series."

Ji Wenjin, old and shrewd, said.

"Master, I'm afraid that kid won't admit it," Lei Dagang said.

"Since he's a brute, let's set the rules, and he'll naturally accept them."

"Let's go out and meet him!"

Ji Wenjin changed into his short-sleeved training clothes and came out first.

Lei Dagang followed behind.

While his master wasn't looking, he secretly pinched Fang Hong's pert buttocks with his big hand.

Fang Hong rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

Lei Dagang chuckled silently, inhaling the fragrance from his palms, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Brother Huang, I am Ji Wenjin. I was resting inside with a bit of a cold when I heard that you had come to exchange martial arts techniques."

"The Huang Family Bajiquan of northern Hubei is performed by renowned masters!"

"I, Ji, am not talented, but I am willing to share my feelings with you through my illness."

Ji Wenjin's every word is a routine.

Losing is a sign of illness.

Even when sick, one can defeat a master of Bajiquan.

Win at mahjong, no matter which way you go!

"I dare not accept such praise. I have long heard of the name of the Divine Power Fist Master. I am extremely grateful to have received your personal guidance." Huang Tiandu, the simple-minded man, quickly cupped his hands in greeting.

Hong Jie gave Zhou Baidao a look.

Zhou Baidao glanced at the burly men around him, and his scalp tingled.

"etc!"

"Mr. Ji says he has a cold, does he have a doctor's certificate?"

Out of professional ethics, he gritted his teeth and went for it.

"It's just a minor cold. In two or three days, my internal energy will be able to expel the cold toxins. There's no need to go to the hospital, is there?" Ji Wenjin argued, while also putting on a show.

"No, who are you? Why are you asking so many questions?" Kong Fang tightened his muscular arm, which was thicker than an average person's thigh, and threatened, revealing his dragon-like muscles.

"A martial arts duel?"

"Of course we must be fair. Since Master Ji is sick, let's reschedule for another day. Anyway, the money has already been paid."

"Master Ji also said that he had long been looking forward to fighting against the Bajiquan Iron Mountain Strike."

"I don't think I'll go back on my word."

Hong Jie interjected.

He had changed his hairstyle and wore sunglasses that covered most of his face, so Ji Wenjin really couldn't recognize him at first glance.

"etc!"

"I'm almost fully recovered." Although Ji Wenjin was annoyed that Hong Jie had ruined his rhetoric, he couldn't let these people go since they weren't tough.

"About how much exactly?"

"If you can only perform at about 80% of your usual strength, there's no point in competing," Hong Jie said.

"Eight... eighty percent." Ji Wenjin took the lowest possible value.

"Alright!"

"We've all had a long and tiring journey. Brother Huang hasn't eaten or drunk anything, and he even vomited right after getting off the plane."

Even if we discount his abilities, we'd still say he's about 80% capable.

"You two are now competing fairly."

Zhou Baidao adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and then handed over the Martial Arts Association's contract.

"Heh, it's quite professional, isn't it?" Ji Wenjin said.

"Of course, lawyers need to be professional!"

"Eighty percent to eighty percent, absolutely fair, Master Ji, hurry up and draw the line."

That streamer named Li Dong, who was just trying to piggyback on the stream's popularity, was already urging them to hurry up.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Wenjin waved his hand.

Immediately, someone turned on the signal jammer inside the martial arts school.

"What, what does this mean? I'm waiting for the live stream!" Li Dong exclaimed.

"Everyone, this is an internal exchange; you can record videos and send them out as clips later."

"Let's skip the live stream."

Fang Hong explained with a smile.

"My master usually charges several million yuan for each appearance, and he only broadcasts on Douyin's official platform."

"Who do you think you are, trying to get something for nothing just by paying tens of thousands of dollars?"

"Use your brain, okay?"

Kong Fang also scolded him fiercely.

Seeing the other party's murderous look, Li Dong dared not utter a sound.

"Mr. Ji, you are the host, please draw the lines." Huang Tiandu went straight to the point.

"Therefore, we will adopt a three-thirds system."

"Each side sends three players!"

"If one side wins two games, they win."

"Regardless of the reason, the other party must acknowledge the facts and publicly admit defeat and apologize to this martial arts school."

"Brother Huang, is everything alright?"

Ji Wenjin smiled.

"Three?" Huang Tian was stunned. This time he only brought Huang Tao, who could handle things. Where else could he find someone?

"Senior brother, count me in."

"I'll just make up the numbers. Since you're already here, I can't spoil your fun."

"At worst, I'll just go on stage and concede."

"As long as you and Huang Tao win, that's enough."

Hong Jie smiled and raised his hand to volunteer.

"This!" Huang Tiandu looked at the others who were with him.

Those people instinctively took a step back, including Huang Tao.

"Alright, winning or losing doesn't matter to me. As long as I can experience the Divine Power Fist, I'll die without regrets." Huang Tian had no other manpower at the moment, so he could only try his luck.

"Da Gang, you go first." Ji Wenjin waved his hand.

"We have two ways to play here."

"Slapping or ring fighting, play however you like."

Lei Dagang easily flipped over the ring railing with his hands on it.

"Who should go?" Huang Tiandu asked.

"Me, me."

"We're just filling in the numbers, so of course we'll be the first to go." Hong Jie pretended to be impatient.

Before he could even go up, Huang Tao rushed onto the ring: "Senior brother, I'll fight in the first round, let's have a hand-to-hand combat match."

Anyone with a modicum of sense would know that the next two to come would definitely be the two-meter-tall burly Kong Shan and Master Ji.

Lei Dagang is practically disabled; his strength is no longer at its peak.

I have some ability myself, so I'll test the waters first. If I can win, that's a bonus.

If you can't win, give way to the disabled.

It was the first round again, so I obediently conceded defeat, shifting the pressure to my senior and that outsider.

This is what they call "better to die than to die, my fellow Daoist."

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