Forty years old, awakening attribute panel

Chapter 102 Another crackdown on counterfeiting
  The next day Jiang Sheng slept until dawn.

For the past few days, he had been sleeping in the open air without even a full night's sleep. During the day, he was thinking about life at the beach and at night, he was practicing in the sea.

Now that the "inner demon" has been completely removed, I feel extremely relaxed.

Otherwise, they would always appear to "bewitch" him every now and then, asking him to break through the taboos of the law, to kill, to conquer... just like a lunatic.

He got up and came to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The hotel has a large viewing balcony where you can see the blue sea.

However, Sisheng County itself is an island, and most hotels on the island can see the sea.

The weather is nice today, the sun is shining brightly, there are fishing boats fishing on the sea, and people casting fishing poles can be vaguely seen on some rocks further away.

While he was admiring the sea view, the bloody and cruel war scenes from yesterday's movie appeared before his eyes.

I was in a daze for a while, then washed my face and brushed my teeth and went downstairs to have breakfast.

Several young men next door were discussing martial arts.

Jiang Sheng's ears were very sharp, and it was difficult not to hear them at such a close distance, especially when they mentioned Pengcheng.

One of the fat and white men said with a snicker: "I have told you a long time ago that Chinese martial arts and Chinese medicine are feudal dregs and are all deceptive things. Facts have proved that I was right. Western fighting skills are ten thousand times better than martial arts!”

Next to him, a young man with a flat head and beard and a strong build laughed and said: "Of course! With the advanced information now, who would be fooled? You see, there are not many young people who practice martial arts nowadays. Everyone knows it." It’s a lie, those still practicing now are basically old immortals over fifty years old.”

Another young man wearing a red down jacket angrily cursed: "Those stinky pens in Pengcheng, a dozen martial arts practitioners can't beat a fighting practitioner, it's so damn shameful. Thirteen people can't beat even one, even thirteen Even if a pig goes up, it can knock the opponent to the ground."

Fatty Bai sneered and said, "Everyone who practices Chuanwu is a bad person. Who the hell would practice martial arts?"

Jiang Sheng ate the egg fried rice in the basin in two bites, then peeled off an egg, put it in his mouth and chewed it, saying, "People like you who don't understand anything and just rant about it are the real bad guys."

The fat white man who was eating turned his head and scolded with a glare: "Who are you scolding? What does it have to do with you if I spray martial arts?"

Jiang Sheng: "I just practice martial arts."

Fatty Bai: "..."

Both of his companions couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha……"

Jiang Sheng asked the other two people about the situation, and one of them even took out his mobile phone and showed him the online video.

"Hey, it's really not that we are trashing Chuanwu. It's that these Chuanwu practitioners really don't live up to expectations. There are so many people who can't beat them in a round-robin battle. It's a shame!"

Jiang Sheng couldn't help but be stunned after seeing the video.

Because many of those who were beaten inside were acquaintances, including Ge Shaojun’s great disciple Tang Guishan, Luo Yongyan who won the runner-up in the National Wushu Performance Competition, Liu Xiufeng, the inheritor of “Liu School Plum Blossom Boxing”, and the famous Dahong Boxing master Qu Qinglin, etc. Got on the field.

And they were all beaten to pieces.

People like Tang Guishan and Luo Yongyan, who were trained in Sanda, could still maintain a few moves.

Traditional martial artists such as Liu Xiufeng and Qu Qinglin were really beaten. The man named Bai Feng had very heavy fists, basically one punch per punch. It was precisely because of this that he was able to defeat thirteen people in a wheel battle.

Jiang Sheng immediately returned the phone to the other party.

Fatty Bai said sarcastically: "How about it, martial arts master, how many seconds do you think you can last up there?"

Jiang Sheng told the truth: "I haven't played before and I don't know clearly. Just be conservative for 5 to 10 seconds."

"Tch~~ Then you can't do it either." Fatty Bai mocked.

Jiang Sheng said: "I'm talking about him."

"you……"

Fatty Bai was about to say that he was bragging, but the bearded man next to him looked at his phone and said, "Hey, look at Fitness Group 3, there are people in Zhousan who are cracking down on fakery and spreading martial arts..."

"what's up?"

"Looking at the comments from netizens, it seemed like it was a gathering of a bunch of people practicing martial arts, and then two people practicing boxing ran over and openly provoked. As a result, 17 or 8 people got into a wheel fight, and were all defeated in the end. This is very embarrassing."

"Hahaha, I've said it before, those who practice martial arts are all..." Fatty Bai thought about someone practicing martial arts next to him, so he changed his words: "Traditional martial arts are rubbish."

The man in red said: "People in the group said that there will be a ring fight at one o'clock in the afternoon, and now Chuanwu is calling for friends. Should we go over and have a look?"

"Walk around..."

It was rare to see a boxing fight with my own eyes. The three of them put down their breakfast and walked away with their suitcases.

Before leaving the house, the fat white man cast a contemptuous look at Jiang Sheng, with the corners of his mouth lowered and his eyes extremely disdainful.

Jiang Sheng couldn't help but want to laugh, but he didn't expect that this fat white man was also a drama star.

He got up and went to the front desk to check out, and then he left the hotel.

……

At 12:30 noon, Jingwu Martial Arts Gym in the south of Zhousan City. In the past, the martial arts hall was crowded with people. It was very lively these two days because it hosted the exchange conference for martial artists from the eastern Zhejiang region. Everyone gathered together to exchange their practice experiences. It was very pleasant and harmonious.

But no one expected that someone would come to the door to cause trouble, talk trash about martial arts in public, have no actual combat ability, and challenge all the martial artists present.

Because what the other party said was too unpleasant, everyone was so angry that they started fighting with the comer.

The result is also quite miserable.

None of the four Sanda practitioners survived a round.

A dozen other martial arts practitioners were knocked to the ground with two punches.

Everyone immediately understood that the other party was evil.

However, the lost place must be recovered, otherwise the martial arts circles in eastern Zhejiang will not be able to go out in the future, so they agreed to fight again at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Then he urgently mobilized his troops and found two heavyweight Sanda masters from outside.

At this time, the martial arts hall was packed with people, and many martial arts enthusiasts and people from society came to watch the excitement.

"Okay! There are too many people inside. That's it for now. People behind you are not allowed to enter anymore..."

The people from the martial arts hall pulled the gate, cutting off the steady stream of people who came to watch the fight.

At this time, the white fat man and the bearded people who came from Sisheng County were very happy. They happened to be the last group of people.

Ma Qiang, also known as Fatty Bai, turned his head and looked into the crowd behind him. What he didn't expect was that the person who had an argument with him in the hotel restaurant actually came over.

"Hey, hey... Look, the guy who took the boat with us is here too."

Ma Qiang's two friends with beards and men in red turned around to look for it, "Where are they? Didn't you see them?"

"Hey, I saw it just now, but why did it disappear in the blink of an eye..."

At this time, the atmosphere in the arena area of ​​the martial arts hall was tense.

There are two parties, one is from the traditional martial arts community in eastern Zhejiang, and the other is here to provoke.

The two leading "nobody soldiers" were named Chen Licai and Zhong Shan.

He claimed to have learned boxing in Europe for several years, and then came over to practice martial arts with a group from eastern Zhejiang.

I originally thought that the two troublemakers who came to the door would be severely slapped in the face, but to everyone's surprise, it was a group of martial arts practitioners in eastern Zhejiang who were severely slapped in the face.

Wang Zhengyang, a famous figure in Zhejiang Province's martial arts circle, said coldly: "Boxing is based on morality. Without morality, there is no boxing! You two are rude and insulting Chinese martial arts. For this reason, the Chinese martial arts community will not tolerate you."

Zhong Shan, who has broad shoulders and a broad back, is 1.9 meters tall, and can run horses on his arms. He sneered: "Don't slap me in the shit basin. I have never insulted Chinese martial arts. Don't wear a high hat on yourself either. You can't represent Chinese martial arts." .”

After a pause, Zhong Shan sneered and said: "The reason why Chinese martial arts is what it is today is because you so-called traditional martial arts masters do not want to make progress and just live in a cowardly manner, resulting in martial arts without any combat effectiveness."

A man next to Wang Zhengyang said coldly: "You eat ashes and fart! As long as you know a little bit about Chinese martial arts, you can't say such childish words."

Chen Licai, who was standing next to Zhong Shan, said with a crooked smile: "Martial arts needs to keep pace with the times and integrate with the world before it can truly come back to life."

"But you people keep saying that you are inheriting martial arts culture, but in fact you are inflexible, unwilling to change the status quo and accept new things, and are stuck in your ways. What is the difference between your behavior and the Qing Dynasty's seclusion in the country?"

Some young traditional martial artists in eastern Zhejiang shouted and cursed: "Don't fart there. Do you think that just by touching your upper and lower lips, you can make martial arts flourish?"

"Even the Manchu and Qing Dynasties have been brought up. You may really be able to talk nonsense."

"Please pay attention to your words, they are videotaping..."

When a group of martial artists in eastern Zhejiang heard the reminder, they were furious.

These two guys were full of righteous indignation and talked about some specious truths. It sounded like they were for the benefit of Chinese martial arts, but in fact they were trying their best to belittle Chinese martial arts. Between the lines of their words, they said that Chinese martial arts was not good and that they needed to be fully westernized and learn modern fighting techniques from Europe and the United States. .

Zhong Shan looked at the time and said, "Since no one of us can convince anyone, let's just speak based on our ability!"

Chen Licai deliberately provoked the general and said: "We have already had a wheel battle with you this morning, and now we will continue to accompany you to the end. You, the martial arts community in Zhejiang Province, won't be scared, right?"

"Come here, whoever is afraid of who is the grandson!"

"Yes! Think it over for yourselves and don't make excuses when you lose."

Hearing this, Zhong Shan's eyes flashed with a smile of success, but he was originally smiling at the moment, "That's impossible! Losing means that we are not good at learning. We apologize on the spot!"

"Then let's get started..."

Zhong Shan took the lead on the ring.

A heavyweight Sanda player named Meng Liangji, also weighing in the 85kg class, came from eastern Zhejiang.

After both sides put on their gloves, the referee explained the rules of the game and then said: "Start!"

After Zhong Shan and Meng Liangji tested each other with a few punches, Zhong Shan hit Meng Liangji's vagus nerve on the jaw with a sliding uppercut.

Meng Liangji fell down without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)