I will practice more in the United States

"What's going on? Is Li Ang already a member of another provincial team? Or is he already a member of the national team?"

The leader in charge of sports frowned and looked up and asked.

Apart from these, he really couldn't think of any other reasons.

"None of them, but he does have many identities. He is the champion of this year's Tour de France, a UFC professional player, and has won the global championship of the slap contest. The most important thing is that he is an American citizen."

Just when everyone was marveling at Li Ang’s previous achievements, the word “American nationality” made everyone silent.

But he is a leader. After a moment, he raised his head again and said, "It's okay. It doesn't matter if he can't join us, but at least he can give us some guidance in business. Under normal circumstances, we don't have the ability to invite such an international star player to come here. This is always a good thing."

"The leaders are really thoughtful. After all, his running and cycling skills are world-class. He is more than qualified to guide our city's teams, or even the provincial teams."

Liang Nana also responded at the right time.

"No wonder he has so many foreigners around him. This can be regarded as promoting our local customs to foreign countries. It is quite rewarding."

Everyone agreed in their own way.

At the dinner table, before Li Ang opened his mouth to explain, the leader in charge of sports had already spoken.

"This time, I am also representing our city to warmly welcome Comrade Xiao Li. At the same time, I also hope that you will have the opportunity to give us more guidance on our work. Today is a working day, so we won't drink. Everyone, fill up your drinks and let's have a toast together."

Hearing this familiar opening remark, Li Ang seemed to have returned to the time when he was a social animal in his previous life. He used to hate this the most, but this time he was in the United States and he hadn't felt this for a long time. He even felt a little nostalgic. He didn't know if it was because he had gone from being a guest to the protagonist.

It has to be said that this man, who was able to hold a leadership position in the economically developed southern region, obviously had the ability. With just a few short sentences, he introduced the local conditions and characteristics to Li Ang clearly.

At the same time, he also hopes that Li Ang can help promote some local special attractions, cultural activities, etc.

Li Ang certainly had no reason to refuse such a request. In fact, he has been doing such things since he came back this time. If you don't occupy the propaganda position, others will.

Although he is now a native American, he has actually been in the United States for less than a year. When it comes to his sense of belonging to the United States, he is not as good as those people in China who have never been abroad but have always longed for the sweet air.

Therefore, he is very willing to do his part to help the motherland.

By the way, Li Ang also agreed to spend half a day to help guide the athletes of their provincial team. In return, Li Ang was given the title of cultural ambassador by the local people. It is not clear who is taking advantage of whom.

After the meal, the group returned to Nie Zhaofeng's village. Just with a meal, Li Ang's status in the village rose to a higher level.

After all, for them, even if they spend a lot of money to treat their leaders to a meal, the leaders may not necessarily grant them the honor. However, Li Ang went straight to the reception meal.

We are happy here, but the other teams are almost going crazy with jealousy. Although they all hired foreign players, the gap between them is too big.

Li Ang alone won the championship in two events, which basically determined the final result.

"Don't worry, I will definitely help you regain your face in the competition this afternoon."

The Sanda coach, who was less than 1.7 meters tall, said this with confidence.

"Luckily, we have you. The points for the afternoon competition will be more important. If their performance is poor, we may not be without a chance."

This man felt a little more balanced when he thought about the other two teams, which might not even win a single championship. At least he could regain some face in the most watched competition.

The reason why this Sanda coach is so confident is due to his past competition experience. Although his weight class is different from that of most people, he does not take those who study traditional martial arts seriously at all.

In his opinion, these guys were only slightly stronger than ordinary people who had never trained. He had fought many big guys before, some even weighed twice as much as him. In fact, in the ring, other people couldn't even touch him, and he hit some vital parts such as the chin, abdomen, and knees, which even those heavyweights could not withstand.

When the time came to the afternoon competition, the ones with the most relaxed mentality were naturally Nie Zhaofeng and his gang. At this time, they no longer required Li Ang to perform well. They just wanted him to do it casually and not get hurt in the competition.

However, if Nie Zhaofeng heard their thoughts, he would probably laugh to death, because from the beginning to the end, the ring competition was Li Ang's strongest point. He still couldn't forget the scene when Li Ang defeated warriors from many countries alone at the martial arts exchange meeting.

And this is not his full strength. To be honest, it was even more shocking that he single-handedly challenged 18 monks in the Shaolin Temple.

Compared with these, the activities in the village this time are no different from playing house.

Thinking of this, he became more grateful to Li Ang for helping him. This time, because of Li Ang, his status in the village had been greatly improved.

While waiting to go on stage, Li Ang didn't pay attention to the battle situation of others at all, but focused all his energy on practicing the [Xisui Jing]. Now he can completely do it anytime and anywhere, ignore any interference, and enter a deep state of practicing internal strength.

It was not until their team's turn to play that Leon finally opened his eyes.

The tall and strong Ling Zhenyu also brought them many surprises. Although he had not learned martial arts or fighting, his physical fitness was good because of playing basketball. His reactions and movements were quite agile. In the ring, he was not inferior to the locals who had been learning boxing for many years.

Until he faced the Sanda coach who was less than 1.7 meters tall.

The rules of this competition are very simple. In short, two teams compete against each other, with five people taking turns. The team that can last until the end wins.

The opponent's Sanda coach and Ling Zhenyu from this side are both ranked fourth in the team.

Ling Zhenyu looked at his opponent who was more than a head shorter than him, and couldn't think of how he could lose. However, before going on the court, others had already introduced him to this guy, who was the strongest one in the opposing team and a professional fighter.

As a professional coach, he certainly knows that you should never use your hobby to challenge other people who make a living, not to mention that fighting is not even his hobby, so he is now caught in a dilemma.

Psychologically, I take my opponent very seriously, and even fear him. However, my body's instinct tells me that there is nothing to be afraid of.

The consequence of this entanglement was that he was a beat slower in reaction to the opponent's attack. He didn't even see clearly how the opponent threw the punch, and was hit on the chin by an uppercut. Although Ling Zhenyu was not knocked down by the punch, the attack directly put him into a trance. He was hit by the second and third punches immediately afterwards. In less than ten seconds, the fight was over.

Many villagers watching the scene fell into a surprising silence.

In everyone's simple concept, being tall means strong fighting ability. Moreover, in the previous two competitions, Ling Zhenyu has proved that he is not that kind of "big fool", but now he still lost so easily.

This can only mean one thing, that is, his opponent is too strong.

The Sanda coach stood on the stage, enjoying the surprised and admiring looks from everyone.

This is his first time playing, so naturally he wants to win quickly and decisively.

The leader in charge of sports looked at the exciting fight on the stage and shook his head slightly. As a leader, he really disliked this kind of violent means, and he didn't like using violence to solve problems.

When Ling Zhenyu was helped off the stage, his steps were a little unsteady. Although he was wearing protective gear and did not suffer too many injuries, this thing can cause great psychological damage.

He looked at Li Ang with a helpless and embarrassed look and said:

"Be careful, his punches are too fast and powerful."

Li Ang smiled and patted his shoulder. "Take a good rest. Leave the rest to me."

The crowd in the audience didn't have much confidence in Li Ang to begin with. Seeing that this Sanda coach was even more powerful than they had imagined, they all warned him:

"It's okay, Li Ang. If you feel like you can't do it, just admit defeat. Our previous results are enough anyway. There's no need to force it."

"Yeah, just go up and give it a try. They are professionals at this."

Only Nie Yongjin stood up straight, even slightly tiptoeing. He was looking forward to seeing Li Ang's performance, and also wanted to know how powerful Li Ang could be, as Uncle Zhao Feng said: Li Ang couldn't even beat him with just one hand.

"come on!"

As soon as Li Ang stepped onto the stage, the Sanda coach on the other side hooked his finger at him and said:

"Go ahead, let me see how you practice."

Li Ang smiled helplessly and replied:
"You should go first, otherwise you won't have a chance to show yourself for a while."

His words made the Sanda coach laugh, and he gave Li Ang a thumbs up.

"I just admire your confidence. How about this, after the fight, come to me and sign up for a class. I'll only charge you half the price."

Li Ang didn't expect that the person on the other side could be even more pretentious than him, so he could only turn around and say to the employee holding the camera below the stage:

“Help me record the material.”

The conversation between the two directly allowed the contestants who had not yet performed to learn new ideas. Well, well, the same person recruits students and keeps recording materials, and they are all so good at playing, right?

After the referee announced the start, the Sanda coach came up with a standard and quick side kick. He had just knocked out his opponent with his fists, so this time he decided to try a different approach.

Who would have thought that after such a fierce kick, Li Ang would grab his ankle in mid-air and pull it to the side casually, causing him to lose his balance.

It must be said that this Sanda coach's basic skills are indeed in place. His body had been twisted into such an angle in the air, but he still managed to adjust it. After spinning one circle in the air, he stood firmly on the stage.

Before he could savor how cool his move was, Li Ang had already come to his side, but what hit him was not fists or feet, but Li Ang's shoulder.

From the perspective of the audience, the Sanda coach seemed to be dancing ballet in the air, and then landed exactly where Li Ang was rushing towards him.

The next second, the Sanda coach continued the flight that he had just been enjoying, but this time, he flew directly into the crowd below the stage.

Ling Zhenyu opened his mouth, unable to utter anything except "Fuck!" He had thought about the possibility of Li Ang winning, but he didn't expect that he would win so handsomely.

The whole process was like two people dancing a duet on the stage, and then one of them flew off the stage.

Among the people present, the most surprised was the defeated Sanda coach. It's not that he has never lost in the past ten years of practicing Sanda. On the contrary, he has lost many times, but never like this, where he lost inexplicably. He couldn't even figure out why he lost.

This was a rather scary thing. He looked at Li Ang on the stage with a complicated look in his eyes.

He had just asked someone to sign up for a class with him, and now that it was over, he even had the urge to learn from the other person.

The last opponent to come on stage was still sent to the ring by Li Ang in the same posture.

Li Ang deliberately used the force-releasing technique of Tai Chi, and during the whole process, he hardly caused any damage. It was already unethical of him to come to the village to participate in this activity, and it would be really unacceptable if he injured others.

The leader in charge of sports looked at Li Ang with more and more appreciation, because Li Ang's way of winning seemed to have nothing to do with violence at all, and even had a strange beauty. He was a knowledgeable man, and naturally knew that if he wanted to win beautifully, he could only do so by overwhelming others with his strength.

In the next few games, Li Ang simply chose to be the first to appear, both to save time and to earn more [Limit-Breaking Points]. Although this was just a small village-level competition, there were quite a lot of spectators, several thousand people, and even the smallest fly was still meat.

The villagers never thought that Li Ang would win the championship of three games on his own. Grandpa was so excited that he danced with joy and said that he was the one who asked Nie Zhaofeng to invite him back.

After the matter here was over, Li Ang did not stay any longer. After bidding farewell to them, he followed the leaders to the location of the provincial team. (End of this chapter)