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Chapter 40 The tiger is coming!

Los Angeles.

Ten twenty in the morning.

In the crowded streets, the divine sound is still lingering...

But fortunately, it is nearing the end.

"Finally, the organizers of this boxing match have proactively contacted the federal Los Angeles sports department and relevant project management agencies and project associations to seek business guidance and technical support, and have proactively accepted supervision and regulation."

Looking around the field, the police officer finished his spell: “Therefore, in order to follow the legal, safe, open, fair, just, honest, civilized, and green principles of this boxing match, to advocate good moral customs, and to abide by the spirit of fair competition, please ask this player to wear a full set of protective gear.

Chen Banxian: "...I just want to hear the last sentence, okay?"

The police officer stressed: "Please wear a full set of protective gear."

Chen Banxian's eyes rolled, and he immediately followed suit: "Comrade police officer, I understand what you said. But... my traditional martial arts, especially the ancient martial arts I learned from the Taoist sect, emphasize killing moves to defeat the enemy. It is a thorough killing technique. For example, hitting the throat from above and hitting the genitals from below, hitting the bridge of the nose from above and hitting the genitals from below, poking the eyes from above and hitting the genitals from below, hitting the chest from above and hitting the genitals from below, shaking lime from above and hitting the genitals from below..."

The audience: “…

Police officer: "So you guys are just playing dirty tricks, right? If you want to do that, don't compete."

"Then we mainly rely on these joints, fingers, knees, elbows and so on. They are all bandaged for me. My combat effectiveness has dropped by at least 97.8%."

"grass."

The boxing old man on the opposite side curled his lips and spat, "Don't do that useless thing. What's the matter? Just because the rules are relaxed, traditional martial arts are awesome? The reason why there are so many restrictions and protections in formal fighting is not to target your shitty traditional martial arts. It's to control the intensity of fighting within a certain range. Pulling crotches, poking eyes and biting ears, you're the only ones who can do it? No one else can learn it?"

"...Alas." Chen Banxian pretended to sigh and nodded with difficulty: "Okay then. If I can't exert my full strength, there is nothing I can do. Bring me the protective gear."

"This is a formal and legal competition, so play by the rules." After typing out the complete disclaimer, the police officer gave one final instruction and returned the headset.

then.

Before the referee could react, the staff member with the "Geng Geng Neck" also went up.

After handing over the headgear, knee pads, boxing gloves and other protective gear to Chen Banxian, he casually took the headset from the referee, looked at Dafei at the door of the boxing gym in front of tens of thousands of people, and asked, "Boss, the tickets have been refunded. Does the 32 yuan commission you promised me for one ticket still count?"

Everyone in the audience: “…”

"Emma, this old man." Dafei covered his face in pain: "Why did I invite such an ancestor in?"

"If you don't keep your word, I will tell you everything you told me yesterday..."

"Count it, count it! Holy crap! Count it!"

"Okay, boss. Thank you, boss!" The staff member bowed with satisfaction, returned the headset to the referee, and jumped down.

soon.

Chen Banxian put on a full set of protective gear.

But the "age difference" caused by the interior and exterior decoration makes people feel awkward no matter how they look at it.

"Are you ready? Let's begin." Putting on three headsets, the referee raised his hand.

"Wait a moment." The old boxer came over and took off the headset on the referee's head: "Borrow it, thank you."

referee:"……"

Putting the microphone to his lips, the old boxer looked around the audience: "My name is Liu Dali, I'm not a professional. But I hate their traditional martial arts, they are all barren and they are liars. Their intentions are not right at all. Look at me today! Beat up the liars!"

"it is good!"

"Sir, you can!"

“Ohhhh~”

"Brilliant!"

The audience below the boxing ring didn't mind the trouble at all and joined in the shouting.

"Thanks." After handing back the headset, the old boxer returned to his original position and continued his leg-shaking warm-up.

"..."

"Then I'll say a few words too." Chen Banxian came over and grabbed the headset: "Can I borrow it? Thank you."

referee:"……"

Referee: "Give it to you, I don't want it."

"Really? That's great." Chen Banxian was slightly surprised.

referee:"……"

Putting the headset on his head, Chen Banxian blew hard: "Hoo—Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?"

Everyone in the audience: “…”

"Good. It works."

He coughed lightly, then slowly turned around, looking at the endless crowd below, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice: "Cut the stomach."

"My name is Chen Banxian."

"That Dafei leaked all our family's information. So everyone should know me."

Dafei: “…”

Chen Banxian paused for a moment, took off the glove on his right hand, and deliberately let his face show some fatigue: "As for me, I will tell you the truth. I am a fortune teller. I set up a stall on the flyover, commercial street, and park. I usually tell people's horoscopes and feng shui to support my family."

"I am indeed the head of the Daoist sect. This sect does exist. It was passed down to me by my master, 'Half Huang Da Shen'. The local natives of Baicheng should still remember this person."

"Why is he called 'Half Huang God'? Because he had one leg broken by someone in his early years, so he got this title."

Below the ring, the crowd listened with interest, and there were occasional laughs. "My sect, the main inheritance from my master, is feng shui, fortune-telling, and divination. It has never been a sect that specializes in traditional martial arts."

"But it is also a sect, and there are some Kung Fu skills passed down. But they are limited to strengthening the body."

"But my grandson Xiao Yu doesn't know this. He has been practicing some tricks with me since he was a child, and he thinks he is very good. As an old man, I am very proud and like to brag. But Xiao Yu really believed it and thought he was amazing."

"From the ticket refund incident just now, you can tell that this kid is kind-hearted and honest. He's just a little bit immature. When he saw netizens online advocating foreign martial arts and belittling our own traditional kung fu, he felt uncomfortable, so he caused so much trouble."

At this point, most people in the audience showed an expression of realization.

Da Fei frowned and turned to look at Xiao Yu who also frowned.

"Alas." Chen Banxian sighed and continued, "At the beginning, he was just making a small fuss, and I didn't know about it. But everyone must have seen it. His followers increased by more than 200 million in one day... There must be someone behind the scenes using my grandson as a pawn. He is a really good person and has never thought of deceiving anyone. He will never cheat people for money."

"His parents died early, I have little education, and I have to go out to earn money for the food and tuition of four children. So I neglected Xiao Yu's education. Here I am..."

With his arms lowered, Chen Banxian bowed deeply: "Apologize to everyone."

"I'm very sorry for taking up so much attention from netizens across the internet."

"All proceeds from my grandson's first few live broadcasts will be donated to charity organizations. Our family will also donate money."

"After this boxing match, my family will quit the Internet completely. Let this farce end here."

Da Fei turned his head instantly and glared at Xiao Yu: "What do you mean?"

Xiao Yu: "I don't know."

"Your grandpa has finished fighting, is that the end? You don't want to challenge him anymore?"

"I don't know."

Dafei's face turned ugly.

He allowed Chen Banxian to go up and even arranged an opponent for him... just to warm up for the upcoming boxing match between him and Xiao Yu!
How did he become a "stand-in"? !
"Did you arrange this just now?" Da Fei was furious.

Xiao Yu spread his hands: "I don't know..."

……

"The child is still young and his mind is not open yet."

Chen Banxian kept bowing, and there was a hint of tears in his voice: "I am here to beg for everyone's forgiveness."

"..."

The whole street was quiet and silent.

Chen Banxian's bow lasted for more than a minute.

Then he stood up and put the headset into the inside pocket of his Hanfu.

referee:"……"

“Thank you.” After putting on his boxing gloves, Chen Banxian wiped away the nonexistent tears from his eyes, faced his opponent, and assumed the starting position of Bajiquan again: “Let’s begin.”

"...Brother. If you say so, I understand. It doesn't matter if the goods are bad, as long as we don't do those swindling things." The old boxer clenched his fists and placed them under his chin: "I will hold back a little."

"That's not necessary."

Take a deep breath and adjust your Qi. Chen Banxian's eyes became extremely sharp: "I learned from the Dao Sect, which has been passed down to this day. Even if it is not a major martial arts, it is not a trick used by those swindlers in the martial arts world. If you want to fight, you and I will fight well. At least let everyone see that traditional martial arts have never been that bad."

"well said!"

Someone in the audience took the lead in cheering, which quickly led to applause and cheers from many people.

"Okay, okay." The old boxer smiled: "Since you said so, brother. I will do my best."

"please."

"..."

"So is it finally starting?" Seeing the two people standing still, the referee looked around the field and shouted, "Anyone else? Damn it, is there anyone else who wants to say something? If not, then let's start!"

"it is good."

"Then the traditional martial arts of the Dao Sect, Chen Banxian, will face the free fighting of the Dafei Fighting Hall, Niu Dali, the first round. Ready~"

The old boxer: "Liu Dali, last name Liu!"

"start!"

"Dang~"

A bell rang from the audience.

Chen Banxian pounced on his food like a hungry tiger! He rushed forward first, with a fierce fist!
"Tigers come down the mountain!"

"Whoosh-"

The old boxer subconsciously kicked out with a sweeping kick.

Chen Banxian lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

Boxer old man: "..."

Everyone in the audience: “…”

……

(End of this chapter)