Hong Kong Film: Starting Undercover from the Five Tigers!

"Liu Wenhao is going to win!"

"Thunder is completely suppressed!"

Even the commentator's voice trembled with excitement: "This is the most exciting fighting match I've ever seen! Liu Wenhao has displayed an incredible level of skill!"

But Thunder is a professional player with extensive combat experience. Despite being on the defensive, he managed to regain his composure and find an opportunity to counterattack.

When Liu Wenhao attacked again, Lei Ting suddenly grabbed him and then threw him down forcefully.

The two fell to the ground together and began a ground fight.

Now it was Liu Wenhao's turn to suffer. Thunder had more experience in ground fighting. He used his weight advantage to suppress Liu Wenhao, trying to find an opportunity to end the match.

"Let's see what you can do now!" Thunder gritted his teeth.

Liu Wenhao was indeed at a disadvantage. The thunderbolt was too heavy, pressing down on him and making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Moreover, his opponent's ground skills were excellent, and he was prevented from turning over several times.

"No, I have to find a way to get out of here." Liu Wenhao racked his brains for a solution.

Just then, he remembered a contortionist technique his mother had once taught him. Although it was risky, he had no choice but to give it a try.

Liu Wenhao deliberately relaxed his body, making Lei Ting think he was about to give up. When Lei Ting relaxed his guard slightly, he suddenly exerted his strength and flipped over, switching their positions.

"What?" Thunder was taken aback.

Now it was Liu Wenhao's turn to be on top. He didn't waste the opportunity and immediately used a joint lock to control Lei Ting's arm.

"Give up," Liu Wenhao said. "If you keep going, you'll injure your arm."

Chapter 1248 Study!

"I won't give up!" Thunder roared, trying to break free.

But the power of joint locks lies in the fact that the more you struggle, the more painful it becomes. Thunder quickly realized that his arms had reached their limit.

"This is your last chance," Liu Wenhao said, increasing his pressure. "Admit defeat."

Thunder's face was contorted with pain, but his eyes were still filled with defiance.

"I..." He was about to speak when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm. "I give up!"

The referee immediately stepped forward to separate the two.

"The winner is Liu Wenhao!"

The entire stadium erupted in cheers. The audience cheered wildly, and thunderous applause resounded.

"Champion! Liu Wenhao is the champion!"

"Chinese Kung Fu has won!"

"It's incredible!"

Liu Wenhao stood up, looking at the cheering audience, his feelings were complicated. He had indeed won, but the match had taken a heavy toll on his energy.

Thunder also stood up. Although he had lost the game, there was no anger in his eyes, but rather some admiration.

“You’re very strong.” Lei Ting walked over and extended his hand. “I accept my defeat wholeheartedly.”

“You’re very strong too.” Liu Wenhao grasped his hand. “If it weren’t for good luck, I might have been the one who lost.”

“No, you won fairly.” Thunder shook his head. “Your skills are indeed superior to mine.”

The handshake between the two men drew even louder cheers. The audience was moved by their sportsmanship.

At the awards ceremony, Liu Wenhao stood on the highest podium, holding the championship trophy in his hand. Flashbulbs went off incessantly as reporters scrambled to take pictures.

"Liu Wenhao, how are you feeling right now?" a reporter asked.

"I'm very happy to win the championship," Liu Wenhao replied, "but I think this is just the beginning."

"start?"

"Yes, the path of martial arts is long, and I still have a lot to learn."

"So what are your plans for the future?"

Liu Wenhao thought for a moment and said, "Continue to learn and continue to improve."

This answer surprised the reporters. They had expected Liu Wenhao to make some grand pronouncements or announce some business plan.

After the awards ceremony, Liu Wenhao was surrounded by various media outlets and businesses. They all wanted to collaborate with the newly crowned champion.

"Mr. Liu, our company would like to invite you to be the spokesperson for our sports shoes."

"Mr. Liu, how about you consider making a movie? The fee is negotiable."

"Mr. Liu, would you be interested in opening a martial arts school? We are willing to invest."

Faced with these temptations, Liu Wenhao simply politely said that he needed to consider them.

Back in the locker room, Manager Wang was so excited he almost cried.

"Mr. Liu, we've struck it rich!" Manager Wang exclaimed, gesturing wildly. "Those endorsement offers alone are worth tens of millions!"

"Manager Wang, calm down." Liu Wenhao changed his mind.

"Congratulations, Xiao Hao." Mr. Ma's face showed a rare smile. "This championship did not come easily."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master." Liu Wenhao placed the trophy on the stone table. "If it weren't for the principles you taught me, I wouldn't have been able to win against Thunder."

Mr. Ma waved his hand and said, "The master can only lead you to the door; the practice is up to you. You have to develop real skills yourself."

As they were talking, Master Chen walked in from outside, his face bearing a complicated expression.

"Xiao Hao, congratulations." Master Chen's voice was somewhat low. "I watched yesterday's match; it was truly exciting."

Chapter 1249 Cooperation!

"Master Chen, you're too kind." Liu Wenhao stood up. "Your student Li Qiang is also very good. If it weren't for good luck, I might not have been able to win."

“No, you won fairly.” Master Chen sighed. “After Li Qiang lost to you, he reflected on it for a long time. He said there was something about you that he lacked.”

"what?"

“Mindset.” Master Chen looked into the distance. “He said that when you were practicing boxing, there were no distracting thoughts in your eyes, only a pure love for martial arts.”

Mr. Ma nodded in agreement: "Junior brother is right. At a high level, martial arts is not about technique, but about mindset."

Liu Wenhao felt a warmth in his heart as he listened to his two mentors' words. This period of training had not only improved his skills but, more importantly, purified his soul.

"Oh, right, Xiao Hao," Master Chen suddenly remembered something, "someone came looking for you this morning."

"Looking for me?" Liu Wenhao asked, somewhat puzzled. "Who is it?"

“A foreigner, who said he was the manager of some fighting club,” Master Chen frowned. “The man was very arrogant and said he wanted to invite you to fight professionally abroad.”

"Professional competition?" Liu Wenhao was taken aback.

“Yes, that person said the video of you beating the Thunder caused a sensation abroad, and many clubs want to sign you.” Master Chen’s expression was not good. “But I think that person has ill intentions.”

Mr. Ma frowned as well: "Xiao Hao, you have to be careful. Professional fighting is different from our kind of competition; there are many hidden dangers in it."

“I know, Master.” Liu Wenhao nodded. “Besides, I’m still in school and can’t go abroad.”

As they were talking, Manager Wang rushed in.

"Mr. Liu, something terrible has happened!" Manager Wang exclaimed anxiously. "That foreigner is here again, and he's brought a bunch of reporters with him!"

"What foreigner?" Liu Wenhao asked.

"It's that manager of some fighting club, named Johnson." Manager Wang wiped his sweat. "He's been saying that if you don't go abroad to develop your career, you're wasting your talent. He also said that the martial arts environment in China is too backward to cultivate true masters."

Upon hearing this, Master Chen's expression instantly changed: "This foreigner is too arrogant!"

Although Mr. Ma did not speak, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

“Let’s go take a look.” Liu Wenhao stood up.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the martial arts gym, a group of people were indeed gathered there. A tall white man was speaking eloquently to the reporter.

“In our Japan, geniuses like Liu Wenhao would have been given special training long ago,” Johnson said with obvious superiority. “But in China, he can only waste his time in this kind of small martial arts school.”

"Mr. Johnson, do you mean that the martial arts environment in China is not as good as in Japan?" a reporter asked.

“Of course!” Johnson laughed dismissively. “Just look at this martial arts gym. How can you possibly train world-class athletes when you don’t even have decent training equipment?”

These words angered the onlookers, but they were hesitant to react because the other party was a foreigner.

"That foreigner is going too far!" someone whispered.

"Exactly! Our martial arts have been passed down for thousands of years. Do we really need his guidance?"

Liu Wenhao walked to the front of the crowd, and Johnson immediately noticed him.

“Ah, Mr. Liu!” Johnson said in broken Chinese, “I am Johnson, from a professional combat sports promotion company in Japan.”

"Hello." Liu Wenhao nodded politely. "I heard you wanted to discuss a collaboration with me?"

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"Yes!" Johnson exclaimed excitedly. "Our company wants to sign you and guarantee you'll become a world-class fighter within three years. Starting salary of one million US dollars per year!"

Those around gasped when they heard the number. A million US dollars—that's tens of millions of RMB!

But Liu Wenhao's expression remained calm: "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't have that plan for the time being."

"Why?" Johnson asked, puzzled. "Don't you want to be a world champion?"

"I want to, but not in your way," Liu Wenhao replied directly.

Johnson's expression turned somewhat grim: "Mr. Liu, I think you might not be aware of reality. In China, you're at best a local champion. If you want to stand on the world stage, you have to go to Japan."

"Really?" Liu Wenhao countered. "Then why did the Thunder lose to me, the champion of this region?"

Johnson was taken aback for a moment, but quickly retorted: "The Thunder are just a second-rate team. You haven't met the real masters yet."

"So, how do you feel about my current skill level?" Liu Wenhao asked.

"To be honest, it's just average." Johnson said bluntly, "Where we're from, your level wouldn't even meet the threshold for professional competition."

These words enraged the onlookers. Liu Wenhao had just won the championship, and this foreigner was saying he didn't even meet the basic requirements?

"That foreigner is too arrogant!"

"Liu Wenhao, teach him a lesson!"

Despite the crowd's anger, Liu Wenhao remained calm: "Then what level do you think qualifies as professional?"

“They need to be able to beat at least one of our company’s trial players,” Johnson said smugly. “I just happened to bring one with me. Want to give him a try?”

Liu Wenhao glanced at Mr. Ma, and seeing his master nod slightly, he agreed: "Okay."

Johnson immediately waved, and a young Black man stepped out from behind the crowd. He was tall and muscular, clearly a trained fighter.

“This is Jack, one of our company’s trial players,” Johnson introduced. “Although he’s not a professional player yet, his skill level is already very close.”

Jack looked Liu Wenhao up and down, his eyes full of disdain: "This is the kid who defeated Thunder? He doesn't look that great."

"Then let's give it a try." Liu Wenhao was not provoked.

Soon, a makeshift fighting ring was set up in the courtyard of the martial arts school. As the news spread, more and more people came to watch.

"This is going to be good!"

"Go Liu Wenhao! Make the Chinese people proud!"

"That foreigner is too arrogant, they must be taught a lesson!"

Jack stretched and said to Johnson, "Boss, is three minutes enough?"

“That’s enough,” Johnson sneered. “Remember, don’t go too far. It’ll be hard to explain if you hurt someone.”

This blatant disregard fueled the anger of the onlookers, but Liu Wenhao remained calm.

As soon as the match began, Jack immediately displayed the level of a professional fighter. His attacks were well-organized, with each punch carrying a clear purpose.

Unlike the Thunder's violent aesthetics, Jack focuses more on skill and rhythm. Every attack he makes is meticulously calculated, trying to find Liu Wenhao's weaknesses.

"This black man's technique is indeed quite good," Mr. Ma commented from the audience.

“He’s even harder to deal with than Thunder.” Master Chen nodded. “While Thunder is powerful, it has obvious weaknesses. This Jack is more well-rounded.”