Huayu97: Starting with Wu Song Fighting the Tiger

"Whether it's true or not, you know it in your heart." Su Wanyi's smile faded, and she regained her serious expression. "But let me tell you, when it comes to feelings, age and status don't matter. It's all about mutual affection. I'm interested in Liu Xiang, and you're interested in him too, so let's compete fairly based on our own abilities. No one will resort to tricks. Whoever can win Liu Xiang's heart wins."

As she spoke, she patted Shen Qing's shoulder, her tone both indulgent and authoritative: "Of course, your godmother won't bully you. We're just competing fairly. If Liu Xiang chooses you in the end, your godmother will sincerely wish you both well. But if he chooses me, you can't throw a tantrum, understand?"

Shen Qing was still dazed, her mind buzzing, unable to process these sudden words. Looking at Su Wanyi's serious eyes, which didn't seem to be joking, she felt a mix of confusion, panic, and inexplicable grievance, her eyes welling up slightly: "Godmother, I...I really don't understand..."

"It's okay if you don't understand, you'll understand eventually." Su Wanyi smiled and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. It's getting late, go back to your room and sleep. We have to watch Liu Xiang practice her boxing tomorrow, don't let it interfere with our important business."

As she spoke, she pulled the still dazed Shen Qing into her room and then closed the door.

Inside the room, Shen Qing leaned against the door, then slid down to the floor, hugging her knees. Su Wanyi's words echoed repeatedly in her mind, her thoughts in turmoil. Fair competition? Her godmother wanted to steal Liu Xiang from her? This was outrageous.

She admitted that she had feelings for Liu Xiang, and the fact that he gently draped a blanket over her last night made those feelings grow stronger. But she never imagined that her godmother would also be interested in him.

Moreover, her godmother is so outstanding, beautiful, and capable, and has a prominent position in Macau, while she is just a young girl with no skills or background. How could she possibly compete fairly with her godmother?

Shen Qing grew increasingly confused and aggrieved as she thought about it. Her eyes were red, but she dared not cry out loud. She could only bite her lip, letting her emotions surge within her. She truly did not understand why her godmother would say such a thing. What did it mean?

I can't sleep at this moment!

Shen Qing stayed awake until dawn, her mind filled with the words "fair competition." Liu Xiang, meanwhile, slept poorly on the sofa, dreaming of the warmth of the balcony, Su Wanyi's gaze, and ship collisions. She tossed and turned until dawn, getting up with dark circles under her eyes to wash up.

The morning sunlight streamed through the cruise ship's portholes, casting dappled shadows on the floor. The sea breeze, carrying a faint salty scent, drifted in through the open windows, dispelling the ambiguity and awkwardness of the night and ushering in a busy new day.

Today is the day that Liu Xiang, Li Tiansheng, and Cheng Xiaodong have arranged to train and design a Guangdong-style Southern Fist style.

This time, Liu Xiang is designing a set of Southern Fist martial arts with distinctive Guangdong characteristics. It needs to not only conform to the features of Lingnan martial arts but also be suitable for filming, making it both visually appealing and effective in combat—a considerable challenge. Although Liu Xiang didn't sleep well last night, she spent a long time pondering it in her mind. Combining her knowledge of Lingnan martial arts from her previous life with the martial arts foundation of this body, she already had a preliminary concept in mind.

The agreed location was the training room on the top deck of the cruise ship, which was specially prepared by the cruise ship for this competition. The space was particularly spacious, with thick rubber mats, and some simple training equipment in the corners, such as sandbags, wooden dummies, and dumbbells.

When Liu Xiang arrived, Li Tiansheng and Cheng Xiaodong were already there.

Li Tiansheng was dressed in a gray casual outfit, wearing black-rimmed glasses, his hair neatly combed, holding a notebook in his hand, looking down at something with a serious expression on his face; Cheng Xiaodong was dressed in a black tracksuit, not particularly tall, but exuding a capable air, his fingers tapping lightly on his leg, his eyes filled with anticipation, clearly curious about Liu Xiang's design of the boxing technique.

Liu Xiang didn't dare to be negligent and quickly stepped forward to greet them respectfully: "Director Li, Instructor Cheng, good morning."

"Liu Xiang, come sit here." Li Tiansheng looked up, adjusted his glasses, his serious expression softening into a smile. He pointed to the chair next to him. "How did you sleep last night?"

Liu Xiang's face flushed instantly, and she smiled awkwardly: "It's alright, it's alright, it was just a little tiring, it won't affect my performance today."

Cheng Xiaodong laughed, patted Liu Xiang on the shoulder, and said in a cheerful tone, "Young man, full of energy, this little bit of trouble is nothing. Alright, enough of this small talk, we're all waiting to see your Cantonese Southern Kung Fu, don't let us down."

"Don't worry, Coach Cheng, I already have a rough idea in mind. Today I just want to discuss it with the two seniors and see where it needs improvement." Liu Xiang nodded, and without wasting any words, walked straight to the center of the training room, stretched her arms and legs, and gently turned her neck, making a soft "crackling" sound, as if all her muscles and bones were relaxed.

In 97, the saying "Southern Fist, Northern Leg" was still prevalent in the martial arts world of Hong Kong and Macau.

Southern Fist is the dominant style in the Lingnan region. It is characterized by stable footwork, powerful punches, fierce momentum, less jumping, more short-range fighting, emphasis on close combat, strong and powerful, and focus on lower body stability. Styles such as Hung Kuen, Choy Li Fut, and Wing Chun are representative of Southern Fist. On the other hand, Long Fist is a characteristic of Northern Fist, with smooth movements, a fast rhythm, leaping and jumping, and flexibility.

Liu Xiang's design for Guangdong Southern Fist aims to re-polish the strength, stability, and fluidity of Southern Fist, preserving the characteristics of Lingnan martial arts while also being suitable for filming.

Liu Xiang took a deep breath, her eyes instantly becoming focused. She gently ground her feet, her body slightly lowering, assuming a starting stance.

This starting stance is the classic starting stance of Southern Fist, "Four-Level Horse". The legs are separated, shoulder-width apart, the knees are slightly bent, the center of gravity is lowered, the waist and back are straight, the hands are clenched into fists and placed at the waist. The whole person is as stable as Mount Tai, as if rooted to the ground, and also exudes the unique strength of Southern Fist.

Li Tiansheng and Cheng Xiaodong's eyes lit up instantly. They leaned forward slightly, staring intently at Liu Xiang's movements, and raised their notebooks, ready to take notes at any moment.

The next second, Liu Xiang moved!

He stomped his right foot hard, the rubber pad making a slight thud, and his body shot out like an arrow. His fist whistled through the air as it struck straight ahead. The punch was powerful yet agile, just like the "straight punch" of Southern Fist. But as the punch was about to end, he gently turned his wrist, creating a small arc, adding a touch of nimbleness.

Immediately afterwards, he took a series of steps, still using the "Plum Blossom Step" of Southern Fist. His steps were dense, his lower body was as stable as a rock, and his hands flew like butterflies. Fists, palms, elbows and knees were all thrown out at the same time. The powerful fists were mixed with sharp palm winds, the elbow strikes were heavy and powerful, and the knee strikes were also swift and tricky. Every movement was powerful and vigorous, and it even carried the unique fierceness of Southern Fist.