Hong Kong variety show: I wanted to be a lawyer, but I became a big shot.

Sitting in the corner, looking at his group of brothers brimming with confidence, a sense of unease rose in his heart.

He recalled that more than a month ago, when Lei Yaoyang left the main hall with his men, he also had a similarly ambitious look on his face.

But in the end, Lei Yaoyang never came back.

He closed his eyes and silently prayed: "God bless us, I hope Dongxing can survive this crisis..."

......

Yau Ma Tei, Hung Hing Martial Arts School.

The atmosphere inside the venue had reached its peak.

The stands were packed with people, and amidst the swirling smoke, hundreds of people whispered among themselves, their voices a cacophony of chatter, laughter, and curses.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, smoke, and a sense of excitement that a major battle was about to begin.

Lok Wai-ching stood next to the camera by the ring, holding a microphone, communicating with the cameraman about camera positions.

She wore a professional smile, but a hint of nervousness was hidden in her eyes.

After all, this was the first time she had ever broadcast a martial arts competition live since she became a reporter.

"Welcome to tonight's special program, everyone."

"This match is hosted by Hung Hing Martial Arts School and will be a best-of-three series."

"Each side will send out three athletes to compete in martial arts."

"The first match has been decided... Mr. Tik Chau-ti, a major landlord in Kowloon Walled City, will face off against Mr. Lee Kit, the martial arts instructor of Hung Hing Martial Arts School."

Her voice was broadcast throughout the venue via the public address system, and applause and whistles immediately erupted.

On the stage, Di Qiu had already changed into a white training uniform.

He wasn't particularly tall, but standing there, he exuded an aura of profound and imposing presence.

He moved his wrists and neck, his eyes as cold as ice.

Across from him, Li Jie was wearing a black coach's uniform from the Hung Hing Martial Arts School, looking clean and sharp.

He was a bit taller than Di Qiu, with smooth and firm muscle lines, a typical physique developed through military and police combat training.

Dangdang Dangdang!

"The match begins!"

The moment the referee's bell rang, Diqiu moved.

He moved like a tiger descending a mountain, his steps were so fast that he pounced on Li Jie almost the instant the bell rang.

That speed was nothing like that of someone over fifty.

Li Jie was clearly prepared; he swayed and dodged the fierce first punch.

Di Qiu's punch missed, the wind from the punch whistling past Li Jie's ear with a short whistling sound.

Before Li Jie could catch his breath, Di Qiu's second punch swept across him.

"drink!"

This short punch was fast and ruthless. Li Jie knew he couldn't dodge it, so he had no choice but to cross his arms in front of him and take the hit head-on.

Bang!

The fist slammed into the point where the arms were crossed, producing a dull thud.

Li Jie felt a heavy force pass through his arm, and the impact pushed him back several steps. His feet left two deep marks on the ring, and his arm was so numb that he almost lost all feeling.

"good."

Di Qiu did not pursue, but instead stopped and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

"It's rare to see a young person who can still stand after being hit by my one-inch punch."

"Your abilities are not bad."

He slowly assumed a stance, planting his feet in a standard horse stance, raising his arms like a bridge, and his entire demeanor suddenly changed.

It was a profound skill honed over decades in the Southern style of Hung Kuen. Once unleashed, even the spectators below the stage could feel an invisible pressure.

"Next, I'll show you what true, hard-hitting Hung Gar Kung Fu looks like!"

"ha!"

Di Qiu shouted loudly, his voice like a booming bell, making people's eardrums buzz.

His stance was extremely low, his upper body leaned slightly forward, his arms stretched like an iron bridge, and all the strength in his body was concentrated in his lower body.

Hung Gar Kung Fu emphasizes hard stances and powerful, aggressive style.

Di Qiu's decades of accumulated skills were now on full display on this small arena.

Li Jie took a deep breath and tried to get his arm out of the numbness.

He is a pragmatic person who knows his strengths lie in speed and flexibility.

Trying to outmaneuver Di Qiu in terms of raw skill is tantamount to suicide.

The only chance of winning is to disrupt the opponent's rhythm with rapid and dense continuous attacks, and then strike a decisive blow when they are off guard.

Having made up his mind, Li Jie no longer hesitated, strode forward, and unleashed a series of rapid punches at Di Qiu.

Straight punches, hooks, and swings—each punch carries the rotational force of the waist and hips, moving at an extremely fast speed, like a loaded machine gun.

Ke Diqiu's reaction was completely beyond his expectations.

Facing the barrage of punches, Di Qiu did not retreat an inch.

He crouched down and pressed forward, flipping his forearm and using the rolling bridge technique from Hung Kuen.

His two arms were like two iron rods, grinding back and forth against Li Jie's incoming fists.

With each contact, the opponent's punching force is deflected at an extremely small angle.

As the fists came, he blocked with his arms; as the arms came, he moved with his body. Li Jie's continuous attacks were like hitting a moving wall. Seven or eight out of ten punches were deflected or neutralized.

Li Jie became increasingly alarmed as he fought, feeling his strength being constantly depleted and disintegrated.

What's even more terrifying is that Di Qiu's steps are getting closer and closer, and the distance between the two is getting shorter and shorter.

Finally, Di Qiu spotted an opening, suddenly lowered his body, and almost pressed himself against Li Jie.

At this distance, he didn't need to spread his arms at all; his fist was only a few inches in front of him. Yet, from those few inches, he delivered the most ferocious inch punch in Hung Kuen.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Li Jie felt as if an iron pestle had stabbed him hard in the chest. A sharp pain spread from his chest, and he was blasted into the air by the deep internal force, flying back two or three meters before crashing heavily onto the arena.

He lay on his back on the ground, limbs outstretched, eyes wide open.

The excruciating pain in his chest made it difficult for him to breathe, and he involuntarily let out painful groans.

On the stage, Di Qiu slowly straightened up and gradually withdrew his fist.

He looked down at Li Jie, who had fallen to the ground, a hint of arrogance flashing across his face.

"This punch is the culmination of thirty years of training."

"Can you handle it?"

A murmur of disbelief erupted from the audience.

Many people didn't even see how that punch was thrown.

Even though Di Qiu's arm hadn't been pulled away and Li Jie was still launching a fierce attack, in the blink of an eye, he was sent flying.

Only a few people who had practiced martial arts understood the mystery of that move, and they couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

Boos and curses followed.

Those viewers who bet on Li Jie to win turned green with rage, jumping up from their seats and hurling insults at the ring.

Inside the office on the second floor, Lin Bei, Liang Kun, and others were looking down through the glass window.

"Oh dear, what a miscalculation!"

"I never expected that the young and vigorous Li Jie would be no match for that old bastard Di Qiu?"

Liang Kun slapped his thigh, his face full of regret.

Gao Jin stood to the side, shaking his head slightly.

"Brother Kun, it's not that Li Jie can't beat Di Qiu, it's that Li Jie was too careless."

He paused, then pointed at Li Jie, who was getting up on the stage.

"Li Jie is only thirty years old this year, and his physical strength and speed are far superior to Di Qiu's."

"His original plan was probably to end the battle as quickly as possible."

"But he knew too little about the internal strength of martial arts and did not expect that Di Qiu's inch punch could have such strong penetrating power."

"Although that punch didn't land completely, the force of the punch penetrated his arm and chest, causing his muscles to become paralyzed for a short period of time."