Let the true energy circulate for a while

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A recurring topic in the combat sports world is the ideological clash between modern combat sports and traditional martial arts.

Zhang Baiwei patiently explained, "Respected Mr. Wilson, all traditional kung fu is the same; the training methods are outdated and unscientific. Your Western fighting philosophy is the most scientific!"

Wilson frowned and asked, "Zhang, do you know Bruce Lee? He practiced Wing Chun and later founded Jeet Kune Do!"

Zhang Baiwei said, "He's an actor, thank you. Bruce Lee is dead, so whether he could actually fight or whether it was just hype is no longer relevant."

"No, Bruce Lee was capable of real combat!"

"Zhang, Cai Nisi Kongfu, maybe it's not as bad as you say." Actually, foreigners still admire China for having kung fu masters.

Zhang Baiwei said, "Oh my God, Mr. Wilson, don't be brainwashed by some of the swindlers in our country! They're just trying to piggyback on Bruce Lee's legacy with Wing Chun! Ip Man was just an old man; I could take on six of him by myself."

The two foreigners looked helpless. They were new to China and very interested in the kung fu of this mysterious Eastern country, but now they were somewhat disappointed.

Wilson shrugged, looking dejected. "Oh, that's a shame. I was hoping to exchange ideas with the kung fu masters from China."

Another foreigner shook his head: "Hey buddy, maybe we've come to the wrong place."

Zhang Baiwei wasn't angry. He pointed to a few people practicing Wing Chun nearby and said, "Do you dare come out and fight this foreigner?"

Huang Hongxiong has been practicing at the National Martial Arts Academy for seven or eight years. He gives the impression that he has always regarded traditional martial arts as a faith. At this moment, Zhang Baiwei and a few young people, along with two foreigners, have desecrated his faith!

He couldn't take it anymore and roared, "Zhang Baiwei, what the hell are you from? These foreigners have come all this way to learn and exchange ideas, and you're just sucking up to them? Calling them 'foreign masters'? Besides, traditional martial arts are profound and extensive, not what you think."

Zhang Baiwei said, "You practitioners of traditional martial arts are all the same, believing in that nonsense about internal energy and dantian meridians! Where are the meridians? Where are the acupoints? With technology so advanced now, why can't the instruments detect them? Don't embarrass yourselves by treating dross like treasure!"

Huang Hongxiong was already furious: "Is current science the final explanation? Every few decades, some arguments are overturned! There are many things that can't be explained! If you were born in the late Qing Dynasty, you would definitely be a traitor. I can't stand it anymore, bring me my Eight-Cut Sword!"

Zhang Baiwei said, "Don't try to twist the facts, Huang Hongxiong. I hope you wake up soon. Don't pass on this outdated culture to the next generation and harm them!"

Huang Hongxiong was so angry that he trembled all over.

Many people around frowned; some supported it, while others opposed it.

Someone whispered, "Alright, Budweiser, you're making a mountain out of a molehill."

"Yes, that's enough. They each have their own advantages."

"Gentlemen, did I say something wrong?" Zhang Baiwei spread his hands and shouted loudly.

"I'm leaving. Don't ever say you know me, Niu Junjie." A burly man who came with Zhang Baiwei cursed as he left.

He was tricked into coming to watch the foreigner fight the Wing Chun master. After all that, this guy just kept babbling on and on, as if he was deliberately trying to provoke the other party.

Anyone could see that Zhang Baiwei did it on purpose.

The argument at the doorway grew increasingly heated.

"Try saying that again! Come on, let's fight!" Huang Hongxiong rolled up his sleeves, ready to go up and beat the arrogant young man, but was grabbed by his companion from behind.

"Old Huang, don't get carried away. This kid's trying to provoke you."

"Let me go! I'm itching to stretch my muscles today!" Huang Hongxiong was being held by his companion, and he was kicking his legs wildly.

Zhang Baiwei sneered, stretched his head forward, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Go ahead and hit me, I beg you, hit me, come on."

Two young girls sitting at the front desk started making phone calls.

Gong Rongrong stood up, turned her head to look at the door, and said:

"Chen Ye, sit down for a while, I need to take care of something."

"What do they do?"

"A new boxing gym opened on North Street last month and hired several foreign coaches. These people are deliberately trying to cause trouble; it's a competition between peers."

"Let's wait for Uncle Tang to come."

Gong Rongrong smiled faintly, turned around and said, "No need, I haven't stretched my muscles in a long time."

A look of surprise flashed in Chen Ye's eyes; she didn't seem to be an ordinary receptionist!

Gong Rongrong stood up, took out a hair tie from her pocket as she walked, raised her snow-white chin, and tied her hair up, giving people a heroic and dashing feeling.

She casually rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair and delicate forearms, took off her high heels, and walked barefoot onto the carpet to the door.

The two foreigners at the door lit up when they saw a beautiful woman coming in. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with admiration.

Gong Rongrong said, "What are you doing? This is a legitimate combat training center. There's a police station up ahead if you want to fight. Go fight there!"

Zhang Baiwei said sarcastically, "Little beauty, this is none of your business, go to the side."

Gong Rongrong sneered, "Aren't you leaving?"

Zhang Baiwei, acting like a stubborn fool, yelled, "I'm not leaving! Do you dare hit me? Do you dare puncture my tires?"

"Little girl, being pretty is not a license for arrogance. You'll easily get taken advantage of if you're out at night, understand?" Seeing that no one dared to make a move, Zhang Baiwei became even more rampant, gesturing wildly and pointing his finger at the woman in front of him, who was both beautiful and had a great figure.

Gong Rongrong's eyes narrowed slightly, and she made a lightning-fast move, grabbing the other person's fingers and exerting force upwards!

Zhang Baiwei yelled in pain, "Let go! Let go of me!"

Gong Rongrong increased the force, and Zhang Baiwei subconsciously bent over, clenching his other fist and instinctively swinging it toward her lower abdomen.

Gong Rongrong remained calm, raised her leg and kicked Zhang Baiwei's face with her bare foot.

The two foreigners exclaimed in unison, "Cool!"

"Thai Cool!"

"Zenis Kongfu girl, oh my god, I love her feet."

"The correct way to say it is that I like her legwork, Tom. Your adjective sounds very ungentlemanly."

Gong Rongrong used a clever technique in this kick, causing Zhang Baiwei to stumble and fall to the ground, his nose bleeding. He immediately felt a sense of humiliation.

A sneak attack! No sportsmanship whatsoever.

Gong Rongrong glanced sideways and said calmly, "Come on, didn't you want to fight? Fight back."

Suppressing his elation, Zhang Baiwei swung his hand and yelled, "You're finished! I'll show you how expensive that kick is!"

Wilson said, "Zhang, it's just an exchange of ideas. What you're doing is very inelegant. Beautiful Eastern lady, what's your name?"

Zhang Baiwei covered his nose and yelled, "Pay up! My nose is bleeding!"

Another foreigner said, "May I invite you to dinner, my Chinese Kung Fu girl?"

"Tom, are you going to be my rival?"

"Wilson, I like this girl with Eastern kung fu. We're competing fairly, you don't mind, do you?"

The people nearby were dumbfounded. Were these two foreigners filming a movie? That's just too much...

Zhang Baiwei sat on the ground, covering his head, and pretended to start extorting money from people.

"I'm dizzy, I need to go to the hospital for a checkup! Oh dear, my head hurts so badly, I'm going to have a brain hemorrhage."

Was his plan disrupted? Zhang Baiwei felt he couldn't let the kick go unpunished.

"I'm dizzy, I need to go to the hospital for a checkup!!"

Gong Rongrong said with disgust, "Go ahead and call the police."

"You think I'm joking? I've been putting up with you for too long!" Zhang Baiwei took out his phone to call the police, but was suddenly stopped by a companion next to him.

"Brother Wei, that's enough. Are you really going to call the police?"

"Old He! Which side are you on? Hey, she just kicked me in the face."

Huang Hongxiong said, "Xiao Gong, if we really have to pay money, I'll pay it!"

Actually, this matter is neither a big deal nor a small one; the main problem is that Gong Rongrong made the first move.

For a young girl like her to kick a man's nose until it bled was truly humiliating for Zhang Baiwei.

Zhang Baiwei, head stiff, said, "It's not that I'm afraid of you. We're not going to compete in martial arts today; we're going to talk about the law."

Gong Rongrong was speechless. This mangy dog ​​was indeed difficult to deal with. Then she heard a man's voice.

"I helped the young lady kill this scoundrel with a single blow?"