America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

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A day has passed.

Another preliminary round location for the street fighting tournament.

After school, Li Qun, Peter, Gwen, and Stan Lee would always come to watch the preliminary matches.

The preliminary rounds last for two weeks, with one match each afternoon, and two matches on the afternoons of the weekend. The results of the preliminary rounds are not a direct factor in determining the top eight in the main tournament; rather, the rankings are based on the players' performance, and the top eight players are selected.

Li Qun silently observed the other spectators at the match, wondering if those three guys from yesterday had come to watch the game today.

After searching around, Li Qun found the three Mexican street thugs in a corner.

Li Qun and the gang leader exchanged glances, but the gang leader looked away in a second, deliberately ignoring Li Qun.

It seems that what I said yesterday had an effect.

Thanks to Gwen, and her sheriff father George Stacy.

"Today's preliminary contestants are the favorites."

"Karate versus boxing."

"An Asian versus a Hispanic." Stan Lee was still providing the narration.

"Stan Lee, who do you think is the best?" Li Qun asked.

“That kid named Miyagi looks about your age,” Stan Lee replied.

Chapter 19 Old Man's Drunken Fist

"Hi!!"

The karate boy, Miyagi, startled his opponent with a loud shout. The Hispanic boxer glared angrily at the karate kid.

"start!!"

The karate kid assumed a solid horse stance, carefully parrying his opponent's punches.

"Is the karate he practices also a form of kung fu?" Peter asked Li Qun as he pressed the shutter with his camera.

“Karate originated in China and absorbed many martial arts techniques, so it cannot be said that it has nothing to do with kung fu,” Li Qun replied.

“That looks pretty impressive,” Gwen said.

The karate prodigy Miyagi's every move was very precise, and the clothes he wore for the match today were a dirt-resistant navy blue martial arts uniform. His eyes were fixed on his opponent like two nails.

With his palm strikes and kicks, his movements were sharp and decisive. Most of the people around the arena favored Miyagi and cheered him on.

Karate master Miyagi feinted with both hands, deceiving his opponent's judgment of his punches, and then used a leg strike as the decisive move, kicking the boxer out of the ring with a powerful kick.

"one……"

"two……"

"three……"

"Four……"

"..."

"Nine……"

Before the final countdown, the boxer stood up and returned to the ring, his face pale, after being kicked hard by the karate kid.

The battle in the ring resumed once again. The Hispanic boxer had learned his lesson and knew that the karate kid's main attacks came from the lower body, not the upper body.

However, the boxer misjudged the situation once again.

The boxer threw a punch, but his arm was instantly blocked by the karate master Miyagi, who then performed an over-the-shoulder throw.

The soft mat on the ground kicked up a cloud of dust. As Miyagi threw his opponent to the ground, he also pressed his own body onto the opponent, creating a pincer movement.

The boxer was unable to get up, and the referee declared the karate fighter Miyagi the winner.

Karate master Miyagi had a stern face; he didn't seem happy at all about winning against his opponent.

As Miyagi scanned the audience, he spotted Riqun, who also had yellow skin, among the black and white faces.

At that moment, the karate kid smiled at Li Qun.

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After the match ended, Miyagi squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the Liqun restaurant.

"Hello, my name is Miyagi. I recently moved to this city from San Francisco."

"Oh," Li Qun replied indifferently.

“That’s my teacher, Daniel.” Miyagi pointed to a middle-aged man with blond curly hair in the crowd.

"Are you from Aurora?" Gongcheng asked Liqun.

"Yes."

Is this guy a natural at making friends? Li Qun sized up the karate kid in front of him.

“I am from Okinawa, and I am a successor of the Miyagi-ryu Karate,” Miyagi said.

"I can tell you know kung fu, right?"

"You can tell from that?"

“Your breathing is very steady, and your posture when standing shows signs of exercise. There are many small details that reflect this. Didn’t your teacher tell you these basic facts?” Gongcheng asked Liqun.

“If possible, I would like to spar with you,” Miyagi said.

"Do not."

“My master is quite strict with me. I don’t fight with others or spar with them casually,” Li Qun replied.

"it's a pity."

Miyagi's master, Daniel, called out a few times, and Miyagi squeezed through the crowd back to his master's side.

"You two know each other?" Peter asked curiously.

"I don't know him," Li Qun shook his head.

"Peter, could you send me a few of the photos from today's game?" Gwen asked Peter.

"can!"

“Stan Lee, and Liqun, we’ll give you a few too,” Peter said.

At Uncle Ben's house, there is a basement room specifically for developing photos. Uncle Ben often stays in the basement alone to develop photos.

After Uncle Ben gave Peter a film camera, Uncle Ben recently taught Peter how to develop the photos himself.

The four-person team disbanded, and everyone went home.

An hour after dinner, Liqun told his father about what he had seen and heard at the street fighting competition that day.

"Master, do you know about Miyagi-ryu karate?" Li Qun asked curiously.

"I don't know," the old man simply shook his head.

“That rascal named Miyagi wanted to have a match with me, but I refused,” Li Qun said.

"Why did you refuse? You should have hit him!" the old man said.

“Dad, you’ve never taught me a single move, how am I supposed to fight?” Li Qun said.

"If you want to learn the moves, come here."

The old man beckoned, and Li Qun walked over. Instantly, the old man attacked, and Li Qun raised his hand to block.

The old man made a quick move, and Liqun quickly parried.

No matter how tricky the angle of his father's attack was, Liqun blocked every single one of his father's moves.

"Don't you know how?" Dad stopped what he was doing.

“I was just acting on instinct,” Li Qun said.

“This is the skill of integrating into life; what you lack is not techniques,” the old man said.

"You can learn the moves if you want, but are you capable of doing it?"

Is it difficult?

"You need to be at least 21 years old on your ID card," Dad said.

"21 years old?"

Liqun pondered why his father had brought up his age.

"Lu Dongbin, drunk, could lift a wine pot with the strength of a thousand pounds!"

"Cao Guojiu, the immortal offers wine and locks the throat!"

"Zhang Guolao, drunk, throws his cup and kicks in a series of moves!"

"Iron-Crutch Li, with a spinning elbow and knee strike, strikes Drunken True Man!"

"Han Zhongli, drunkenly strolling, his heart pounding!"

"Lan Caihe, your toast is cut in half!"

"Han Xiangzi, seize his wrist, strike his chest, and play your flute in a drunken frenzy!"

"He Xiangu..."

The old man stopped with his last move, without showing it to Liqun.

"Is this the Eight Immortals of Drunkenness?" Li Qun asked in surprise.

"Hmph, this is Drunken Fist," the old man replied with a smile.

"No wonder I had to wait until I was 21."

"You can't grasp the essence of Drunken Fist unless you're drunk," the old man laughed.

"You just looked at it once, how much did you remember?" Dad asked.

"Uh... I didn't remember anything."