Hong Kong Film: Starting Undercover from the Five Tigers!

"Easier said than done," Liu Wenhao said with a wry smile.

Backstage in the lounge, all the athletes were making their final preparations. Some were warming up, some were meditating, and others were discussing tactics with their coaches.

"Liu Wenhao, your opponent has been announced." Manager Wang walked over with a document in hand. "In the first round, you will face Mad Dog Ma Dong."

Liu Wenhao took the information and looked at it. Ma Dong, 28 years old, a former freestyle fighter, nicknamed "Mad Dog". From the photo, he was a burly man with a face full of scars.

What do you think of Ma Dong?

"His strength is average, but his fighting style is very brutal." Chen Li frowned. "His strength is that he can withstand a lot of blows and is not afraid of pain. He often fights head-on with his opponents."

"A head-on fight?" Liu Wenhao recalled Mr. Ma's teachings. "That's perfect. I'm least afraid of head-on fights."

“That’s not what I meant.” Chen Li shook his head. “Ma Dong’s relentless fighting style is suicidal. He often counterattacks even when he’s injured, and many opponents are intimidated by his madness.”

Liu Wenhao nodded, and began to think of a solution.

"Attention all contestants, the competition is about to begin. Please get ready," the announcer's voice came over the loudspeaker.

Liu Wenhao stood up and stretched his limbs.

"Remember, the first game is very important." Manager Wang followed behind him. "You must play with great momentum and make the audience remember you."

"I see.".

Chapter 1238 Triumphant!

On his way to the ring, Liu Wenhao heard various sounds coming from the audience.

"Is that young man Liu Wenhao? He looks quite thin."

"I heard he's really good at fighting and quite popular online."

"What a load of crap, he looks like a high school student, what kind of strength could he possibly have?"

"I'm betting on Ma Dong to win; that kid looks like he's no match for me."

Listening to these comments, Liu Wenhao calmed down. Others' opinions didn't matter; what mattered was that he knew how strong he was.

"Now, please welcome the challenger, Liu Wenhao!"

As the host introduced him, Liu Wenhao stepped onto the stage. Sparse applause came from the audience, clearly indicating that they were not optimistic about this young newcomer.

"Another contestant, nicknamed 'Mad Dog' Ma Dong!"

When Ma Dong appeared, the audience was noticeably more enthusiastic. This burly man walked with a swagger, a sinister grin on his face.

"Kid, are you sure you want to fight me?" Ma Dong looked at Liu Wenhao. "I suggest you admit defeat now to avoid getting hurt."

"Thank you for your concern, but it's not necessary," Liu Wenhao replied calmly.

"Haha, you've got guts!" Ma Dong cracked his neck, making a snapping sound. "Then I won't hold back."

The referee walked to the center: "Everyone knows the rules: hitting the back of the head and groin is prohibited; other parts are fine. The match begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Dong rushed towards Liu Wenhao like a madman, swinging his fists wildly without any strategy.

"Is this how mad dogs fight?" Liu Wenhao was somewhat surprised.

He had initially thought his opponent would employ some special techniques, but it turned out to be pure, random shooting. This style of play might be very threatening to ordinary people, but for him, it was practically a free point.

Liu Wenhao easily dodged Ma Dong's attacks while observing his opponent's weaknesses.

Ma Dong attacked continuously for a minute, but didn't land a single punch on Liu Wenhao. Instead, he was exhausted and panting heavily.

"Why are you just dodging and not fighting?" Ma Dong stopped, panting heavily.

"I'm waiting for you to get tired," Liu Wenhao answered honestly.

This made Ma Dong even angrier: "You underestimate me?"

He charged again, this time with an even more frenzied attack. But the angrier he became, the more chaotic his movements became, and the more openings he created.

Liu Wenhao felt the time was ripe. When Ma Dong's heavy punch missed, he seized the opportunity and, using a Tai Chi push, easily threw Ma Dong to the ground with the force of Ma Dong's forward momentum.

There was an uproar.

"How is that possible? Ma Dong is such a big guy, how could he be knocked down by a high school student?"

"This kid's got some skills."

Ma Dong got up from the ground, his face even more unsightly: "What trick are you playing?"

“No tricks, this is martial arts.” Liu Wenhao assumed a horse stance. “Do you want to continue?”

Ma Dong gritted his teeth and charged forward again. But this time, Liu Wenhao didn't give him another chance.

A precise straight punch struck Ma Dong in the temple. Ma Dong swayed, then fell heavily to the ground and never got up again.

"KO! Winner: Liu Wenhao!"

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause. Those who had just been questioning Liu Wenhao were now his fans.

"That was brilliant! This kid has potential!"

"I was wrong, this isn't an ordinary high school student, this is a genius!"

Stepping off the ring, Manager Wang was so excited his face turned red: "Mr. Liu, you were amazing! That fall just now was a work of art!"

"It's alright," Liu Wenhao said modestly, but he was secretly quite pleased with himself.

Chapter 1239: Unleashing the Power!

"The next match is tomorrow, so get some rest." Chen Li handed him a bottle of water. "But I think, with your current performance, you should have no problem making it to the semifinals."

Back in the lounge, Liu Wenhao took out his phone and sent a message to Mr. Ma: "Master, I won the first match."

Mr. Ma quickly replied: "Don't be arrogant or impatient, keep up the good work."

Although it was just a few words, Liu Wenhao could feel his master's care and encouragement.

When he got home in the evening, his mother was waiting for him in the living room.

"How is it?" Mom asked anxiously.

"We won." Liu Wenhao sat on the sofa and briefly recounted the process of the match.

"My son is amazing!" Mom beamed with joy. "Oh, by the way, a reporter wants to interview you; I told him to come back tomorrow."

"A reporter?" Liu Wenhao was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, they said it's from a sports channel, specializing in reporting on combat sports." Mom pulled out a business card. "Would you like to do an interview?"

Liu Wenhao thought for a moment and said, "Never mind, I don't really like facing the camera."

"Why? This is a good thing; it will increase brand awareness."

“Mom, I’m participating in the competition to test my skills, not to become famous,” Liu Wenhao said earnestly. “Besides, my master said that martial arts are not for showing off.”

The mother looked at her son, her eyes filled with pride. This child had truly grown up; he knew what was important and what wasn't.

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Mom nodded. "But you have to promise me you'll be careful in tomorrow's game."

"I will."

On the second day of the competition, Liu Wenhao's opponent was a Taekwondo practitioner named Kim Tae-yong, who was Korean.

"So you're that kid who uses Chinese Kung Fu?" Kim Tae-yong looked at Liu Wenhao with disdain in his eyes. "Chinese Kung Fu is outdated. It's the era of Taekwondo now."

"Really?" Liu Wenhao wasn't angry. "Then you prove it."

Kim Tae-yong is indeed very skilled in Taekwondo. His leg techniques are flexible and varied, and he has great power. His high kicks, side kicks, and back kicks are all very threatening.

However, after this period of training, Liu Wenhao has become quite experienced in dealing with opponents who only have one skill.

He used Tai Chi techniques to dodge Kim Tae-yong's leg strikes while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

"Is all you can do is hide?" Kim Tae-yong asked impatiently.

“Hiding is also a tactic,” Liu Wenhao smiled.

Kim Tae-yong was enraged, and his attacks became more ferocious, but also more irrational.

When his high kick missed, Liu Wenhao seized the opportunity. He threw a low punch, hitting Kim Tae-yong in the abdomen, and immediately followed up with an uppercut.

Kim Tae-yong was forced to retreat repeatedly, but he had a strong will and quickly regained his footing.

"You've got some skills." Kim Tae-yong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "But do you think you can defeat me like this?"

The ensuing battle became even more intense. The two exchanged blows, employing a variety of techniques. Kim Tae-yong's Taekwondo was elegant and powerful, while Liu Wenhao's Tai Chi mixed martial arts was more practical.

In the end, Liu Wenhao used a perfect Tai Chi push hand to throw Kim Tae-yong off the ring.

"Impossible!" Kim Tae-yong scrambled to his feet. "How could I possibly lose to Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Kung Fu knows no borders, only levels of skill," Liu Wenhao said calmly.

This victory drove the audience even more wild. They finally witnessed real Chinese Kung Fu, not just the fancy moves in the movies, but real combat skills.

Chapter 1240 Suggestions!

With two consecutive victories, Liu Wenhao has become the focus of the competition. Various media outlets want to interview him, but he has refused them all.

"Mr. Liu, you're now the favorite to win the championship!" Manager Wang was so excited he couldn't sleep. "If you win, we'll be rich!"

"Manager Wang, I'd like to ask you a question," Liu Wenhao said, looking at him. "What do you think is the significance of martial arts?"

Manager Wang was taken aback for a moment: "Making money, what else could it be?"

This answer disappointed Liu Wenhao somewhat. It seemed that Manager Wang's ideas were completely different from his.

This is normal, since everyone has different values.

The day of the semifinals has arrived.

Liu Wenhao's opponent was a surprising opponent to everyone—Li Qiang, the Sanda fighter who was defeated by him with a single punch at the Zhengwu Hall.

"I didn't expect to see you again." Li Qiang stood backstage, looking at Liu Wenhao. "But this time is different."

"What's different?" Liu Wenhao asked curiously.

“I’ve been studying your playing style for the past two months.” Li Qiang’s eyes gleamed. “I’ve watched every single one of your matches and analyzed every single move you made.”

Liu Wenhao frowned. An opponent who had specifically studied him was indeed quite troublesome.

"Besides, I've found a good mentor." Li Qiang smiled mysteriously. "You should know him."

"Who?"

"Master Chen."

Liu Wenhao was taken aback. Master Chen was the instructor at Zhengwu Martial Arts Academy and a disciple of Master Ma.

"Master Chen agrees to teach you?"

“Of course, he said I have talent and am worth nurturing.” Li Qiang said proudly, “And he also said that I should give you a surprise.”

Liu Wenhao felt a little uncomfortable. Although he knew it was normal for masters to teach their disciples, it still felt strange that Master Chen would specifically train a competitor to deal with him.

"Game start!"

Li Qiang immediately displayed a completely different style. His movements became more fluid, and his attacks were more methodical. Clearly, the past two months of training had transformed him.

"Can you feel it?" Li Qiang said while attacking. "This is authentic Sanda technique!"

Indeed, Li Qiang is much stronger now than he was two months ago. Every move he makes has a clear purpose; it's no longer just about brute force.

But Liu Wenhao is not the same Liu Wenhao he was two months ago.

He used Tai Chi techniques to deflect Li Qiang's attacks while observing his opponent's habits and weaknesses.

“I’ve seen this move before.” Li Qiang suddenly changed his stance, delivering a side kick straight for Liu Wenhao’s waist. “Master Chen said that Tai Chi is most afraid of fast attacks!”

Liu Wenhao didn't have time to use Tai Chi techniques to deflect the kick, so he had to take it head-on.

boom!

With a muffled thud, Liu Wenhao staggered back a few steps, a sharp pain shooting through his waist.

"How was it? Not a pleasant experience, huh?" Li Qiang laughed smugly. "I've specifically practiced techniques to counter Tai Chi!"

A commotion arose in the stands. Liu Wenhao had actually suffered a loss, something that had never happened in the previous matches.