There was no bikini lady walking around the ring holding a sign.
But there was a lady at the front desk who walked around the ring holding a sign.
"The competition begins." Yang Maolin shouted.
"beat!"
"Fight quickly!"
"kill him!"
...
On the ring, Mark and Sun Long didn't have time to make a move.
A group of people under the ring started shouting excitedly.
Mark stood casually, waiting for Sun Long to attack.
"Master Ma, be careful." Seeing that Mark didn't move, Sun Long reminded him and approached Mark carefully.
"Come on." Mark said casually. His expression was very relaxed, and he didn't seem to be competing in the ring. His long fist has become so perfect that even if he stands casually, he can move forward and retreat freely, and is both offensive and defensive.
He secretly regretted, "It's a pity that it's not a life-and-death arena. So many killing moves can't be used. Otherwise, Sun Long could be killed in one blow." He was armed with a sharp weapon and had a murderous intention.
Mark's eyes made Sun Long feel numb, "Is this coach Ma a pervert? Why is he staring at me so badly? I'm not showing any signs of it?"
With a "hoo" sound, Sun Long punched out.
Mark tilted his head slightly and moved half a step to the side to avoid it.
"Hoo, ho..." Sun Long was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. He punched very fast, and his moves went straight to Mark's head.
Mark flashed casually and thought to himself, "This is wrong. Sun Long's method is boxing, not traditional martial arts."
"Okay, beat him to death." The onlookers shouted excitedly, they didn't care what moves the two sides used.
Mark hid casually for half a minute without fighting back.
Sun Long took a few steps back. He needed to take a breath and rest.
"Master Sun, be careful." Of course, Mark would not give Sun Long a chance to breathe. He directly stepped in front of Sun Long.
"I'll fight..." Mark screamed strangely, but he unconsciously imitated Brother Long.
"Huh." Mark used a lunge and punch.
"Pah." Sun Long couldn't avoid it and was hit in the abdomen.
"Ah." Sun Long screamed silently, with a look of pain on his face, and fell on the ring.
Mark retreated directly without taking the opportunity to throw more punches.
Yang Maolin on the side was a little strange.
"Isn't this a match-fixing?" He walked up to Sun Long in confusion and wanted to ask Sun Long, "Isn't it just a punch in the abdomen? Isn't it appropriate to fall to the ground like this? It's too fake! Where is your professionalism?".
"How are you? Are you okay?" Seeing Sun Long's face in pain, Yang Maolin asked hurriedly. He is also ready to show off his acting skills. They are both foxes for thousands of years, no one is worse than the other.
"I...I'm fine, I was just knocked out from the beating." Sun Long slowly recovered. He couldn't speak just now.
Mark's ordinary lunge punch seemed ordinary, but it was actually extraordinary. The position of his strike was unusual, just enough to distract Sun Long and make him temporarily powerless.
Under the ring.
"Fuck, let's fight the match-fixing."
"is that a lie!"
"I thought it was a martial arts competition, but I didn't expect it was an acting show!"
"Refunded. Um..., it seems the tickets were confiscated."
...
In the arena.
"Everyone, please stop making noise. Master Sun was beaten so hard that he was not just pretending." Yang Maolin shouted loudly. He has discovered that it is not match-fixing.
It's just that it was okay if he didn't say it, but when he did, the reaction from below was even greater.
"You were distracted by just one punch? Just lie to the devil."
"That's right, you have to look good and be professional when you want to deceive people. Please don't insult our intelligence."
"It's so outrageous. You can't lie to people like this."
"What bullshit traditional martial arts? It's just another exhibition match."
"I didn't expect that guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes to be a shill. I really didn't see it."
...
In the arena.
"Don't make any noise. If you don't believe it, you can come up and have a look. Master Sun is really distracted." Yang Maolin shouted again.
"I don't believe it, I want to see it." Someone immediately jumped onto the ring.
"I want to watch too." More than a dozen people jumped onto the ring.
The scene immediately became chaotic.
Ding Ming hurried to Mark's side and asked in a low voice: "Teacher, that Sun Long's performance is a bit fake. Ask him to act more realistically." He thought that this competition was arranged by Mark in advance.
"You also think it's match-fixing?" Mark laughed.
"Teacher, isn't it?" Ding Ming asked doubtfully.
"Of course not. I don't know that Sun Long. He was brought in by Coach Wu to cause trouble. How could it be arranged by me? Use your brain." Mark smiled.
"It wasn't a match-fixing, so why did Sun Long fall down after just one punch?" Ding Ming asked in confusion.
"Of course I did it." Mark smiled.
"But you only punched me once." Ding Ming still didn't believe it. He didn't believe that Mark could make Sun Long fall to the ground with one punch. Mark was not Tyson.
"My punch is extraordinary." Mark said like a master.
"Unusual? What's unusual? Isn't it lunging and punching? I can do it too." Ding Ming said eagerly to give it a try. He wanted to perform a lunge punch, and he thought he was doing well.
"Yes, it's just lunging and punching. But what I hit is different from what you hit." Mark laughed.
"But..." Ding Ming wanted to say something else.
But no more needs to be said.
"I'm really angry. Everyone, get out of the way and don't surround me." At this time, someone had already seen clearly that it was not a match-fixing, but a real punch that knocked Sun Long out of his mind.
"It's indeed true. Please stop making noise and be quiet."
"What a distraction. Master Ma's punches are so powerful."
"Is it so magical? He was defeated with one punch."
"What punch did Master Ma use just now?"
"It's like lunging and punching."
"Lunge punch? I learned this in the past few days. I didn't expect it to be so powerful."
"It's not that the boxing technique is great, it's that the person is great. The key is that the punch hit the vital point."
"The abdomen is considered a vital point? No, right?"
"Of course the abdomen is the key point. The most powerful one is Master Ma, he is really accurate."
"Maybe it's a blind cat meeting a dead mouse."
"Coach Ma is so awesome. I didn't register for the wrong class."
"Master Ma is giving a class? Let me sign up too."
"Go together."
...
Several of Sun Long's apprentices carried Sun Long to the rest room.
"Everyone, the competition is over, let's disperse." Yang Maolin shouted.
"Anyone who wants to learn Chang Quan from Master Ma, please sign up with me." Ding Ming took the opportunity to shout.
"I want to sign up."
"Master Ma is a master, I'll sign up too." The two sitters shouted first.
"Let me sign up and give it a try. How much does it cost?" A fool was led into the rhythm.
...
lounge.
"Master Sun, are you okay?" Mark asked with concern.
"Master Ma, I'm fine, I'm just temporarily weak and need to slow down." Sun Long said weakly.
"It's fine. I'm going to be harsh on this, so I hope you won't be offended." Mark said politely.
"I don't blame you. I was careless. I didn't expect Master Ma's superb boxing skills and accurate strikes, which opened my eyes." Sun Long said in admiration.
"Master Sun, in the competition just now, you didn't use traditional martial arts, right?" Mark asked casually.
"No. I have practiced Sanda and boxing a lot over the years. As soon as I got into the ring, I subconsciously used boxing and forgot to use traditional martial arts. Please don't blame Master Ma." Sun Long said with a look of shame.
"Sigh... I don't blame you. In the final analysis, traditional martial arts is in decline." Mark shook his head.
"Traditional martial arts cannot be fought. This is a recognized fact. I believed it before. Now that I see Master Ma hiding his secrets, I understand that masters are among the people. Real masters disdain fame and fortune." Sun Long He said with admiration.
...
Mark went to the changing room to change his clothes and left quietly.
