Chapter 54 The quintessence of Chinese culture has long been outdated!
"Once it is tight, its power will be blocked!"
She explained seriously, and the audience was stunned. They wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
After speaking, Master Fang pushed hard again.
As a result, only the disciple in front was pushed. This time, Master Dong didn't even move his feet at all!
"You tightened it again!" Master Fang frowned and said.
"Hahaha..."
As soon as these words came out, all the onlookers laughed.
"Master, if you can't do it, then you can't do it. It's a joke whether you are tight or not!"
Master Dong let go of his hand and said sarcastically, "Sure enough, all martial arts are fake, and you are really just fancy moves, haha..."
As soon as these words came out, the Taoist masters and masters on the high platform all looked very unhappy.
Master Fang's face turned slightly pale, but he still defended himself calmly.
"You are not relaxed enough, and it is also related to the fact that you have never practiced Tai Chi. You don't have internal strength. This will be more effective for people with internal strength!"
"Does that mean that the best way to deal with Tai Chi is not to practice Tai Chi?"
Master Dong laughed so hard that his stomach almost hurt. He sneered, "Relax? Relax so that you can be pushed down by your apprentice? Internal strength? Is there really internal strength in this world? I think you are all liars!"
"Come on, next one." He laughed, "Since you failed, let's change someone else."
"Master Lei, you come?" He turned to the other Tai Chi master who spoke for Master Fang at the beginning.
The other party frowned and did not agree.
Seeing that he was rejected, Master Dong was not surprised. He just curled his lips in disdain and turned his eyes to Master Bao.
"Master Bao, your Bao San Whip is not very powerful? Come up! Come up and fight with me!"
"In front of so many people, you won't be afraid, right?"
Master Bao, who was sitting on the seat of martial arts masters, looked a little ugly.
At this time, the audience in the audience started to make a fuss.
"Go on, Master Bao! Teach this guy a lesson, let him see how powerful our traditional martial arts are!"
"Yes!"
"Don't be a coward!"
Master Bao, who didn't want to go on the stage, was forced to go on the stage under the instigation of the tourists.
A referee saw that they were going to fight, and he also came up from the bottom and stood between the two.
With the referee's order, the competition officially began.
3, 2, 1, Reni GO!
The two men walked face to face for a while, and then Master Dong suddenly rushed up and punched Master Bao's face with his right fist.
One punch, two punches!
Master Bao didn't react, and he didn't even get ready. He was knocked to the ground by two punches.
The referee quickly stopped Master Dong, and Master Bao lay on the ground for several seconds before he stood up again.
After getting up, the two started the second round again.
Master Dong laughed and punched Master Bao again, hitting him in the head, and the opponent fell down again.
In the third round, the two players exchanged punches and kicks, and then Master Bao was hit in the face. He fell straight down like a corpse and didn't get up for a long time.
"Hahaha, is this traditional martial arts?" Master Dong laughed sarcastically.
The tourists below were disappointed and booed, and the live broadcast room also questioned Master Bao's martial arts.
"The King of Asian Dance?"
"Master Bao is amazing. The opponent threw five punches in total, but he was able to catch them all with his face!"
"Luckily he was wearing diapers."
"Does Master Bao really know martial arts? Is he here to give away his experience?"
"That's right, he's probably another liar!"
"What are you talking about? Don't slander him! Master Bao used the bone-melting palm, and his internal strength was damaged. It's just a minor injury. He will be fine after three to five months of rest." "
And Master Bao seemed to be hit, but in fact he hit the opponent with his face and head without knowing it!"
"And his opponent is miserable. He has already suffered internal injuries. He will definitely die within 9981 years!"
"The master is really worthy of being a master. He can transfer his skills into the opponent's body and hide it for decades to slowly exert his power. You must not underestimate him!"
It was the same brother.
"It's this Xiu'er 666 again!"
"Big brother is awesome, take me with you! Haha..."
Netizens began to mock Master Bao, and some even mocked traditional martial arts, thinking that it was just a show and useless.
Master Bao was carried down on the pole.
After defeating Master Bao, Master Dong on the ring became arrogant and loudly promoted a few words to the tourists.
"Now you know, traditional martial arts are useless! I think you might as well learn fighting and karate from me. The national quintessence has long been outdated!"
"What is traditional martial arts now? It's just fancy moves! They are all useless!"
He sighed with emotion, and said with the tone of an experienced person, "Look at the foreign things, they are better than our Chinese ones. Don't be hypnotized by the mentality of national self-improvement."
"Although our Chinese civilization of 5,000 years is indeed great, foreign things are better now. We must keep pace with the times!" As
soon as these words came out, there was a bang, and tourists and spectators immediately started to discuss.
On the high platform, whether it was the martial arts masters or the old predecessors of the Taoist sect, their faces were all very ugly, and they looked at Master Dong angrily.
The netizens who had originally mocked the masters all changed their tune.
"Isn't that too much?"
"That's right, Master Fang and Master Bao can't completely represent traditional martial arts, is it really a good idea to just generalize them like that?"
They were somewhat indignant. Losing the game was nothing, but if it involved the 5,000-year-old Chinese civilization, something they were proud of, then they couldn't help but be angry.
Especially since Master Dong devalued his own country's things and forcibly praised foreign things, it was even more disgusting.
Anyone who is a Chinese would feel uncomfortable and want to prove something for Chinese civilization.
But there was no good way, they could only be anxious secretly, and at the same time hope in their hearts that someone would come out and defeat this garbage that devalued the national quintessence!
"My country's things are almost all lost, right? Isn't it normal that we can't beat them?"
Suddenly someone sadly stated the reality, causing the other netizens to fall silent.
The netizens felt lost.
(End of this chapter)
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