Chapter Thirty-Four: The Tragedy of the End of the Martial Era



However, he lacked sharpness and killing intent.

He took a step back as soon as he took the stage, which was beneficial to both sides, but he lost momentum first.

Moreover, he has a gentle temperament and doesn't seem like someone from a shady gang. Plus, he comes from a respectable background, so it's really strange that he's been fighting for the Number Gang until now.

Tan Bokuan said with a wry smile, "Even the disciples of the Four Heavenly Kings of Wing Chun need to eat."

My father got cancer, my son was diagnosed with congenital heart disease right after birth, and my wife is so exhausted from taking care of me that she looks like a grandmother in her fifties or sixties.

I only make a few dozen yuan teaching a student. If I don't resort to illegal means to make a living, I can't even save my father and son's lives!

Not everyone who learns Wing Chun can become Bruce Lee. What's the use of having the most powerful punches if you can't even save your family?

Fortunately, Brother Cheng is generous, and I was able to make it to the top four. The money I earned was enough to cover my father's and son's medical expenses.

Yang Sheng remained silent.

In a sense, this world is an era of declining martial arts.

Those who learn boxing can still fight for their lives in the ring with their fists, and can even sell themselves to those in need.

However, decades later, traditional Chinese martial arts have become a complete joke, with only a few clowns and flies buzzing around, while karate, taekwondo, and other martial arts are thriving.

Who should be blamed and who should be blamed is a question that cannot be explained in a few words.

"Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, I can't continue playing."

"If you keep hitting me, my legs will be ruined."

Tan Bokuan looked ashamed, with a hint of nervousness.

He was genuinely afraid that Yin Tiancheng would deduct his pay, which would endanger his father and child's lives.

Without money, they would be sent home by the hospital the next day.

However, Yin Tiancheng didn't blame Tan Bokuan much for losing.

The Number Gang is not an old-fashioned triad. It does have some double-flower red sticks in the gang, but they are not much of an advantage compared to other triads. That's why they invited Tan Baikuan as an outsider.

Anyway, the Dragon City Championship doesn't prohibit foreign players, so no one can say anything.

Therefore, Yin Tiancheng was already very satisfied that Tan Bokuan was able to help him achieve this ranking.

"Don't worry, I won't shortchange you on the money we agreed on before."

"I'll give you another 100,000 yuan red envelope to get your father and son into a better hospital."

"Thank you, Brother Cheng!"

Tan Bokuan looked excited.

Yin Tiancheng suddenly asked, "Is that Yang Sheng really that strong? Even injured, he can still beat you to surrender?"

Tan Baikuan said in a deep voice, "Very strong! His own mastery of Chinese martial arts is already comparable to that of a grandmaster, and he is proficient in both Northern and Southern styles of boxing."

Most importantly, he was extremely ruthless and vicious in his attacks. It seemed as if all his skills were honed for the purpose of killing, making him a terrifying person.

Logically speaking, it would be difficult for someone with this mindset to master Chinese martial arts, but strangely enough, he possesses such skill.

Therefore, in a life-or-death struggle, I am no match for him, and in the end, I will be beaten to death just like Lei Gong.

Let alone me, even if my master Huang Chunliang came, it would be the same.

We learned martial arts, but he used killing techniques.

Yin Tiancheng looked at Yang Sheng and the others who had left early, stroked his chin, and muttered, "No matter how sharp a fist is, it can't be as sharp as a gun."

My gang of gangsters are ruthless killers too.

However, this guy has been stubbornly resisting Limpy Hao all the way and even tricked Lei Luo into joining the fray, so he's no ordinary person.

"Interesting! I'd like to see if that cripple can swallow this insult!"

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