Lin Xiaozhe could tell that these people had all fallen into demonic possession.
I haven't seen it yet; this broken connection of the horse to serve the country is something even I can't master.
They'd just get beaten up if they went up there; they'd be used as human punching bags.
Sometimes, those involved are blinded by their own perspective; a scam that outsiders can see through at a glance is something they cannot comprehend.
It seems I, the anti-fraud fighter, have to teach them a lesson.
"Okay, go ahead, call me when the time comes."
Lin Xiaozhe sent a message in the group chat.
The time was set for the next day.
The location for the fight—no, the martial arts sparring—was a boxing club in Shenhai, a boxing gym with an old-fashioned sign, not many people, and the facilities inside were dilapidated.
When I went in, the Bajiquan people were already practicing their boxing on the stage. Bajiquan's boxing style is short, flat, fast, and powerful, with explosive force and a strong sense of power. Their punches are quite intimidating.
Although no one else said anything, Lin Xiaozhe could clearly see that Senior Brother Han was no longer as talkative and cheerful as he had been on the way. He was talking less and drinking mineral water in large gulps.
Lin Xiaozhe found a corner to sit down, turned on the live stream, and prepared to watch the jokes—no, to observe and learn.
"Brothers."
"I've heard some people question the receiving, neutralizing, and striking techniques of my Hunyuan Xingyi School. Today, I'll show you!"
"My respected senior brother Han will be going on stage soon."
"He studied chemical infusion for two and a half years, and his skills are unfathomable."
"The Eight Extremes Sect, heh, they're in for trouble. They'd be fine if they ran into other people, but they just had to run into Senior Brother Han..."
Lin Xiaozhe said with an air of pretentiousness, since it wasn't him who would be embarrassed.
【？？？】
[The Eight Extremes Sect? Seems to have some impressive background.]
I think you guys are like toilet lights, looking for shit.
[Is the anchor being sarcastic, or have they truly been brainwashed by Ma Baoguo?]
K God: [What level are you at now, streamer? When will you be able to easily defeat the British strongman? I'm in a hurry, I want to see!]
Lin Xiaozhe said calmly, "Don't rush. Senior Ma said that as long as you comprehend 30% of the 'Connecting, Transforming, and Unleashing' technique, you can easily beat a strongman. Note that it's 'easily beat,' the kind of beating someone with your eyes closed. If you open your eyes, you've already lost."
Could he have actually fallen for it?
I have a bad feeling.
[The streamer's acting is so good, I can't tell if you're faking it or you're being serious.]
Whatever, these Xingyi Quan trash are going to be hung up and whipped soon anyway.
"By the way, let me introduce you to my fellow disciples. The one who will be on stage in a moment is Senior Brother Han, whose real name is Han Long. He is very passionate about martial arts. He went up the mountain to learn martial arts at the age of eighteen, but the temple made him carry water and cook every day without teaching him any martial arts. So he simply went down the mountain and happened to meet Senior Ma, so he simply became his disciple."
He felt that as long as he studied, he would one day become a martial arts master who could use internal energy, just like Senior Ma.
"Sigh..." Lin Xiaozhe sighed. He was too stubborn. If he had met a real master teacher, he might have actually achieved something. But unfortunately, he met a big fraudster.
It ruined my life.
Han Long now mainly uses the money he earns from working to pay his tuition. He is very concerned about his reputation and always likes to stand up for his fellow students, but in reality, he is extremely weak and always gets beaten up for others.
Lin Xiaozhe felt that he was both pitiful and pathetic.
The others were all in similar situations; these martial arts fanatics who had been completely brainwashed didn't come from very good families, and it seemed that he was the only one with a little money.
They all agreed that as long as they learned superior martial arts, no matter how much money they had spent or how many people had looked down on them, they could regain their dignity.
But will that day really come?
"Brothers, I'm still worried that many people will take my sarcastic remarks seriously and really think that Ma Baoguo is very capable. Wrong, he's a liar."
"To put it bluntly, some people might say, isn't it obvious? Even a fool could see he's a fraud."
"But there are really fools. Believe it or not, people actually believe me, Qin Shi Huang, when I send him money. It's an obvious scam."
"With so many people, there are bound to be a few fools."
Lin Xiaozhe shook his head and looked at the stage; it was about to begin.
"Who's going up?" Han Long asked, hopping around to warm up as he looked towards the Bajiquan sect.
The Bajiquan practitioners remained indifferent, as if looking at a clown, and did not respond. At that moment, a tall white man walked into the boxing gym.
He's at least 1.9 meters tall; when he stands up, he's almost touching the ceiling. He walked over, took off his shoes and clothes, revealing his bulging muscles.
The people from the Xingyi School were intimidated by the sight of those muscles and lost all their earlier confidence.
“I don’t want to bully you. This is Bill, a new foreign disciple recruited by the Bajiquan Sect.”
Han Long disagreed.
"The sheer grit he develops in the gym is no match for my effortless skill. How can he possibly cope? He can't, the gap is too big. If I teach a foreigner a lesson, Bajiquan won't work. He'll have to become a disciple of my Xingyiquan."
Han Long shook his head.
"Bill, even though you are the world boxing champion, you must not be arrogant."
Han Long: "...World League?"
"Also, you went too far last time you knocked someone unconscious. Even though you signed a waiver, you shouldn't have beaten them to death like that."
Han Long: "......"
“Bill, show me what I taught you last time.”
Bill nodded and kicked the sandbag with such force that it almost flew off its feet.
That kick must have broken at least three of his ribs.
Where did you find this Bajiquan? It's so outrageous.
I wanted to admit defeat, but my fellow apprentices were watching from below the stage, so I felt a little embarrassed.
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