Chapter 290 One kick, just one kick!!

There is no longer the atmosphere of conversation and laughter at the Chelsea club's internal training ground.

In fact, Wang Li looked down on the Japanese from the bottom of his heart, and he did not participate in the Japanese judo training with his teammates these days. But overall, he still had some good feelings for Ono Saburo, at least he had a good personality, could get along well with his teammates, and knew his position, so he did not say much about him not participating in judo training.

However, he did not think much of the Japanese man's judo skills.

On the first day that Saburo Ono came to Chelsea, he also participated in half an hour of judo training and gained some basic understanding of its related external moves.

In Wang Li's opinion, this kind of martial arts that has been passed down in Japanese history is far inferior to the authentic Taoist and Buddhist internal exercises of China, and even compared with some Chinese external body training methods.

Although most of the traditional Chinese martial arts culture has been lost in the long river of history in the era of technological development in the 21st century, he believes that even some superficial Xingyiquan, Tai Chi, incomplete Shaolin moves, low-level internal strength training methods, etc., are much stronger than this simple judo, especially in a real combat.

If it were a real free-fighting competition, perhaps those European and American men who were born with extremely strong physiques and had professional boxing training would indeed be difficult to deal with. However, no matter how powerful Japanese judo was, it was only a minor art. Compared with the profound Chinese martial arts, it was just a side door.

Therefore, when Wang Li, who was very sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, heard this Japanese saying that Chinese martial arts were not that great during free kick training, he immediately became angry - how could the precious wealth left over from China's 5,000-year history be compared with something like judo! ?

Even 'inferior'! ?

This is a serious insult to Chinese martial arts!!

………"Judo? What is that?!"

"Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound, how could you know it all?"

People fall with the sound.

After saying these two powerful words, Wang Li walked among the players with light steps, looking at the Japanese who had just insulted Chinese martial arts with disdain on his face. In his opinion, this Japanese was extremely short-sighted!

Ono Saburo, who was shocked by these two sentences, was stunned for a moment, then he saw the black-haired boy from Chelsea standing in front of him. He didn't know how he had offended the boy, and asked in confusion: "Chinese martial arts?"

It seemed that he still hadn't reacted to what Wang Li was talking about.

Wang Li glanced at Ono Saburo with disdain, turned around and paced, and said slowly: "Chinese martial arts have a long history. The historical records alone can be traced back to the period of the Seven Heroes. Whether it is the Taoist meditation or the Buddhist meditation, whether it is internal or external skills, they can train people's perseverance and health preservation, and the way of fighting is just a side door."

At this point, Wang Li turned to look at Ono Saburo and said, "And your Japanese judo is just a fighting method. In Chinese martial arts, it is not even a mainstream move. How can it be compared with Chinese martial arts!?"

Saburo Ono also reacted at this moment and realized that the black-haired boy was refuting his point of view. In fact, what he said just now was just casual bragging and nonsense with the players. He didn't know anything about the Kung Fu that was popular in China. But when he heard the rebuttal of the black-haired boy in front of him, and said that Judo, the essence of the national quintessence of the Great Japanese Empire, was simply an inferior fighting method, he still got angry!

"What's so great about those fancy moves? How can they compare to judo!?" Ono Saburo asked loudly and directly.

"Judo? I don't even bother to learn it. That kind of fighting method is simply unorthodox. Even if you practice it to perfection, you can't withstand the power of a martial arts master!"

Judo was what Ono Saburo had been pursuing for the first half of his life. Hearing that the black-haired boy in front of him was "unrepentant" and denounced the Japanese essence, he became even more angry. "Since Chinese martial arts are so powerful, why can't we find Chinese people in the world free fighting competitions?"

Hearing the Japanese man's words, Wang Li thought of his previous master Xu Zhuzi. He felt a little depressed and said, "Why would a person who has mastered martial arts to a high level care about fame and fortune in the secular world? In front of a martial arts master, those free-fighting competitions are almost as ridiculous as childish fights. Why would they participate in such competitions?"

Saburo Ono held his breath for a long time but couldn't think of how to refute. His face turned red. If he was silenced by this black-haired boy in front of so many stars, then the thinking of these influential stars would definitely be nailed here - where would Japan's face be?

Even the Olympic runner-up Saburo Ono will become a sinner of Japan.

Thinking of this, Ono Saburo couldn't help but anxiously asked back: "Do you mean that you know that there are martial arts masters in China now? Who is it?"

Wang Li did not answer at all. He just raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said word by word with disdain: "What you know is simply too superficial. I think it is a shame to discuss martial arts with an ignorant person like you!"

After saying this, Wang Li turned around and prepared to continue his free kick training. It was completely meaningless to discuss martial arts with a Japanese who knew nothing.

At this time, the Chelsea players nearby all regarded the quarrel between the two as a fun event. In the club, such powerful gossip was rare. In the conversation between the two, they also felt that what Wang Li said made more sense. After all, the mysterious ancient oriental country had been passed down for thousands of years, so how could its martial arts be inferior to Japanese judo! ?

Even the assistant coach Mr. Clark and several coaches from the coaching team came over when they saw the quarrel. However, when they saw that it was Wang Li and temporary coach Mr. Saburo Ono who seemed to be "discussing martial arts", they did not interrupt and everyone was watching with great interest.

However, in front of so many "foreign friends", Ono Saburo, who was speechless after being blocked by Wang Li, felt that he had lost face. If this matter ended like this today, it would definitely be a shame for Japan. The very patriotic Ono Saburo would never allow such a thing to happen.

So, Ono Saburo shouted at Wang Li's back again: "You are just making up stories. Japan's judo is definitely much better than China's fancy tricks!"

After hearing this, Wang Li stopped walking, turned around and squinted his eyes to look at the red-faced Japanese behind him. After a few seconds, he turned around, put his hands in his pockets, raised his lips and said, "Since you said so, I will let you see what real Chinese martial arts are."

Ono Saburo was stunned and asked, "Do you mean to challenge me?"

"Challenge you?" A funny expression flashed across Wang Li's face. He shook his head and said, "It should be said that I am giving you a chance to challenge me. Although I have only learned a little bit of my own sect, I think one foot is enough to deal with you." As he said that, Wang Li looked down at his right foot.

At this time, the coaching staff and teammates nearby also understood what the two men meant, and came over anxiously to dissuade Wang Li. In their opinion, this 17-and-a-half-year-old black-haired boy who had been training in football since childhood could never beat the runner-up in the 1996 Judo Olympics. If any injuries occurred during the fight between the two, it would be even worse. You know, Wang Li is now Chelsea's undisputed superstar, how could he fight with others casually?

Especially the head coach Clark was even more anxious. He didn't want Wang Li to get injured because of today's incident. Although he heard the team's second goalkeeper Thomas Clark say that this black-haired boy knew Chinese Kung Fu, even if he could really beat this Japanese guy, it couldn't be more important than health!

The players who were usually good friends with Wang Li also tried to dissuade him. They didn't care about the life or death of the Japanese man. Wang Li was the most important. Among them, only Thomas was indifferent. He had seen how powerful Wang Li was. He had defeated 4 or 5 English men in 3 or 2 moves. He had also learned Fu Hu Quan and was considered a descendant of Chinese Kung Fu. It could be said that Ono Saburo's statement was an insult to him, so he also hoped that Wang Li could teach this Japanese man a lesson. Besides, he didn't think that this horizontally developed Japanese man could cause any harm to his good friend.

Among them, several people tried to dissuade Ono Saburo, asking him to stop this ridiculous challenge. However, Ono Saburo, who felt that he and his country had been seriously insulted, would not give up easily. He even thought that their dissuasion was because they knew the strength of the black-haired boy in front of him, and he still shouted loudly: "Do you dare to come? I challenge you, what a joke!"

In this way, after some dissuasion failed, Wang Li repeatedly assured that he would not be injured, which made the coach next to him feel a little relieved. However, the assistant coach Mr. Clark still walked towards the office building. He planned to inform the head coach Mr. Mourinho to let him solve such a contradiction.

Some players and coaches, realizing that they were powerless to stop the competition, could only drag over a lot of mats and lay them between the two men to protect Wang Li from falling.

After the two men stood still, everyone nearby was still looking at Wang Li nervously. They planned to stop this meaningless duel as soon as they saw that the black-haired boy had any chance of getting hurt.

………Chelsea Football Club’s internal training ground.

Wang Li put his hands in his pockets and curled his lips slightly, looking at the short Japanese in front of him with disdain, while Ono Saburo's face was full of anger. He was now thinking about how to vent his anger.

Of course, Ono Saburo considered the consequences. If he really injured Chelsea's dancing master, he would not be able to resist the anger of London fans, and he would have to return home. Even so, he did not want to let go of the man who insulted Japan.

"What? Come here. You don't dare to fight?" Wang Li looked at the Japanese man with a red face in front of him and said in a relaxed and teasing manner.

"Don't blame me if you get hurt!!"

Ono Saburo calmed down a little and was thinking about returning home directly after injuring Wang Li. After hearing the words of the black-haired boy in front of him, anger filled his head. He didn't care about the future at all. The most important thing now was to teach the person in front of him a lesson.

So, everyone nearby saw the Japanese man in the field rushing directly towards Wang Li. It was obvious that he wanted to use judo moves, tightly grasping his opponent's waist with both hands and knocking Wang Li directly to the ground.

Seeing this move, the players and coaches nearby breathed a sigh of relief. The floor was covered with soft mats, so even if he fell to the ground, the black-haired boy was unlikely to get hurt.

However, the next scene made everyone nearby open their eyes wide, even Jose Mourinho, who had just run over from a distance, stopped in surprise.

In the field, Wang Li seemed to lightly swing his right foot and nimbly kicked Ono Saburo in the stomach, and the latter stood still.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment!!

The black-haired boy in the field still had his hands in his pockets, with a disdainful smile on his lips, but his right foot kicked the Japanese man in the stomach. The Japanese man's eyes bulged, and he raised his head in disbelief, and then his hands drooped weakly, as if his whole body was supported by the right foot of the black-haired boy kicking him in the stomach.

At this moment, no one knew how much pain Ono Saburo was enduring in the field.

Saburo Ono almost felt that all his internal organs were kicked out by this kick. Now he had no strength to do anything else. His stomach was bloated and painful. Let alone continuing to attack, even standing up straight became a luxury.

"Am I going to die?" At this moment, Ono Saburo even felt that death was approaching him.

But it was just an illusion!

There was no real martial arts move in Wang Li's kick. He just used his internal force to make his right foot more powerful. It was easy for Wang Li to deal with an ordinary person like the Japanese in front of him who had no internal force foundation at all. He also controlled the strength. If he really used all his strength, Ono Saburo would not simply stay there, but would fly several meters away and fall to the ground!

In that case, although he would not suffocate to death directly, he would definitely suffer some internal injuries due to the invasion of internal forces. This kind of injury is very difficult to cure in modern hospitals. He needs to be nursed back to health, and nursed back to health again. Then perhaps the second half of Ono Saburo's life would be tragic.

It happened in a flash, it was just a moment.

The entire internal training ground was silent. Everyone was stunned by this unequal fight. They still hadn't reacted until now. After several seconds, Wang Li finally retracted his right leg, but the Japanese fell directly to the ground.

Wang Li curled his lips slightly and said to Ono Saburo who was lying on the ground: "Chinese martial arts are profound and extensive. How can an ignorant Japanese like you know how powerful they are?"

After saying this, Wang Li turned around and walked towards the first-team training ground. There was really nothing to be proud of in beating this Japanese who was not good at martial arts. It would be better to practice free kick skills during this time.

It was not until this time that everyone in the training ground reacted. They stared blankly at the back of the black-haired boy and thought to themselves that it was no wonder that his long-range shot was so powerful. Just look at the Japanese lying on the ground and you will understand.

Obviously, the winner is Wang Li!!

One kick, just one kick!!

"I think one kick is enough to deal with you!" Everyone around thought of what Wang Li said before the competition, "He didn't brag, he really only used one kick."

At this time, the club staff and several coaches also reacted and immediately rushed to check the injuries of Ono Saburo who was still lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

One of the coaches stared at Ono Saburo's face, then heaved a sigh of relief, relaxed his expression, and said with relief: "He's still breathing."

Of course there is still gas!!

After the people nearby helped the Japanese man up, Ono Saburo could no longer bear it and squatted on the ground and vomited violently, which made the people around him feel sick. They quickly called the team doctor.

Fortunately, after a simple treatment, the team doctor said that the Japanese man was fine, which made everyone present breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, among the players, Thomas Clark naturally became the protagonist.

"I said Allen would win easily!" The big white guy said proudly, "That Japanese guy, how could he be Allen's opponent? You know, that day..." Thomas paused here and turned to look at his teammates who were staring at him.

"How was the day?"

"Hurry up and tell me!"

"Thomas, what's going on?"

...Sure enough, there were people who came to support us, and there were quite a few of them.

Thomas smiled with satisfaction, and then said slowly: "At that time, Alan and I were still in Wolverhampton's youth team together. I was the substitute goalkeeper, and he was already the main player of the team. At that time, we had just finished a game against Manchester United's youth team, and we won..."

"And then?" Frank Lampard asked with a curious look on his face.

"Then? That day, Harrison scored a goal. Oh, that Harrison who is now playing for Wolverhampton. He used to be on the same team with us..."

"So what?" John Terry asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"He scored a goal and said he would treat us, so we went to the bar together..."

"Bar? Did you have a fight with the fans, and then Alan showed his power!?" It was Lampard again.

"Of course not, how could we fight with the fans!" Thomas rejected it directly with disdain.

"Did you have a quarrel with the others over the beautiful lady?"

At this time, Chelsea's 'Warcraft' Didier Drogba, who had a horrified expression on his face, finally couldn't help it. He complained: "Frank, can you stop interrupting? And, Thomas, get to the point!!"

"That's right...that's right..." The teammates next to him nodded and followed suit.

"Then after we finished drinking, Harrison and Pete all lay on the ground. You have no idea how funny it was..." Thomas said, and turned around to look at his teammates around him with a smile.

However, the teammates next to him didn't laugh at all. They all had a dark look on their faces... "Okay, let me get to the point." Thomas, who was shocked by his teammates' expressions, quickly brought the topic back and continued: "...When we passed an alley, we heard several cries for help... As an upright Englishman, I will always stand up for the weak and will never turn a blind eye to such things. Oh, let me get to the point. Then Alan and I..."

Finally, after a long while, the Chelsea players surrounding Thomas finished listening to this "long" story. This is the most popular story of a hero saving a beautiful girl in Europe! !

The love between prince and princess!

The battle between the prince and the black dragon!

That’s how fairy tales are written, they never thought such a thing would actually happen around them!

The gossip spread quickly, and by the afternoon, even the club chairman, Mr. Abramovich, knew the unabridged version of "The Hero Saves the Beauty"...

(To be continued)