The Era of Hard Work

Count down! Three! Two! One!

In the TV live broadcast car outside the basketball hall, the director who has broadcast live basketball and football matches many times said calmly: Switch to the advertising signal!

The TV screen flashed, from the screen of the two commentators in the sports station studio to the advertisement screen.

Go to No.1 Sports for fitness!

There is a blonde beauty wearing a tight sportswear with a flat vest line belly, sweating profusely in the fitness club. The angelic face of an unmarried Eastern European girl is matched with a devilish figure, which definitely makes men excited. The woman was envious when she saw it, and wished she could run to the fitness club immediately.

To the west of the Huangting Basketball Stadium, at the west end of the pedestrian street, in the Burger King store, all the TVs are turned on, and they are broadcasting live games from Taidong Satellite TV.

After the first sports, there were advertisements for Burger King and Lu's Malatang, and finally followed by Wenxin Business.

Except for the first sports, other advertisements are of course paid for.

However, due to the unknown prospects of the program and the related accounts of the competition, the advertising cost of this period is not high.

If this event is successful, the advertising costs of Wulin Contest will inevitably go up.

After the advertisements related to Lu Dong were released four times in a row, the TV screen switched to the scene.

Wei Guo has come out! Gao Ming, who was standing in the corner, said to Fu Zhaoxia, I feel that my bald head is brighter than before.

Fu Zhaoxia could see clearly that Qiao Weiguo was followed by Lu Dong, Song Na, and Yuan Baoshan. They were all wearing No. 1 Sports T-shirts, which were not very conspicuous, and Qiao Weiguo, who was bald and wearing gloves, was specially highlighted.

Fu Zhaoxia didn't quite understand this, and asked, Gao Ming, can Wei Guo win?

Gao Ming shook his head: The chance is not great.

Fu Zhaoxia nodded and stopped talking.

At the match scene, Qiao Weiguo followed Yuan Baoshan's prompt, raised one arm and stepped into the ring.

It may be that the early publicity and campaigning centered around Wu Shengqi, or maybe Comrade Wei Guo's appearance was not good. Except for the location of the No. 1 Sports Support Group, the rest of the place was silent.

Keep active. Yuan Baoshan reminded Qiao Weiguo: Don't let your body cool down!

Song Na brought the mineral water and put it aside.

Lu Dong looked around and saw that the competition team was well prepared, even professional doctors were on site.

The sports station often broadcasts football and basketball games live. They have experience in this area. Maybe there are ambulances parked outside the stadium.

Lu Dong could tell that the middle-aged man with the doctor's tag was looking at Weiguo's side frequently, looking at his physical characteristics, and probably felt that it was more likely to rescue Qiao Weiguo in a while.

Next, I would like to invite Wu Shengqi, director of Taidong Taijiquan Association, vice president of Quannan Taijiquan Association, successor of Yang Style Taijiquan, Master Wu!

The live DJ's voice was passionate and frustrating, which quickly mobilized the emotions of the audience.

As soon as the people in white exercise uniforms walked out of the aisle, more than 5,000 spectators applauded and welcomed Master Wu into the arena in the most enthusiastic way.

Wu Shengqi was already well-known, and with the promotion during the publicity period, he was even more famous as a master.

Qiao Weiguo kept exercising, moving his body, and his eyes fell on Master Wu at the same time.

As long as he can get something, he is willing to lose.

Lu Dong watched Wu Shengqi slowly walk up to the ring and stood there motionless, feeling more and more that this match might not take long.

Little bald head doesn't look good. In the stands, Lu Jianren murmured to Du Xiaobing: It's a bit embarrassing.

The two people on the ring formed a strong contrast.

Master Wu's white clothes are like snow, his body is rich and noble, and he is as motionless as a pine tree. Even if his head is bald, he still looks charming, just like the great martial arts masters in TV and novels.

Looking at the opposite side, Qiao Weiguo has a black face, black clothes, black pants and black gloves, a protruding skull can be seen on his bald head, lumps of lumpy flesh all over his body, and funny tattoos on his muscular arms.

In the eyes of the audience, this is a thin monkey that has developed a whole body of muscles. Not only is it ugly, but it also has a particularly fierce face. It doesn't look like a good person.

The two stood together, like a white-clothed child prodigy, a little swordsman, angrily beating the golden lantern swordsman Xia Suiliang.

Master Wu, come on!

Tai Chi will win!

There was a sound of cheering for Wu Shengqi in the arena.

Lu Dong hurriedly turned his head and waved his arms to greet the camp wearing the No. 1 sports shirt. Xue Tian, ​​who had been prepared for a long time, immediately held an electric horn, mobilizing dozens of people to cheer for Qiao Weiguo.

But there were too few people, even with the help of electric speakers, they were still suppressed by the voices cheering Wu Shengqi from the audience.

No one is optimistic about us. Song Na leaned into Lu Dong's ear and said.

Lu Dong said: The mourning army will win!

The game was about to start, and the TV began to broadcast the four consecutive commercials headed by No. 1 Sports.

Lu Dong came to the edge of the boxing ring and gave Qiao Weiguo a thumbs up: Weiguo, if you play to your level, you will definitely win!

Seeing the master who didn't even move his body on stage, Lu Dong felt this way even more.

Yuan Baoshan warned: Fight according to the established tactics!

Qiao Weiguo nodded slightly at the two, and came to the center of the ring under the referee's call.

The referee is in his thirties, from the Provincial Wushu Association, and has been a referee for some small Sanda competitions in the province.

There is a saying that may be right, the name of a person is the shadow of a tree.

The referee checked Qiao Weiguo and Wu Shengqi, and began to give the final instructions before the game.

Mainly to Wu Shengqi.

Master Wu, you know the rules of this game. If you fall, you can't chase after it! You can't hit the throat, eyes, and crotch, and you can't use your knees and elbows!

The referee was worried that if Master Wu's shot was not serious enough, and the young man on the opposite side couldn't bear it if something went wrong, he specially emphasized: Master Wu, remember! When I call stop, you must stop! You can't attack again! Absolutely No more attacks!

The referee was very responsible, for fear that Qiao Weiguo would be seriously injured by Master Wu.

Wu Shengqi stood with his hands behind his back and nodded slightly.

The referee took a step back, Qiao Weiguo and Wu Shengqi clasped fists at each other.

The sound of the bell rang.

Start! The referee made a gesture.

Qiao Weiguo walked briskly, with his gloved fists shielding his chest and head, in a defensive posture.

Without knowing Grandmaster's true situation, Yuan Baoshan's tactics began to be cautious and tentative.

Wu Sheng raised his motionless, unprotected palms, as if he was practicing Taijiquan, with his palms resting on his sides, in a starting gesture.

good!

Just behind him, the more than one hundred people in exercise uniforms burst into applause.

People follow the crowd, just like the Spring Festival Gala. Thousands of spectators applaud and applaud when they hear the sound of applause.

Then, Wu Shengqi stepped forward in two steps, swung his fists and attacked Qiao Weiguo fiercely.

The fists fell like raindrops, and the scene was suddenly silent.

Seeing Master Wu make a move, the audience was stunned!

This fist, this attack method, and this master's move are unprecedented and unheard of.

On the rostrum, Li Donghai looked at the fist and asked Li Xingjian next to him in a low voice: This...is this Taijiquan?

Li Xingjian was also a little dumbfounded: That...it doesn't look like....

Suddenly, he remembered that in front of the rented building yesterday, the two people upstairs and downstairs were fighting because of the leak in the toilet. When they fought with their fists, they looked very much like the current Master Wu Shengqi.

Qiao Weiguo was already flexible. After practicing Sanda, because he was too weak in strength and weight compared with Lu Dong, he specially followed Yuan Baoshan to practice hard work up and down.

Seeing Wu Shengqi punching like raindrops of fists, he moved his feet again and again, changing directions constantly.

It seemed to be very passive, but in fact Wu Shengqi's fists were mostly missed, and Qiao Weiguo easily blocked the ones that didn't.

The scene of the gymnasium is still silent, and the audience has not yet woken up from the shock of the master's shot.

This is too different from imagination!

In the perception of most of the audience, Wu Shengqi is a master of martial arts, he has practiced advanced internal boxing techniques, not only can he fight, but he must also fight beautifully.

Without the posture of Jet Li in Huang Feihong, why can't he directly hit the eight punches like now!

Affected by many film and television works, as well as the praise of TV programs, most people in this era believe that kung fu is not only strong in actual combat, but also beautiful when played.

Like boxing and Sanda, punching to the flesh is really exciting, but compared with Chinese martial arts, they are all inferior things.

At the west end of Quannan Road Pedestrian Street, in the Burger King restaurant, Gao Ming scratched his head.

Fu Zhaoxia was a little dumbfounded, and asked, Why do I feel that Master Wu fights like our county gangsters?

Before Gao Ming could speak, someone in the shop shouted, Is this a martial arts master? Isn't this bitch fighting?

There were originally two commentators on the TV station. At the beginning of the game, they were still chatting endlessly. When they saw Master Wu making a move, they got stuck for a moment and couldn't say a word. Now they are completely out of words.

Because I don't know what to say, the blowing master in front played so hard, and ended up fighting like a street gangster...

The audience in the gymnasium were all dumbfounded. There was a big gap between this and the imagined martial arts and the martial arts in the propaganda!

Even, many people are puzzled: this kind of random punching is kung fu? Is it martial arts?

On TV, the masters who savor the propaganda of the station carefully are not like this!

Even Song Na opened her mouth in surprise, and couldn't help but ask Lu Dong, Isn't Taiji supposed to divide wild horses' manes and white cranes to spread their wings, why can't you see any tricks?

Lu Dong was speechless, not knowing how to explain.

On the boxing ring, Qiao Weiguo still focused on dodging, instead of blindly probing, he wanted to get a feel for Master Wu's punching style first.

Seeing Wu Shengqi pressing Qiao Weiguo to fight, the people in the stands behind cheered louder and louder.

Bang——

Wu Shengqi's fist hit Qiao Weiguo's glove.

Qiao Weiguo often practiced against Lu Dong. Compared with the height and weight of Lu Dong's unreasonable strength like a bull, this fist is really too light.

Then, two more punches came, Qiao Weiguo stopped hiding and blocked them all with his fists.

This strength is not an illusion, the opponent's strength is really not great.

Master Wu Shengqi attacked for nearly half a minute, lacking the physical fitness of long-term scientific training, gradually unable to keep up, it was inevitable to take a break and take a little breath.

Seeing the opponent's fist slow down, Qiao Weiguo decided to test it out.

His footsteps were nimble and changeable, and he quickly moved to Wu Shengqi's side, and just as Wu Shengqi turned around, he punched out with a front hand jab.

Comrade Wei Guo was known for his flexibility and speed, and his fist speed was extremely fast. Wu Shengqi only saw a black shadow approaching and wanted to dodge it, but his rich body and exhausted physical energy affected his dodging speed.

Bang——

The sound of the fist hitting the face was not too loud, nor did it travel far.

Wu Shengqi couldn't stand upright, and his body fell backwards. Fortunately, he was not far from the guardrail, so he grabbed the guardrail with his hand and fell only his buttocks.