Martial Arts Livestreaming
Chapter 126 - 113: I’m afraid I’ll kill you with one punch.

Chapter 126: Chapter 113: I’m afraid I’ll kill you with one punch.

"Wu Li!"

The hearts of the two servers jolted. Nowadays, within the martial arts circle, there were still people who might not recognize Wu Li at first glance or be able to identify him, and that was quite normal. However, to have never heard of the name Wu Li or to be unaware of who he was, that was rather rare—at least the two servers had certainly heard of him.

"Mr. Wu, hello," the server’s attitude changed instantly, "Please wait a moment; I’ll notify the people at the martial arts hall."

Having said that, he turned and jogged into the martial arts hall.

"Mr. Wu, please take a seat here," guided the other server, leading Wu Li to the waiting area to sit down.

"Haha, notice how the attitude changes instantly with the name,"

"Brother Wu of the streets, tough guy with few words."

"Fierce bro V587!"

"I bet 50 cents that whatever Master Li won’t spar with the streamer."

...

The comment section was filled with gaiety. Elsewhere, the person in charge inside the martial arts hall, who was also Li Lei’s second disciple Wang Hai, learned of Wu Li’s visit to spar.

"Wu Li? The one who’s been really popular recently?" Wang Hai asked.

The server nodded, "That’s the one, Wu Li!"

Wang Hai frowned, "He’s seeking to spar with my master?"

Server: "Yes, and he’s got a camera crew behind him; oh, that’s right! I remember now, he’s starting a new variety show, seems like it’s the premiere today!"

As he spoke, the server took out his phone, opened the Mo Yin app, and quickly entered Wu Li’s live broadcast.

"Coach Wang, look, this is our place!"

Wang Hai took the phone and saw the title in the live broadcast room: Seeking Martial Arts, first episode, visiting Tai Chi Divine Fist.

He furrowed his eyebrows and thought for a moment before telling the server, "Keep them calm for now; I’ll consult with Master."

He walked aside and dialed Li Lei’s number.

"Hello, Master."

"What’s the matter?" came a calm voice from the other end.

"Master, Wu Li suddenly came here today, specifically asking to spar with you."

"Wu Li? The one who practices Xingyi Fist?"

"That’s right, that’s him. He’s at our martial arts hall right now and has brought some people to film, live streaming some variety show."

"..." There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Master, are you coming over?"

"Tell him I can’t make it for now, just stabilize the situation. After his live broadcast is over, you can casually inquire further."

"Alright, understood."

After the call ended, Wang Hai shook his head, feeling it was a bit troublesome.

As a direct disciple of Li Lei, he was very clear about many aspects of Divine Intent Tai Chi, even personally cooperating in ’performances’ and recording many videos.

Whether Divine Intent Tai Chi could really fight, Wang Hai was all too clear in his heart. As for this power of the spirit, he hadn’t felt a trace of it in all his years.

So, when he heard that a tough guy like Wu Li was coming to spar, Wang Hai’s first reaction was trouble.

The Wu Li of today was no longer the unknown challenger who could be easily dismissed, like when he challenged Ren Donglai. It was perfectly fine to ignore an unknown person challenging Master Li of Tai Chi Divine Fist, but Wu Li was now subtly recognized nationally as a spokesperson for Traditional Martial Arts, a flag bearer, a marquee name!

Such a person seeking to spar with Master Li meant that their status was equal, or even exceeded. To outsiders, if Li Lei declined Wu Li’s request to spar, it would appear as a sign of fear, after all, Wu Li was just seeking to spar, not issuing a challenge.

"Ah," Wang Hai sighed and walked towards the waiting area.

He could see Wu Li and his camera crew from a distance, so Wang Hai put on a smiling face to greet them.

"Brother Wu, welcome, welcome!"

Wu Li stood up and greeted Wang Hai with a clasped fist, "Hello."

"Hello, hello, I am Wang Hai, the second disciple of Master Li Lei."

"Come on, Brother Wu, please step inside."

Wang Hai led Wu Li into the martial arts hall. The hall was large with an elegant decor; on the floor, there was a giant Tai Chi Diagram.

The martial arts hall housed over fifty people, all dressed in white training suits, with some practicing Tai Chi led by someone whose moves looked extremely graceful.

"Our Divine Intent Tai Chi consists of three primary frames and six secondary frames. These students are beginners and are practicing the six secondary frames," explained Wang Hai to Wu Li.

Then the group moved to another area, where they saw more than twenty people sitting cross-legged on the floor, with their hands placed on their lower abdomen, eyes closed, breathing rhythmically in and out.

Somewhere nearby, sandalwood was burning with soft music playing. The scent permeated the air and the music was pleasant to the ears. If some dry ice and a bit of mist were added, it would look just like a scene from the realm of immortals.

"This is a special feature of our Divine Intent Tai Chi—meditation. It was proposed by my Master to unlock the power of the mind," said Wang Hai as he saw the camera start to film, promptly introducing it.

"These students are from our martial arts hall’s advanced class; they’ve finished learning the basic routines and only then began the mental training program."

Wu Li scanned the room but saw no strength-training equipment or anyone sparring, as if this Divine Intent Tai Chi only taught forms and courses for the spirit.

"I’m here specifically to exchange views with Master Li Lei. Do you know where he is?" Wu Li asked.

Wang Hai’s expression didn’t change as he smiled and said, "What a coincidence, my master has something to take care of today and won’t be able to make it to the Martial Arts Hall."

"Ha ha, I knew this so-called Master Li wouldn’t dare show his face."

"Just look at what’s being taught in this Martial Arts Hall; none of it seems battle-ready."

"What if this Master Li keeps hiding and never shows up?"

"Unless he wants to ruin his career, he definitely won’t keep hiding indefinitely, especially not from someone with Wu Li’s influence."

...

The comment section was full of discussion as the number of live viewers had already exceeded 150,000.

"Wu Li, many viewers are asking, when will Master Li be free?" The director suddenly spoke up from the side.

Wu Li also smiled and asked Wang Hai, "We are live streaming a variety show, and with tens of thousands of people watching, so when can we expect to meet Li Lei?"

Wang Hai’s eyelid twitched, and sweat appeared on his forehead. Just as he was about to speak, a loud voice suddenly came from the side.

"Shut up!" It was from a man sitting at the very front, leading others in meditation, who suddenly opened his eyes and glared fiercely at Wu Li.

As he spoke out, all the students in the Meditation Area opened their eyes and looked over.

The man quickly stood up and walked over in a few steps.

"Zhang Yawei, what are you doing?" Wang Hai scolded.

The man named Zhang Yawei pointed at Wu Li. "Senior brother, how can he address our master by name?"

Wu Li: "..."

Wang Hai: "..."

"He’s the Closed-door Disciple of our master, named Zhang Yawei, my junior fellow disciple," said Wang Hai awkwardly introducing him.

Wu Li looked at Zhang Yawei with a half smile, "Sorry, I was a bit impatient just now. I shouldn’t have addressed him directly by name. I should call him Master Li Lei."

Zhang Yawei’s face was still unhappy as he shook his head, "You should call him Grandmaster!"

Wang Hai took a step forward and pulled Zhang Yawei aside, whispering in his ear, "Don’t make a fuss, do you know who he is? He’s live streaming!"

Of the dozen or so direct disciples of Li Lei, besides those like Wang Hai who were very publicity-conscious, there were also those like Zhang Yawei who staunchly believed in Li Lei’s teachings.

Seeing Zhang Yawei’s expression, Wu Li knew he was dealing with someone who had been thoroughly indoctrinated. Calmly, he said, "Grandmaster?"

"I only reserve the title ’Grandmaster’ for those whose Kung Fu surpasses mine. Since I have yet to spar with Master Li Lei, I am unaware of the depth of his skill. Forgive me for not being able to address him as Grandmaster."

At this, not only was Zhang Yawei angered, but the two dozen students sitting on the ground in meditation also felt outraged, each rising to their feet and surrounding the scene.

The posture of the crowd caused the faces of the show’s director and several staff members to change color, instinctively retreating, while Wu Li remained calm and stood his ground.

"Just how old are you this year? Do you think you can compare to my master’s decades of Tai Chi cultivation? Do you even qualify to spar with my master?" Zhang Yawei pointed at Wu Li.

"Being older means having higher cultivation? Then all those old men in the park who practiced Tai Chi for decades should all call themselves masters," Wu Li said.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Yawei was completely enraged.

"Zhang Yawei, what are you doing!?" cried Wang Hai. He was panicked; Wu Li’s past achievements were something Zhang Yawei might overlook, but he could not ignore them.

"Senior brother, he insulted our master, and I want to teach him a lesson!" Zhang Yawei declared.

Wang Hai was close to tears and was about to speak to dissuade him, but Wu Li didn’t give him the chance.

Wu Li stepped forward with interest. "And how do you intend to teach me?"

Zhang Yawei sneered, "Dare to take a punch from me?"

"Okay," Wu Li nodded.

"Brother Wu, let’s talk this out nicely," Wang Hai, unable to persuade the thick-headed Zhang Yawei, desperately turned to Wu Li.

Wu Li patted Wang Hai, "We are all martial artists. It’s normal to exchange and spar. Don’t worry, no one will get hurt."

Wang Hai glanced at the camera behind Wu Li, and with many things he couldn’t openly discuss, he could only step aside.

At that moment, several men who were clearly more robust than the surrounding students approached. One of them whispered to Wang Hai, "Brother Wang, what’s going on?"

Wang Hai looked at the burly men, all from the Sudong City Sandboxing team, invited to maintain order in the hall through Li Lei’s connections. They would usually deal with anyone looking to challenge and send them packing, but today’s visitor was Wu Li, so Wang Hai had not bothered to notify these men at all.

"Wu Li is here to spar with my master; do you think you can handle it?" Wang Hai pointed to Wu Li in the middle of the room.

The spokesperson among the strongmen turned to see Wu Li, and his expression changed immediately. Considering Wu Li could dominate and eventually knock out a professional fighter like Han Yuanfei, and since these men were at best amateur level, they certainly would not embarrass themselves by stepping forward.

"So, what do we do?" the strongman asked.

Instead, Wang Hai seemed more composed, "Let them spar. Given Wu Li’s reputation, defeating a disciple doesn’t count for much. As long as the master doesn’t lose, it’s all good."

Meanwhile, the crowd formed a circle around Wu Li and Zhang Yawei.

Facing the calm Wu Li, Zhang Yawei said, "You still have time to apologize. I’m afraid I might kill you with one punch!"

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