Martial Arts Livestreaming
Chapter 135 - 122 Wu Li’s Manner

Chapter 135: Chapter 122 Wu Li’s Manner

"Alright."

When Wu Li’s voice came through, Song Yang was stunned, thinking he had misheard, and his live stream immediately erupted.

"Wow, they’re really going to fight!"

"Awesome, can’t wait!"

"Go Wu Li, smash this idiot!"

"Wu Li, KO him!"

"Ha ha, Song Yang, here’s your chance."

...

Song Yang looked blankly at Wu Li, trying to gauge his expression, but Wu Li appeared serious and not joking.

"Alright, right here?" Song Yang asked, struggling to maintain his composure.

Wu Li shook his head. "No, let’s go to the martial arts hall; I need to apply for an official match."

Song Yang immediately breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the other party wasn’t crazy and still intending to apply for a match. That meant his chance had come.

"Cut it out, don’t think about delaying. If you’re a man, fight me right now!" Song Yang yelled.

Wu Li did not get angry, but calmly said, "It’s inconvenient here. Let’s go to my martial arts hall, dare you?"

"What wouldn’t I dare, let’s go!" Song Yang said.

"Let’s go, there’s a car over there." Wu Li pointed to a car not far away from the Seeking Martial Arts crew.

After Song Yang boarded the vehicle, Xiao Qing came forward and asked, "Is it necessary to waste time with people like this?"

Wu Li smiled and said, "It’s okay, it won’t take much time."

After speaking, he took out his phone and made a call to Xu Chuan, "Xu Chuan, I need a favor..."

Twenty minutes later, Wu Li and Song Yang arrived at the first store of Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall.

"Coach Wu!"

"Sir Wu!"

"Boss Wu!"

People at the martial arts hall greeted Wu Li, and the students practicing boxing were thrilled to see him, surrounding him for autographs and photos, and Wu Li was quickly engulfed by the crowd.

Song Yang followed behind Wu Li, unnoticed by anyone, which irritated him greatly. Even his live stream viewers focused their discussions on Wu Li, with everyone urging him to keep the camera on Wu Li and not turn it towards himself.

A wave of anger surged within Song Yang, even though he knew that his current popularity was mainly due to Wu Li. He felt resentful: why did none appreciate his daily hard work recording videos, doing two-finger push-ups, or breaking bricks? Why did Wu Li receive such adoration?

He couldn’t accept it!

"Hey! Are you going to fight with me or just keep delaying?" Song Yang shouted loudly.

His shouts momentarily quieted the scene, as everyone turned to look at him.

"Who is this guy?"

"Did he just say he wants to fight with Coach Wu?"

"He seems like the loudest mouth on the internet!"

A group of students discussed animatedly, clearly displeased with Song Yang.

Yet Song Yang didn’t care; he relished the attention, the way everyone looked at him.

"Wu Li, stop delaying, dare to fight with me now?"

The previous scene had provoked Song Yang, and he had indeed changed his mind, now genuinely intending to fight Wu Li, even if he lost. He wanted to smash his fists hard on that annoying face of Wu Li!

Wu Li nodded. "Don’t worry, I will definitely fight you today. Go rest in the resting area; I’ve already had someone apply for the match. Once approved, we’ll start immediately."

Song Yang scoffed at his words. "Who knows how long your application will take, if you’re scared, just say it, stop wasting time!"

"Hey, watch your words!" a coach pointed at Song Yang.

He was one of the first 35 coaches who learned boxing with Wu Li and held immense respect for him. Seeing Song Yang’s disrespectful remarks, he was very displeased.

"I’m challenging Wu Li, it’s none of your business!" Song Yang retorted.

"Wu sir is my coach; I learned Xingyi from him. Beat me first before you talk!" the coach shouted angrily.

Song Yang sneered, "I will only fight Wu Li!"

"Do you even deserve that?" a student challenged.

"Exactly, beat us first," other coaches chimed in.

Song Yang raised his fist, aiming it at the crowd, "I’ll only fight Wu Li, just Wu Li, Wu Li, I’m going to KO you!"

"Alright, everyone, calm down." Wu Li motioned for everyone to settle down, then looked at Song Yang.

"Go wait in the resting area, we will definitely fight today."

"Ptui!" Song Yang spat at Wu Li, "If you’re scared, just say it! Coward!"

Such actions and words provoked several temperamental students present, who immediately wanted to confront him, but Wu Li held them back.

"Alright, let’s not bother with him; just wait a little longer, it should be quick."

Thus, a strange scene unfolded in the martial arts hall. Song Yang stood alone, occasionally shouting loudly and making provocative gestures at Wu Li, who sat quietly watching him.

The martial arts hall’s coaches and students stood behind Wu Li, pointing and discussing Song Yang, anger evident in their eyes. If not for Wu Li’s intervention, they would have already charged at him.

Song Yang, however, didn’t care about the spectators’ looks or the insults from the live stream. Instead, he enjoyed being the center of attention, taking a perverse pleasure in it.

After about two hours, when the number of viewers in Song Yang’s live stream had exceeded two hundred thousand, Xu Chuan finally arrived at the martial arts hall with a large group.

He was accompanied by the Vice President of Qi City Martial Arts Association, Qi Jianwei, Liu Xiaochuan, Jiang Peng, the current and former head coaches of the Sandboxing team respectively, along with several professional judges from the Martial Arts Association and two medical personnel, as well as a bunch of reporters and crew members from the Seeking Martial Arts show.

"President Qi, Brother Liu, Brother Jiang," Wu Li stood up with a smile and greeted them.

Qi Jianwei patted Wu Li’s shoulder, "You’ve really become quite the troublemaker now."

Wu Li said, "I’ve troubled President Qi."

Qi Jianwei waved his hand, "Next time we’re free, call old Yan along, and let’s have a drink together."

Wu Li replied, "No problem."

"It seems you were right not to join the Sandboxing team back then, what with opening a Martial Arts Hall and appearing on TV now, quite impressive!" Liu Xiaochuan stepped forward and said with a smile.

He and Jiang Peng were both students of Yan Baili, so Wu Li referred to them as senior brothers. Originally, they had told him they’d help him out if he ever needed anything. Today, Wu Li didn’t hesitate and directly asked them to assist with arranging a match at the fastest speed possible, and then have Xu Chuan handle the administrative procedures.

Generally, a lot of preparation is needed for such a match. However, with the help from inside the Martial Arts Association, getting an expedited green light, providing referees, and medical staff, many procedures could be bypassed, so the match was arranged within two hours.

Of course, the assistance from Vice President Qi Jianwei played a crucial role, which was why Wu Li had mentioned being troubled before.

Now everything was ready, Wu Li walked towards Song Yang, not far away.

"The application for the match is done, if there are no issues, we can sign the papers and fight soon."

Song Yang was a bit surprised, he didn’t expect Wu Li to arrange a match so quickly, but he didn’t hesitate and gritted his teeth, "Good!"

Ten minutes later, both parties had signed the relevant agreements, ready to ascend the stage for the match. The rules were MMA rules, and the Martial Arts Hall had an Octagonal Cage.

Song Yang took off his coat, revealing his strong muscles, and posed for the cameras nearby.

He had figured it out, even if he lost today, he’d still have his pride. He would continue to challenge Wu Li. This popularity, he wanted to ride it!

On the other side, Wu Li said a few words in front of the cameras.

At this moment, his live broadcast was online, and the Seeking Martial Arts production team’s cameras were aimed at him, essentially preluding the second episode of Seeking Martial Arts.

"Master, why do you have to fight him?" Xu Chuan asked, puzzled, just before Wu Li went onstage.

"We could have just sent me to deal with him easily, doesn’t this give him too much face?"

Wu Li chuckled and patted Xu Chuan’s shoulder, "I have my reasons."

He then stepped onto the ring.

Both contestants were in the ring, and after the referee explained the rules, he announced the start of the match.

Song Yang quickly posed in a boxing stance, having studied some boxing techniques online and trained daily by chopping bricks and hitting trees, he had practiced quite a lot.

Wu Li, however, didn’t rush to attack, and didn’t even pose. He just stood calmly and watched Song Yang coldly.

"I must smash his face, even just once!" Song Yang thought fiercely.

For some reason, seeing Wu Li’s face made him insanely jealous.

Song Yang attacked first, his right fist fiercely aiming towards Wu Li’s face.

Slash! Wu Li also threw a punch, reacting later but striking first, meeting Song Yang’s right fist with his own right.

Boom! A muffled sound.

Song Yang cried out in pain, even with gloves on, he felt a piercing pain emanating from his right fist.

He had never felt such pain even when chopping bricks or hitting trees, it felt as if a knife had plunged through his fist!

Song Yang stepped back two paces, only to see Wu Li still standing in the same spot, watching him coldly, his disdainful attitude fueling Song Yang’s rage. He lifted his right leg and kicked at Wu Li.

At the same moment Song Yang kicked, Wu Li moved too, kicking out with his right leg, leg against leg!

Boom! The sound of bones colliding.

"Ah!" Song Yang couldn’t help but scream.

His right leg collided with Wu Li’s right leg, feeling as if he had kicked a Vajra Pillar, the immense impact making him feel like his right leg was about to break.

Stumbling back two steps, Song Yang gritted his teeth and swung his left fist towards Wu Li.

Snap!

This time, Wu Li did not strike back with a punch but accurately caught the fist with his right hand.

Startled, Song Yang tried to forcefully pull away, but his right arm and leg were in too much pain to exert any force, and he couldn’t break free for a while.

This was a rare scene on the ring, one contestant being unable to free his fist from the other’s grip, a clear indication of a huge difference in speed, strength, and skill between the two.

But it wasn’t over yet, Wu Li suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Song Yang’s arm with his left hand, and abruptly twisted it with his right arm, rotating the caught left fist along.

Crack! A crisp sound.

"Ah ah ah!" The screams of Song Yang filled the air.

He was twisted down to the ground by Wu Li, crying out in pain due to the grappling technique.

Seeing this, the referee quickly intervened to separate them, and Wu Li also let go of Song Yang’s left arm.

Song Yang, clutching his left arm, lay on the ground, screaming continuously.

The outcome of the match was clear; Song Yang was immediately taken to the hospital.

As Wu Li walked down from the ring, a crowd of reporters instantly surrounded him.

"Wu Li, did you agree to Song Yang’s challenge just to establish your authority?"

"Wu Li, did you intentionally injure your opponent?"

"Wu Li, given your superior strength, shouldn’t you have shown some restraint instead of striking so hard?"

"Wu Li, do you think your actions just now were inappropriate?"

...

Wu Li looked at the reporters calmly and slowly began, "Fighting Song Yang was indeed about establishing authority."

"Once I step into the ring, I have only one goal, to defeat my opponent. I won’t stop until the referee calls it off."

"You can look for a friendly exchange with me, a private sparring, I welcome all. But if it is an open challenge, don’t expect me to hold back."

"As for manners, I’ll show my manners after my opponent is down."