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Chapter 173 - 158 Demolition, Street Race

Chapter 173: Chapter 158 Demolition, Street Race

Wang Xuan’s words fell, everyone followed the direction she was pointing and looked over.

Not far away, the streets were lined with various signs, and in the middle of the street, two groups of people were confronting each other, with many onlookers pointing and whispering.

"What are they doing?" someone asked.

Wang Xuan looked and said, "They are probably in a standoff over demolition."

"Demolition?"

"Yes, a developer plans to turn this area into the business center of Yuhe City. They have been buying up land in recent months, and many nearby shops have been bought out. Only this Martial Arts Street remains, and negotiations have not been going smoothly."

"Hah, a bunch of martial artists. Of course, the negotiations are tough." someone laughed.

Demolition, after all, is the same in the dark... one side desperately lowers the price, the other side desperately raises it, and those who are dead set against demolition are mostly because they aren’t offered enough money.

Generally speaking, if the negotiations break down completely, friction might occur. Ordinary families can’t stand the scare and might quickly compromise, but Martial Arts Street is full of martial artists. Intimidating them is a tough task, so as soon as everyone heard that the demolition negotiations were challenging, they could roughly guess what was happening.

While discussing, they approached Martial Arts Street.

As Wu Li got closer, he saw who was confronting each other: on the left, a group of people dressed in various colored training suits—red, white, black—all full of righteous indignation; on the right, almost everyone had tattoos, looking fierce and menacing.

Both sides were shouting something loudly, but it was in the Southern Country dialect, and Wu Li and his companions couldn’t understand.

"Those on the left are almost all Chinese Boxers, telling those on the right to get off this street."

Wang Xuan walked up beside Wu Li, whispering to him.

Wu Li glanced at her and nodded, "With all this commotion, don’t the police care?"

Wang Xuan shook her head: "I don’t know much about Martial Arts Street, just what others chat about."

Up ahead, the emotions of the confronting parties escalated, and it looked like a fight was about to break out. At that moment, a voice rang out, immediately quieting the scene.

The boxers from the left side’s Martial Arts Hall stepped aside, and a man dressed in a white training suit stepped forward.

Among the Chinese Boxers, he wasn’t the oldest, a young man, but everyone implicitly regarded him as their leader.

Wu Li had good eyesight; he clearly saw the two characters embroidered on the chest of the other party’s training suit: Jiyun.

It seemed like he was from Jiyun Hall. Wu Li used system detection on him, and the system showed that his Yong Chun Fist was at Master Level, but his Overall Score was not low, at B(27%).

Those around him each possessed one or several Master Level Martial Arts, but not many reached a B grade.

After all, an Overall Score of B indicates a professional boxer level, which requires daily extensive training and rich competition experience. Generally, those who are coaches at a martial arts hall are mostly of this level in their youth. As they age, the frequency of their training reduces, and their physical fitness and body condition can no longer keep up.

Of course, even just being at C level is more than enough to deal with ordinary people and amateur enthusiasts, so the boxers present weren’t afraid of the thugs who outnumbered them.

The young man from Jiyun Hall said something loudly to the group on the right, immediately eliciting cheers.

"What did he say?" Wu Li asked.

Wang Xuan said, "He said they have been running a martial arts hall here for over sixty years, generation after generation. To take over the martial arts hall, they would have to step over his dead body."

"Hot-blooded youth."

Hearing this, Chen Gang who was listening in shook his head, "He’s really cutting off all retreats with those words, leaving no room for negotiation. Why would they let a young man speak for a large group like this?"

As expected, after hearing this, the thugs on the right stirred, and the leader said something to the young man from Jiyun Hall, who responded with a cold laugh and a nod.

"The man on the right said they’ve come today to challenge the hall, asking if Jiyun Hall dares to accept?"

Before Wu Li could ask, Wang Xuan translated proactively: "The man on the left from Jiyun Hall is named Huang Wei. He has accepted, and the contest will start right here on the street soon."

Upon hearing about the challenge, the crowd of onlookers became excited and surged forward, though they dared not get too close.

The crew from the Seeking Martial Arts show also squeezed forward, wanting to catch a glimpse of the action since street fights are rare to see back home.

Soon, both sides cleared a large space in the middle of the street, and Huang Wei from Jiyun Hall stood out calmly, appearing very imposing.

Before long, his opponent appeared, a man with ropes tied around his arms, appearing to practice Muay Thai.

However, as this person appeared, the boxers on the left began pointing and cursing at the Muay Thai Fighter.

"The competitor’s name is Ruan Yunming. He used to run a boxing gym on Martial Arts Street too; they are cursing him for being a traitor," Wang Xuan explained to Wu Li and the others.

Wu Li looked at Ruan Yunming, whose Muay Thai was also at Master Level, with an Overall Score of B(42%), higher than Huang Wei’s.

Huang Wei adopted the Yong Chun’s Asking Hand stance while Ruan Yunming held his arms in a guard position and slowly approached him.

There was no referee, and neither of the fighters wore any protective equipment; they fought bare-knuckled, which was the norm around here for a street fight.

Ruan Yunming was the first to strike, delivering a whip kick towards his opponent.

Huang Wei stepped back to dodge the kick, then immediately rushed forward, throwing a punch towards Ruan Yunming’s face.

Ruan Yunming blocked the punch with his arms held in front while simultaneously raising his right knee to his chest, forming a shield-like barrier.

Huang Wei threw several punches, but without any noticeable effect, while Ruan Yunming’s raised right leg suddenly thrust forward, fiercely aiming at Huang Wei’s abdomen.

Huang Wei took a step back, narrowly dodging it.

At the start, both fighters were very cautious, each trying to gauge the other.

Then Ruan Yunming initiated an aggressive assault, predominantly using whip kicks and thrusts and less boxing, while Huang Wei focused more on defense.

"How do you rate these two?" Chen Gang asked Wu Li, who was beside him.

Wu Li replied, "That Muay Thai fighter, Ruan Yunming, is slightly lesser in skill compared to Guo Dongyang. As for Huang Wei from Jiyun Hall, he’s about on par with a Seventh Rank in National Martial Arts."

"That means neither of them can block a single move from you," Chen Gang casually remarked.

Wu Li remained silent; the spectators around them couldn’t understand Chinese and paid no attention to their conversation, but Wang Xuan looked at Wu Li with surprise.

Although she didn’t understand fighting or martial arts, she at least knew that the boxers from Jiyun Hall were reputed to be the best on Martial Arts Street, and Huang Wei, representing Jiyun Hall, must be outstanding. Yet, Chen Gang had just suggested that he couldn’t withstand a single move from Wu Li?

Wang Xuan felt that Chen Gang wasn’t joking, which made her even more curious about Wu Li.

"Who do you think will win?" Wang Xuan asked Wu Li.

Wu Li thought for a moment. "Unless something unexpected happens, Huang Wei should win."

"But Ruan Yunming is dominating Huang Wei in the fight, and Huang Wei is hardly retaliating. Why do you think Huang Wei can win?" Wang Xuan curiously inquired.

Indeed, Ruan Yunming seemed to have the upper hand, consistently attacking with vigor, and the delinquent crowd behind him cheered wildly, utterly overpowering the martial artists from the hall.

Wu Li analyzed the situation, "Huang Wei practices Yong Chun, which emphasizes close-range fighting. It seems their opponent has studied this carefully, choosing a challenger with a specific strategy. Ruan Yunming excels in leg techniques and has kept Huang Wei from closing in, making it difficult for Huang Wei to leverage his Yong Chun effectively."

"Then why do you think Huang Wei can win?" Chen Gang also joined the discussion.

Wu Li explained, "Pay attention to each of Huang Wei’s dodges. He’s very good at controlling the distance. Initially, he tried to counterattack, which would have made it easy to get kicked, but as the fight progressed, his dodges became smoother. This is because he’s gradually getting accustomed to the opponent’s attack rhythm and distance."

Everyone looked at the fight and noticed that Ruan Yunming’s recent kicks had all been dodged by Huang Wei.

"Generally, those skilled in leg techniques are good at controlling rhythm and distance, but Ruan Yunming is being outperformed in these areas by his opponent. It’s only a matter of time before his leg techniques get countered."

As Wu Li finished speaking, there was a change in the fight. After another direct thrust by Ruan Yunming was dodged by Huang Wei, Huang suddenly reached out and grabbed Ruan Yunming’s extended right leg.

Ruan Yunming tried to forcefully withdraw, but Huang Wei forcefully pulled back with both hands.

Ruan Yunming stepped forward with his left foot to maintain his balance, but Huang Wei seized the opportunity to step forward and punch Ruan Yunming’s face.

Ruan Yunming quickly covered his head with his arms to block, but Huang Wei’s left fist powerfully struck his abdomen, causing his opponent to stagger backwards. Huang Wei stepped forward, and as his opponent’s center of gravity faltered, he broke through the defense with a right punch that hit his opponent’s nose.

Crack! Blood was drawn with the punch.

Ruan Yunming’s nose bled, triggering a furious response; he stopped guarding his head and instead punched towards Huang Wei.

Huang Wei didn’t dodge or evade. Inherently, Yong Chun was about simultaneous defense and attack; he used the Flat Hand and another hand technique to deflect the incoming punches while simultaneously launching an offensive.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fight turned into an intense exchange of punches, and because both were bare-knuckled, it didn’t take long for both to bleed, breaking skin on faces and fists.

Blood splattered everywhere, exciting the surrounding crowd who cheered loudly in the heated atmosphere.

There was no referee, no ring, no protective gear or gloves, and the fighters’ faces, hands, and bodies were all stained with blood. This street fight was far more brutal and bloody compared to the regulated matches typically seen on television.

But it was this barbaric nature of the fight, this visceral display of fleshy impacts and splattered blood, that seemed to arouse a primitive desire within the onlookers, driving their excitement to new heights.

Among the show’s crew, except for Wu Li, everyone’s face flushed with excitement amid the overwhelming cheers.

Wang Xuan, being a woman who disliked such violent scenes, felt quite uncomfortable. She glanced at Wu Li, noticing his indifferent demeanor, which starkly contrasted with the excited faces around him. This reminded her of the lofty Buddhas she prayed to in temples, seemingly transcendental and watching over all beings.

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