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Chapter 208 - 186: Fighting Prodigy and Hongmen Expert

Chapter 208: Chapter 186: Fighting Prodigy and Hongmen Expert

United States, New York.

In the early morning, an Asian man with yellow skin and black hair was exercising at home.

In a spacious room filled with various equipment, the man was using a resistance trainer.

He held the handle with his right hand and placed his left hand on his abdomen, exhaling sharply as he stepped forward with his right foot and exerted downward force with his right hand.

Whoosh! Several weight plates on the back of the resistance machine were pulled up at once.

The man pulled the handle down to the level of his right knee and suddenly let go of the tension.

Under the force of gravity, the heavy weight plates quickly fell, and the handle retracted sharply.

The man’s right hand followed the handle as it retracted, and when it reached the level of his shoulder, he exhaled sharply again.

Whoosh! This time, the man pulled the handle back to knee level at a faster speed than before, then let go again.

He repeated this process, letting go each time he pulled to knee level and applying force again at the shoulder to pull the handle back.

Each time the speed was faster than the last.

Because the weight plates dropped rapidly, the handle itself carried a certain impact force, and the man had to instantly neutralize this impact and apply an even stronger opposing force in order to pull the handle back at a faster speed. Such explosive power was truly astonishing.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The rope of the handle constantly rubbed back and forth, and the man’s stepping forward grew heavier and heavier, until it sounded like a war drum, as if the whole room’s floor was shaking.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It was hard to imagine that one could create such an impact while training with a resistance machine, as if there were thousands of tons of explosives in his body, exploding outwards with inner force.

Five minutes later, without a change in facial color or a hint of breathlessness, the man switched to his left hand.

Whoosh!

...

After switching through three different pieces of equipment and completing various levels of strength training, the man walked to the center of the room and started practicing a set of martial arts.

His movements were smooth and relaxed, completely different from the explosive energy of his previous strength training.

He was practicing Tai Chi.

He practiced leisurely for half an hour, then slowly stopped and walked out of the practice room.

His house was large, with a spacious living room outside the practice room. To the left was the kitchen, and to the right near the window stood a large dining table.

At the moment, three people were busy in the kitchen, and about twenty minutes later, the dining table was filled with food.

There were grains, fish, porridge... roughly over thirty different kinds of food.

"Mr. Li, your breakfast is ready," a female Asian with yellow skin said in English to the man, apparently a maid.

The man nodded, "Good, thank you."

The maid smiled and said, "You’re too polite, Mr. Li."

Then the three maids left the living room, not disturbing the man as he ate.

The man sat alone at the dining table and began to eat. He ate very slowly, chewing each bite of food carefully and with a serious look, concentrating as if it were a very important matter.

The total time he spent on strength training and martial arts was only an hour, yet he took a full hour just to eat his meal.

After finishing the meal, the man stood up in the room and adopted a martial arts stance, placing his hands in front of his lower abdomen as if holding an imaginary ball, then his body began to shake gently.

His stomach immediately emitted a series of gurgles, deep and muffled, like the bellow of an ox or the croak of a giant frog.

After standing like this for ten minutes, suddenly the ringing of a telephone sounded in the room.

The man slowly released his stance and walked over to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Okay, understood."

Ten minutes later, the man dressed in a tailored black suit, with a tie and a pair of reading glasses, walked out of the residential main gate.

He had a scholarly and energetic demeanor, and with his outfit, he closely resembled the business elites of Wall Street.

A black sedan was already parked outside the residence’s main gate. The man opened the passenger door and sat down inside.

"Brother Li."

The driver, also a young Asian in a suit and tie, greeted him in Chinese as he saw him get into the car.

"Let’s go."

The man nodded and responded in Chinese as well.

"What’s so urgent?" he asked.

The driver answered while driving, "Boss Liu’s place was raided last night, losing over a million US dollars. Early this morning, he called a meeting with several uncles, and Boss Liu sent me to invite you."

The man said, "I remember Zhang Li is with Boss Liu, didn’t he make a move last night?"

The driver sighed, "It’s precisely because Master Zhang lost last night that Boss Liu asked me to invite you."

The man frowned, "Zhang Li lost?"

The driver spoke gravely, "Yes, Master Zhang was blinded in one eye last night."

The man fell silent for a moment before asking, "Do you know the identity of the other party?"

The driver gritted his teeth, "It’s a damn Japanese!"

"Japanese?" The man was somewhat surprised.

The driver nodded, "Yes, called Xiaoze Wutian. He’s only nineteen years old, the bastard just got to New York and started fighting in underground boxing matches. Been here a week and has already taken down three venues, including Boss Liu’s last night."

"Nineteen years old..." The man pondered for a moment, "Seems like a new talent has emerged in Japan. I doubt I could’ve beaten Zhang Li when I was nineteen."

"Brother Li, what right does he have to compare with you?" The driver said indignantly.

The man smiled calmly, without any hint of arrogance, "Zhang Li blind in one eye, Boss Liu must be furious, right?" he asked offhandedly.

"Yeah, Boss Liu was raging last night, I haven’t seen him this angry in a long time," the driver recalled, seemingly still shaken by the memory.

The man nodded, understanding that Boss Liu’s anger was justified. They could earn back a million dollars lost, but a master like Zhang Li was not so easily replaced.

To cultivate a master takes time, money, and luck. A master honed over ten years could be gone in a single match. With Zhang Li’s vision impaired and his combat effectiveness reduced, Boss Liu’s main business of underground fights would suffer losses far exceeding a million dollars without a top fighter like Zhang Li.

The two chatted for a bit longer before the man turned on the radio in the car, flipping through a few stations before settling on a news channel.

"ESPN’s latest report: The UFC selection competition, TUF Ultimate Fighting, is about to start a new season. A total of 37 newcomers are participating in the selection from eleven different countries, among them is a nineteen-year-old young fighter, Xiaoze Wutian. He is from Japan and is hailed as a once-in-five-hundred-years martial arts prodigy. If he signs successfully, he will become the youngest fighter ever signed by the UFC!"

Hearing Xiaoze Wutian’s name, the two in the car were momentarily stunned.

"Is it this bastard? He’s actually here to participate in the UFC?" the driver exclaimed in surprise.

"However, interestingly, this TUF’s official promotion isn’t focusing on the nineteen-year-old prodigy but on a young man from Hua Country named Wu Li. He’s also very young, only twenty-one this year, but he’s already made a big name for himself. Recently, he defeated Hu Shan, the number-one boxer in Southeast Asia, and is now known as the strongest man in Southeast Asia!"

Hu Shan? The always composed man finally changed his expression.

Not many people in the United States might have heard of Hu Shan, but he knew him well, and had it not been for being stopped, he would have already gone to challenge Hu Shan.

"Defeated Hu Shan, twenty-one years old, Wu Li..."

The man mentally noted this information, taking an interest in the name Wu Li.

"The strongest man in Southeast Asia?" The driver’s expression clearly showed disbelief, "Can our country produce such a master?"

Clearly, he had not heard of Hu Shan either.

The man shook his head, "Don’t underestimate our country; a lot of the martial arts heritage was retained there."

The driver scoffed, "What’s the use? How many people train nowadays? If you ask me, if there was a martial arts competition today, just our Hongmen alone could overpower all the Martial Arts Training in the country."

The man closed his eyes, as if recalling something, "Hu Shan was formidable. Back when he went to Indonesia to challenge the local Chinese Boxers, the Indonesian Hongmen sent the Double Flower Red Stick Xue Zhaotian to fight him, and he was killed by Hu Shan on the spot. Xue Zhaotian once taught me boxing techniques, and when I heard the news, I wanted to go to Indonesia to fight Hu Shan. Unfortunately, it never happened. Now that I think about it, if I had gone, chances are that my odds wouldn’t have been good. Wu Li defeating Hu Shan means he’s not a simple character."

The driver paused for a moment, revering the man beside him deeply. Since he said so, the driver also put aside any contempt he may have felt.

After a while, the driver laughed, "Brother Li, since this Wu Li is so formidable, and with the Japanese Xiaoze Wutian, TUF will definitely hype up both of them. They might even set up a strongest newcomer showdown to grab attention. If Xiaoze Wutian gets taken down by you ahead of time, that will be quite something, haha."

Boss Liu’s decision to send him to invite the man beside him clearly indicated an intention to deal with Xiaoze Wutian. If Xiaoze Wutian foolishly continued raiding other venues, he would be courting death.

Because the man sitting beside him was one of the American Hongmen’s Double Flower Red Stick, one of the few who could truly fight in the entire American Hongmen!

The man remained expressionless, "Compared to Xiaoze Wutian, I’m actually more interested in a showdown with that Wu Li."

...

Elsewhere, Wu Li was unaware that his reputation had reached the ears of the Double Flower Red Stick of the American Hongmen. He and the Seeking Martial Arts show crew had already arrived in New York and signed the contract with the UFC officials.

The whole process went smoothly. To the UFC, once Wu Li’s fame and influence in Hua Country had been confirmed, the TUF selection competition was no longer significant. What mattered more was how to leverage Wu Li to increase UFC’s influence in Hua Country. The selection event was largely just a promotional stage, and the UFC officials were practically implying, "We will definitely sign with you!"

"Mr. Wu Li, all the TUF contestants have arrived, and we will officially start filming tomorrow."

A manager responsible for signing Wu Li mentioned to him, "With your skills, making it through the selection process won’t be a problem."

Wu Li smiled, "Thank you."

Little did anyone know at that moment how much of a sensation this selection competition would cause.

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