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Chapter 319 - 290: Within Seven Steps, I Give You a Chance

Chapter 319: Chapter 290: Within Seven Steps, I Give You a Chance

January 30, 10 a.m.

In Wu Li’s room, Gong Juren was reporting to him.

"The head of Tencent’s strategy department has clearly stated that they will include a condition in their contract with the UFC to grant you a championship challenge within six months, and Dana White will likely agree," Gong Juren said.

"Additionally, he mentioned that once you’re back in the country, they would like to meet and have a talk."

Wu Li nodded. "Tell him that once I’m back in the country, I will definitely meet with him."

Gong Juren nodded in agreement, while Chen Gang, standing nearby, excitedly added, "Wu Li, it looks like this is almost a done deal!"

Wu Li also smiled. When Penguin Sports invited him as a brand ambassador, a remark from Chen Gang had opened his mind: Dana White values him highly, largely due to the broadcasting fees for UFC in Hua Country. Dana White wants to sell for a high price! In that case, it might as well start from the source and solve the problem in one fell swoop.

The reason why Penguin Sports, and even Tencent, were so willing to cooperate with Wu Li was simple: Dana White could only leverage Wu Li’s fame and influence through the UFC, but domestic companies were different. Even if Wu Li stopped fighting in the UFC in the future, they could still collaborate in other areas.

With Wu Li’s current popularity and influence domestically, he was worth the favor from Tencent, and as Zhang Dongming had told Dana White, it wasn’t just Penguin Sports willing to offer the favor—other companies like PPTV and Ucool were eager as well.

Therefore, if Dana White wanted to secure a big contract, he could only agree to that additional requirement.

As long as Wu Li could secure a championship challenge in a short period, and as long as he could win the championship, he would no longer need to worry about being restricted by the UFC or threatened by Dana White.

The rules of the UFC game determined that the champion was always the center of attention!

No matter how many new stars or popular fighters appeared in the UFC, the higher their popularity and better their records, the more people anticipated them challenging the respective weight class champion. These fighters were also eager to challenge the champion, because without that champion’s belt symbolizing victory, no matter how famous they were, it was empty and lacked convincing power.

Thus, once Wu Li ascended to the throne of the champion, he wouldn’t need to worry about how the UFC would arrange his next match, or whether his match would carry enough weight, because as long as he was in the ring, the match would definitely be the highlight, and his opponent would certainly be the most attention-grabbing recently!

That was the status of a champion!

Of course, the prerequisite was that Wu Li had to win the championship; otherwise, all would be in vain.

Penguin Sports might secure him a promise of a championship challenge within six months, but they certainly couldn’t directly secure him the championship. Dana White wouldn’t agree either, because should such dealings come to light, the loss wouldn’t just be one or two billion.

"Now it’s just a matter of seeing who they’ll arrange for your next match. Do you think they might directly arrange for the champion?" Chen Gang asked.

Wu Li shook his head. "I don’t know. I signed for five fights, and I still have three left. Within these three, they must arrange a championship challenge for me."

Chen Gang nodded. "That makes sense..."

He was about to speak when his mobile phone suddenly rang. He answered it.

"Hello?"

"Who?"

"Alright, I know. I’m coming down immediately."

Wu Li glanced at Chen Gang. "What’s up?"

Chen Gang chuckled, "Guess who came looking for us?"

Wu Li: "Who?"

Chen Gang: "That Sun Yiquan we visited at Wanxing Restaurant the other day, that Chinese young man who was sitting beside us. He came to us today saying he has something very important."

"Oh?" Wu Li got interested.

"Let’s go and see."

They went downstairs and arrived at the hotel lobby where they saw Xu Ming waiting.

Upon seeing Wu Li, Xu Ming’s face brightened, and he hurriedly approached. "Mr. Wu, hello!"

"Hello," Wu Li shook hands with him.

"You came specifically to find mе?"

"Yes, I have something very important to tell you!" Xu Ming said seriously.

Chen Gang discreetly signaled the cameraman to start filming.

Even though Wu Li had been successful in the UFC recently, and Chen Gang seemed happy about it, he was actually under immense pressure. Before leaving the country, the leaders from the television station had specifically instructed him to ensure that the seventh episode of Seeking Martial Arts was well produced!

But just on the first day of filming, they met Sun Yiquan who practically had no highlights, and he was unwilling to compete with Wu Li, causing the shoot to be temporarily halted.

Over the past few days, Chen Gang had received many calls from domestic leaders. Of course, they didn’t dare to rush Wu Li directly, so they exerted all the pressure on Chen Gang, which was quite troublesome for him.

Luckily, today seemed to bring a breakthrough. No matter what it was, there was no harm in filming it first.

Wu Li led Xu Ming to a seating area in the corner of the lobby and spoke quietly, "Go ahead, what is it?"

Xu Ming then detailed everything he saw and heard that night to Wu Li.

"Trying to break my gun?"

Upon hearing Xu Ming’s words, Wu Li’s eyebrows raised.

Since he became famous, it had been a long time since anyone had underestimated him like this.

"So, you’re saying that Grandmaster Sun abandoned his spear because of this person named Feng Lin?" Wu Li asked.

Xu Ming nodded. "I think it’s very likely, otherwise why would that person say, ’Just like I did to you ten years ago.’"

Wu Li smiled. "Then it’s interesting. If I’m not mistaken, this Feng Lin must have defeated Grandmaster Sun with a gun ten years ago."

"Also with a gun?"

Wu Li shook his head. "When I say gun, I mean a handgun, a modern weapon."

Xu Ming widened his eyes. "With a handgun?"

Wu Li said, "If Feng Lin had defeated Grandmaster Sun relying on martial arts, why would Grandmaster Sun feel so hopeless about martial arts? It could only be modern weapons that defeated him, making him say those words, that after many years of hard training, he was still not a match for someone’s finger movement."

Xu Ming felt it made sense, but then he was puzzled. "But, what’s there to be proud of if someone defeats another who wields an Iron Spear with a handgun? My boss practices martial arts, not magic. Losing to modern weapons isn’t shameful, right?"

Wu Li smiled faintly; Xu Ming’s view was actually the mainstream modern thinking. No, it shouldn’t even be called modern. Back in the period of the Republic, when the Eight-Nation Alliance entered the capital, when Bagua Grandmaster Cheng Yanhua and national martial arts masters like Wang Wu died under foreign rifles, many martial artists of that time had understood: the era belonging to martial arts was completely over.

Now it’s the 21st century, technology is more advanced, and firearms have improved too much. Modern firearms are countless times stronger than those from the past. But martial arts, just as Tian Sunyi said that day, have actually been marking time over the years, and even now you can hardly find martial artists whose skills exceed those of masters like Cheng Yanhua and Wang Wu.

They all lost to firearms over a hundred years ago, let alone modern martial artists facing even more advanced modern firearms?

"You don’t understand, for us who practice martial arts, no matter who the opponent is, or what we face, we cannot lose our resolve. If we don’t even believe in the martial arts we practice, feeling it’s inferior to this or that, then what’s the point of practicing? Better to just exercise for fitness," Wu Li said calmly.

Xu Ming stared blankly at Wu Li, remembering that the person before him was not merely someone who had defeated two UFC fighters in the ring. The opponent had also charged through half a street facing three assault rifles to achieve a counter-kill!

Someone else might not have the right to say such words, but Wu Li could, because he had done it!

Clap! Clap! Clap!

A round of applause came, Wu Li turned his head first, followed by the others.

"It’s you!" Xu Ming recognized him at a glance—it was Feng Lin from last night.

Wu Li looked at the man who strode towards him and initiated a system check:

[Wu Family Spear (Master Level), Tan Tui (Master Level), Choy Li Fut (Master Level), Bagua Palm (Master Level), Three Emperor Cannon Hammer (Master Level)

Overall Score: S— (92%)]

Five Master Level skills again!

Wu Li was surprised; he thought he was facing a gun expert, but never expected such proficiency in martial arts. However, he soon realized, skilled in Kung Fu, quick in movement, sharp in senses, fast in reaction — such a person with a gun is even more formidable!

Wu Li stood up, and the people behind him also stood up.

Feng Lin stopped not far away, smiling, "Well said, just as good as what Tian Sunyi said back then."

Wu Li’s expression remained calm. "Last night you said you wanted to break my gun?"

Feng Lin nodded. "Yes, I had that in mind."

Wu Li smiled. "Okay, before we start, can you talk about your story with Grandmaster Sun?"

Actually, Wu Li wasn’t one to talk much, but he knew Chen Gang was having people film this. He had seen the pressure Chen Gang was under during this period; Chen Gang had helped him quite a bit before, so Wu Li also wanted to make sure the seventh episode turned out well.

Now, with Feng Lin showing up, evidently close to Tian Sunyi, listening to a story could enrich the contents of the seventh episode even more.

Feng Lin was somewhat surprised; he didn’t expect Wu Li to be in no rush to fight but instead started inquiring about his own story. However, he wasn’t in a hurry either. Glancing at the camera behind Wu Li, a sneer crossed his face: "Actually, I was as fascinated with martial arts as you back then."

Wu Li remained silent; five Master Level skills already said a lot. The opponent’s skills back then might not have been weaker than his.

"As for my situation with Tian Sunyi, if you beat me, I can tell you, or you can ask Yi Sun after you lose," Feng Lin continued.

Wu Li nodded. "Good, agreed. You set the terms, how do you want to compete?"

Feng Lin looked down at his feet, then looked up and said, "The distance between the two of us now is about seven steps."

Wu Li glanced and acknowledged, "Hmm."

Feng Lin smiled, "I know you’ve said before to others, within seven steps, fist is faster than gun. Today I give you a chance to prove it again."

"Do you dare?"

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