What if I'm really rich

1998, April 5.

For the first time, Su Ze appeared outside wearing the training clothes of Tan Shiwu gymnasium, and walked into Tianhe gymnasium.

"Ladies and gentlemen... All contestants, welcome to the 1998 Third Martial Arts Conference in Yangcheng, Guangdong Province..."

Inside, backstage...

Listening to the voice on the radio, Su Ze sat on the soft stool and looked at the increasingly nervous Wen Changyu.

After screwing on the bottle cap, Su Ze couldn't help laughing and said:

"Brother, calm down!"

Wen Changyu sat on the soft stool, and when he heard Su Ze's words, he turned his head and said seriously:

"I'm in a good mood."

"is it?"

"Yes."

Su Ze looked at Ruoyou Ruowu flustered Wen Changyu, smiled and didn't speak anymore, and sat upright.

At this moment, the door of the lounge was opened, and a staff member walked in and said:

"The games have been screened out, here is the list of games... Contestants need to come and sign."

Behind the staff were Ah Fa and Tan Shizhong, who signaled Su Ze to go over.

"Su Congming."

After signing his name, Su Ze took a copy of the schedule and found that Mei Jigeng would have a show in 10 minutes, and his schedule was still to come.

"At the competition site, each contestant can only be accompanied by two people under the ring, not more."

After leaving a word, the staff left quickly, and everyone in the lounge quickly discussed.

In the end, it was Ah Fa and Tan Shizhong who accompanied Mei Jigeng, and Tan Shizhong could give a few words of guidance.

Wen Changyu and Zheng Yaocheng followed Su Ze, and what Su Ze needed now was an explanation of the rules.

10 minutes later...

Su Ze and Wen Changyu entered the audience seats. This was their first appearance in the martial arts gym. The voices of the host and the people around him still made him nervous.

"Okay, we have invited Zou Wenhou from Du Futang and Mei Jigeng from Tan's Martial Arts Hall to join the ring."

After the host finished speaking, Mei Jigeng and his opponent stepped onto the stage with noise and cheers.

Mei Jigeng's opponent is a man in his 30s, tall but not strong.

"clang!"

When the competition bell rang, the two people on the ring also gave their salutes and each took two steps back.

Soon, Mei Jigeng was waiting... Finally, when the opponent made a move, he quickly dodged the counterattack.

Mei Jigeng took advantage of his speed, and he punched the opponent's left arm, but the effect was negligible.

Fortunately, the opponent was not a master of decision making, so Mei Jigeng won the match with a set of hook punches.

"Dang bang bang bang bang..."

The bell rang again, and the ten-minute battle soon ushered in cheers from the audience for the winner.

"Win! Win!!"

Wen Changyu supported Su Ze's arm, and was very happy for Mei Jigeng's first victory.

Soon the game continued, but they agreed to watch other games, and everyone did not go back.

There are two games every day, so it takes about 5 days to compete for the top three in the province.

Su Ze's game was an hour later, and he didn't leave during the intermission, so he could watch the game carefully.

As long as I can remember... Su Ze also watched the martial arts TV series from Xiangjiang in his free time to pass the time.

But seeing now... To be honest, except for Su Ze himself, he can probably realize the kung fu on TV.

Among the people he met, including monks and Tan Shizhong, they couldn't, they were just traditional martial arts.

In addition to flying over the eaves and walls, Su Ze also feels that he can achieve strength and power.

After watching for a while, Su Ze gradually developed a sense of self-esteem... Suddenly he understood why others should praise him.

The group of people in the competition were not flamboyant, but the chances of winning in Su Ze's heart soared.

It was the national conference and the provincial conference that had troubled Tan Shizhong... Probably A Geng has no problem.

"Next we come to the sixth round, Yang Qihua from the Black Dragon Martial Arts Hall, and Su Congming from the Tan Family Martial Arts Hall."

"come on!"

"Aze, you must not use your strength!!"

In Su Ze's first competition, Tan Shizhong was still a little worried, so he switched with Wen Changyu.

"I know Master."

Su Ze gave Tan Shizhong and the two a reassuring look, and jumped onto the ring directly.

"Xiajiaquan, Yang Qihua."

"Heyang Fist."

Su Ze bowed his hands to the muscular man in front of him, guessing that the other party should not be a warrior from Yangcheng.

If it's from Yangcheng, it shouldn't be an expression of complacency, it's obvious that they want to bully his thinness.

"clang!"

The moment the bell rang, Yang Qihua rushed over and punched him directly in the face.

Turning his head to dodge, Su Ze raised his foot to kick the opponent's lower body but was blocked, then raised his feet and kicked him in the abdomen, grabbed his wrist, trying to break it...

Su Ze gave up his thoughts for a moment, and the moment his foot hit the ground, he pulled it, turned around and kicked it out.

"boom!"

A big man fell straight on the ground, and then a carp stood up straight, a little confused.

The applause from the audience made him a little ashamed, but under the shame, he greeted him all over his face.

As the saying goes, south fists and north legs, Su Ze doesn't use fists but only legs, so what the fuck is the name of the fist just now.

"what!"

The chivalrous boxing is wide open and closed, both offensive and defensive. Just now Yang Qihua felt that he didn't expect Su Ze's powerful legs. This time he was fully prepared for defense.

In an instant, a punch came, and Su Ze raised his hand... his right hand opened the big fist, and at the same time he punched his left fist. Fortunately, he didn't use much strength.

A punch hit Yang Qihua's face and made him take a few steps back. Su Ze was about to continue to attack...

"Clang clang clang..."

The rendezvous is over, 1 minute...Yang Qihua didn't touch any of Su Ze's clothes, and he was injured.

At the corner of the arena, Su Ze squatted on the ground and refused to drink water. At this time, Tan Shizhong couldn't help reminding:

"Aze, fight well!"

Hearing this, Su Ze looked at Yang Qihua who stopped the nosebleed on the other side, then looked at Tan Shizhong and said slowly:

"Master, he is too weak..."

Don't say that Su Ze can play chivalrous fist, even if he can't...the opponent has exposed too many flaws.

"This…"

Tan Shizhong glanced at Yang Qihua, seeing the referee call the two to proceed to the next round, he said quickly:

"Ah Ze, Master only said one thing... In every match, give me the Crane Yang Fist."

"it is good…"

Seeing that Tan Shizhong was serious, Su Ze stood up and nodded, then came back to the center of the ring.

"Dangdang..."

The referee retreated, Su Ze opened his hands and made a gesture, and Yang Qihua followed the momentum when he saw this.

This time Yang Qihua seemed to be smarter, waiting for Su Ze to make a move, but the ending is doomed.

With a sway, Su Ze spread out his hands and performed the first form of the Heyang Fist without sticking to his clothes. He turned his palms into fingers, pressed down on Yang Qihua's arm with five fingers, and hit him on the chest.

Blocking the punch with his palm, Su Ze kicked with his toe and was blocked, leaning against an iron mountain.

Yang Qihua was blown out again, before the Caijuan waved his hand, Yang Qihua raised his hand and shouted:

"I surrender…"

After being beaten countless times, he couldn't beat Su Ze. He originally wanted to fight for endurance...but the opponent's beating was too painful. Yang Qihua knew that there was no chance of winning.

"I declare: the winner of the sixth round of the third session is Su Congming from the Tan Martial Arts Academy, and his score will be increased by 1."

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