Chapter 437 Teacher Shen, please accept me as your disciple!
"3!"

"2!"

……

"Ding Ding!"

The bell rang, Shen Lang won, Shen Lang actually defeated the world's unregulated fighting boxing champion, Holleg.

The whole place went crazy.

Everyone jumped up with excitement.

Even the female reporters in formal attire were so excited: "Shen Lang won, dear audience, Shen Lang really defeated Huo Lieg, he succeeded!"

The professional guest who was being interviewed could no longer hold back his tears and almost trembled with excitement as he said to the camera: "Wing Chun, Southern Fist Wing Chun used his centerline theory to successfully defeat the world champion. This is a genuine world champion. Friends, cheer for Shen Lang, and cheer for our Chinese traditional martial arts!"

Jack Cheng looked at Shen Lang on the stage and murmured, "There really are people who can practice Kung Fu. This is true, and I witnessed it with my own eyes!"

"Yes!" Yuan Heping was stunned: "Foreigners always say that our Kung Fu is just fancy, now they should shut up!"

"Using the small to win the big, and the weak to defeat the strong, Shen Lang demonstrated in front of everyone the essence of traditional Chinese martial arts!" Li Lianjie.

At this time, the Internet and traditional media websites were flooded with news about Shen Lang's victory over Holleg.

"It really boosts the morale of our people!"

"I'm a person who never watches movies, but from today on, I will buy tickets to support every movie Shen Lang makes!"

"Let me tell you, Shen Lang is actually my childhood friend!"

"You're just bragging, right?"

"Why would I lie to you? We went to the same elementary school, Dongfanghong. He was in the first grade and I was in the fifth grade. But from the first day he entered the school, it seemed like there was a sense of mutual understanding between us. We talked about everything!"

"What do you usually talk about?"

"Uh! Can you not tell me?"

"Say!"

"Boy, don't run after school if you dare! Boy, if you dare tell the teacher, I'll ask my brother to beat you to death! Boy, give me a sip of this bag of water, won't you? Beat him up!..."

"Be careful when you walk next time. I can poke you to death with just my little finger!"

"Alright!!!!"

……

Crazy, completely crazy. Looking at the almost crazy crowd below the stage, Holleg still found it hard to believe that he had failed.

That's right, at this moment he has slowly woken up, his mind is in a mess.

When he reacted, he found that he had lost!
How did I lose?

Oh, yes, he was kicked directly on the chin by Shen Lang.

Huo Lige was sitting on the ground somewhat frustrated. Suddenly, someone came over and slowly squatted beside him: "Don't move. Let me see your chin!"

Huo Lige turned around and found that the person who spoke was Shen Lang. Shouldn't he raise his hands high and run around the field to celebrate?

Why would you squat next to a loser?
Holleg was just about to speak in a tough tone and say something that was not inferior to the truth.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt pain in his jaw!
"Don't move!" Shen Lang said seriously, "Your jaw is dislocated!"

After saying that, he reached out his hand, held Holleg's chin and pressed it gently.

Seeing this, Huo Lige subconsciously wanted to dodge, but Shen Lang acted quickly.

Suddenly, Holleg felt a slight "click" sound in his chin.

Then he glared at Shen Lang and asked, "What did you do to me?"

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly said in surprise: "My dislocation is healed!"

That's right, just now, Shen Lang secretly used manual massage. Dislocation was a small problem for Shen Lang, and he handled it easily. But in Huo Lige's eyes, he was so surprised that he could hardly speak: "You, you, you can do magic!"

"I discovered when we were fighting just now that you can use magic. I felt very cold wherever I touched you! And, how did you do that just now?"

Shen Lang helped him up and said with a smile: "There is no magic, these are all Chinese martial arts!"

"Martial arts?"

Shen Lang smiled and said, "Yes, martial arts, how should I put it, do you understand the bright force and the dark force?"

Holleg shook his head, looking confused.

"Do you understand the internal and external skills?"

Still shaking his head!

"Okay, pretend I didn't say that!"

……

At this moment, Huo Lige, a strong man nearly two meters tall, suddenly clasped his hands and said in front of everyone, imitating the Chinese people, "Jeff, I want to learn the mysterious oriental Kung Fu from you, can you teach me?"

The people in the audience were stunned when they saw this scene.

what?
The world boxing champion was defeated by Shen Lang and even wanted to worship Shen Lang as his master?
"Damn, I've never seen anything like this before. Shen Lang fucked this foreigner so hard that he was convinced!"

"Ahem, can you change the verb and do it until you are convinced? There are always some discordant images in my mind!"

“What? Huo Liege actually wants to become Shen Lang’s disciple? This…this this…” The organizer of this competition, Ma Mingyu, president of the Chinese branch of Black Belt, was completely dumbfounded.

In his opinion, it would be easy for modern fighting to KO traditional Chinese martial arts.

But things unexpectedly took such a big turn. Not only was Huo Lige knocked unconscious by Shen Lang, but after getting up, he even wanted to worship Shen Lang as his master?

"Master Shen, don't teach foreigners! This is something passed down by our Chinese ancestors. You teach me. I have a unique bone structure. When I was a child, beggars wanted to teach me the Tathagata Palm, but I refused!"

"Master Shen, I can't teach you. Look at my biceps, they are very suitable for boxing. I still have the basics. I am the winner of the Kangle Cup Senior Tai Chi Championship!"

……

Shen Lang looked at the excited crowd below the stage, he turned to Huo Liege and said: "Your body is no longer suitable for practicing Kung Fu, the foundation of Chinese Kung Fu must be laid from a young age!"

Holleg said with a disappointed look on his face: "What do you mean? Can't I practice the same touch as your refrigerator just now?"

Shen Lang shook his head.

"Then why don't I learn these moves from you?"

“This is fine, but the tuition is very high!”

"I do, I do!"

Well, I'm glad you're willing. If you really want me to teach you internal skills or something, how should I teach you?
Come on, old donkey, why don't you jump into his head, use the move of drawing the yang into his abdomen, and then open the Book of the Sunflower?
Alas... everyone thought I won, but in fact, who knows the sadness and pain behind the winner?
At this moment, the people in the audience were shocked to see that Shen Lang was willing to accept him as a disciple!
"Teacher Shen, accept me!"

"Teacher Shen, I want to learn from you too!"

"Teacher Shen...I am your elementary school classmate!!!"

Shen Lang's head suddenly began to hurt. Okay, let's get away with it!

Teacher Shen actually left...

what?
The master is indeed mysterious and doesn't like to accept disciples, so...

Everyone suddenly realized that if they didn't accept disciples, they still couldn't learn kung fu.

"Excuse me, where can I sign up to learn Tang Shou martial arts?"

"Excuse me, how much is the registration fee? I want to sign up!"

"Move aside, I was here first, you guys... oh, don't push, my pants, my pants..."

(End of this chapter)