"Coach Wu, are you being too biased by covering up the murderer?"

Ding Xiu alone knocked down a large area and killed several of them. With Wu Bing standing in the middle, no one dared to move for a while, but the brave ones couldn't help but speak out.

It is true that Ding Xiu is very powerful, but with so many of them swarming up, no matter how powerful the master is, he has to go in vertically and go out horizontally.

After killing someone, if Ding Xiu gets out safely, how will everyone be able to mess around in the future?

They are not as courageous as Ding Xiu, so they would definitely not dare to kill someone, but there is still no problem in breaking his legs.

Anyway, there were so many people, no one knew who was responsible. At worst, the family could lose tens of thousands of yuan.

Hire a good lawyer. If you're lucky, you might not have to pay any money. Just say that Ding Xiu killed the person first and they stepped in to stop the gangster.

What's a bit troublesome now is that Wu Bing came forward and warned everyone not to fight again.

Wu Bing is the head coach of the Peking Wushu Team. He is half an official. After all, he works in Peking, so everyone is a little afraid of him.

If you piss this guy off, you might even have to close your own martial arts gym.

"Murderer, which eye of yours can you see a dead person?" Wu Bing pointed his eyebrow stick at the person who spoke and said, "Isn't Liang Lu lying there well? The person is not dead yet."

As a referee, he immediately stepped forward to observe the situation after Liang Lu lay down. Ding Xiu's two swords looked bluffing, but they did not cause any wounds. They only had two more purple marks and some dislocation of his shoulders.

It looked like it was cut with the back of a knife.

The blood on Liang Lu's body looked scary, but in fact it was just a skin injury. The wound was not deep and nothing serious.

In the panic before, I didn't know who was shouting that someone was dead, so the scene just happened, a group of people swarmed up and beat Ding Xiu.

"Not dead? Master Liang has already given up his life, but why are you still called alive?"

"Open your eyes and take a good look. Who told you that people died because of skin injuries, and the last two swords were cut with the back of the knife."

"Yeah?"

The middle-aged man who spoke loudly was a little embarrassed and looked towards Liang Lu.

Many people were lying on the ground now. It was not as messy as before, but it was much clearer. Liang Lu's face was as pale as paper, but his chest was rising and falling, and he was obviously still alive.

The doctor trembled and quickly explained: "It's okay, I just lost a little too much blood and passed out. I just need to send him to the hospital for a blood transfusion."

Mud, I've seen a lot today. I originally thought it was just a casual errand, and I could get the money happily by doing a few things like bandaging my wounds.

Who would have thought that it would be a scene that only appears in movies. After each scene, one was injured more seriously than the other. In the end, a group fight broke out, and the big star Ding Xiu was killed indiscriminately, which made people frightened.

After hearing the doctor saying that Liang Lu was fine, the Wing Chun disciples calmed down and slowly withdrew from the battlefield.

They originally wanted to avenge their master, but now that the master is fine, there is no need to fight anymore. If they can't beat them, they will attack them in groups. Today they will bear this bad reputation.

If the master knew what they had done after he woke up, he would probably be angry to death.

After this fight, Wing Chun's reputation was ruined.

Wing Chun has withdrawn, but the other sects are still tough-talking and will fight in groups if they can't beat them. They can't take the blame for this infamy.

"Master Liang is fine. What about the disciples who were hacked to death by Ding Xiu? They couldn't be the same ones with the back of the sword, right?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone seemed to have found a reason for justice, and they all said: "Yes, Ding Xiu kills people like crazy and is ruthless. He is not worthy of being a warrior at all."

"This kind of person should be sent to prison. We are here to eliminate harm for the people."

"That's the end of the deal. Use force to make friends. Look at what's lying on the ground. Those who know it's a martial arts competition, but those who don't know it think it's a murder scene."

"We were a little impulsive, but it is wrong for Ding Xiu to kill someone. We suggest calling the police to arrest the person and let the justice judge what is right and wrong."

Wu Bing didn't know if anyone died in the group fight. After all, it was a bit chaotic at the time. He didn't dare to turn around and ask Ding Xiu now. Asking would mean that what the other party said was right.

But that's not the case.

"One was a little impulsive. After losing the competition, dozens of people attacked the winner with weapons, trying to kill him. Is this called a little impulsive?"

"Long sword, spear, Tai Chi knife, Qinglong Yanyue knife, stick, stick, dozens of people hit one, is this a bit impulsive?"

"In my opinion, Ding Xiu's behavior was self-defense when his life was threatened. Everything is in compliance with the law. Even if you don't call the police, I will go through judicial procedures."

Regardless of whether someone was killed or not, the charge of intentional homicide cannot be borne. Ding Xiu could only act in self-defense.

"never mind!"

Behind him, a hand fell on Wu Bing's shoulder. Ding Xiu gently pushed his head away and said to the crowd: "If you want to fight, I will accompany you, but let me make it clear first. If you come again, I will not show mercy."

"In this game, we are divided into high and low, and life and death."

I lost it!

Everyone jumped when they heard Ding Xiu's words.

Before I had feelings, I still held back, saying that it was his uncle's fault. If he held back, he would kill a few and knock down a large number of them. If he hadn't held back, he would have killed a lot of them.

Wu Bing was also frightened by these words and quickly comforted Ding Xiu: "Don't be impulsive. The matter has not reached the point where it cannot be solved. Leave the rest of the matter to me."

"Besides, in a society ruled by law, what do you want to do to those who are beaten to death? Do you want to go to jail?"

It's not worth spending the rest of his life just for a competition. He felt pity for Ding Xiu.

"Yes, why are you beating people to death? None of them have wives, children, parents or relatives, right?"

The one who spoke was the old man with a white beard sitting on the Grand Master's chair next to Liang Lu.

This was the first time he spoke. He was either drinking tea or eating snacks before. When Ding Xiu and the others started making trouble, the timid ones retreated to the first floor for fear of being implicated, but the old man didn't move his buttocks, and the whole process was leisurely.

Leisurely.

When Wu Bing heard the sound, he turned around and looked over, clasping his fists and saying, "Mr. Wu, you finally spoke. Please take charge of the overall situation."

Wu Wangting, the master of Wu Style Tai Chi, the martial arts consultant of the Hong Kong Martial Arts Federation, and the current Wu Style Tai Chi gym owner could only stand behind him and pass cigarettes and lighters.

Wu Wangting, who is nearly ninety years old, has had an exciting life. When he was young, he fled to Hong Kong Island with his parents.

He relied on Wu Style Tai Chi to make a living. He became a famous figure in his twenties. Maybe he was tired of fighting in the world. In his middle age, he went into business and became a professional. He did good deeds every year, and he also did many things in public.

There is no shortage of various actions to support the officials.

Although he is old and has nothing to do, he spends his whole day drinking tea or listening to music, but both black and white have to give him some face when they see him.

There is no way, there are too many disciples and disciples, many of them are cruel, some of them are still active.

Don't worry about the teacup, Wu Wangting said calmly: "I am an old man who just came here to watch the excitement, and I am not in charge of the overall situation."

"But I think everyone is right about one thing. In a martial arts competition, it should be done to the point. Using force to make friends, there is no need to make it too stiff."

After getting up and coming to the field, Wu Wangting checked a few people who were lying motionless. While checking, he said: "Master Ding acted in a measured manner. He just fainted and no one was killed."

No lives were lost.

The emotional fight lasted for a long time, and it was all the fault of the martial arts community in Hong Kong. They fought indiscriminately and indiscriminately. In the end, they wanted to put the shit basin on someone else's head and unjustly accused Ding Xiu of killing him first.

At this moment, Wu Bing became angry, raised his eyebrows, and almost cursed: "Listen, there are no casualties, what else do you have to say?"

"For today's competition, you must give me and Ding Xiu an explanation, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Wu Wangting clasped his hands behind his back and said: "Don't worry, the explanation will definitely be given. The major martial arts schools involved in the attack today will publish an apology. In addition, Ding Xiu does not have to admit his mistake to Wing Chun, nor does he have to pay for medical expenses. The matter has changed. Coach Wu, what do you think?

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Hearing this, all major martial arts schools looked at each other.

Although the people lying wailing were not dead, some had broken bones, arms and legs, and they would probably have to lie down for two or three months after they returned.

What the hell is this when one of your own is beaten and then apologizes in the newspaper?

With so many people in love and such a big battle, Ding Xiu was successful.

When the newspaper comes out tomorrow, you don't have to read it to know the reaction of the media and netizens. Their eight major martial arts schools and the entire Hong Kong Island martial arts community have become Ding Xiu's stepping stone and helped him become famous.

After this war, the name Ding Xiu will be well-known in the domestic martial arts community.

Although everyone was reluctant, Mr. Wu Wangting spoke, even if they didn't want to. This old man was not only senior, he was also a consultant to the Hong Kong Martial Arts Federation, and his words were accurate.

Hong Kong Island has a strong martial arts atmosphere. If the martial arts community here is compared to a martial arts world, then Wu Wangting is the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world.

Who dares not to give him face?

"Mr. Wu is still sensible." Wu Bing bowed his hand to Wu Wangting and agreed on his behalf before Ding Xiu could say anything: "Then let this matter be as it is. We don't want to cause incompatibility."

"It's easy to talk about."

Wu Bing was unwilling to pursue the matter, so Wu Wangting smiled and his tone was much gentler.

If you really think about it, the martial arts community in Hong Kong is actually unruly. To put it nicely, it means you can’t afford to lose, and to put it worst, it’s a shameless act.

Just like Wu Bing said, facing the siege of dozens of people, Ding Xiu was just defending himself. If he didn't fight back in this situation, he would be the one who would lie down.

If we go through the judicial process, none of the people who took action today will be able to escape, and those who lie down will be beaten in vain and will have to pay compensation.

If everyone can talk things over in a harmonious manner and reduce major issues to minor issues, this is the best result.

With his hands behind his back, Wu Wangting looked at Ding Xiu at this time and said: "My little friend has good kung fu, which is very rare. He has the demeanor of a master. When I was your age, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to withstand a few punches from you."

The demeanor of a master. Everyone was shocked when they heard this comment.

People who practice martial arts can brag about all kinds of things. Some say they are boxing champions, some are called leg kings, sword kings, and there are all kinds of fancy nicknames.

But there is no one who dares to call himself a master.
To be continued...