Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Seven No Masters in Ling'an?
Sun Yun Guoshu Museum is located in the urban area of Ling'an. Zhao Ruyi drove there. If he was fast, it would not even take ten minutes.
Soon, he arrived at the entrance of Sun Yun Guoshu Museum, ran along the door, and saw many people gathered around the hall on the first floor.
A young man wearing traditional Japanese clothes stood with his hands behind his back, and there were seven or eight fierce-looking Japanese beside him.
Standing opposite them were a group of martial arts masters, some of whom had facial injuries and looked a little embarrassed.
Sun Yun, the director of the Guoshu Hall, was also with them. Because he was short and wore gray clothes, he was not very conspicuous among these mighty martial artists.
Shi Xuewei, who was wearing a white martial arts training uniform, was also among the group. She was glaring angrily and seemed ready to go up to fight, but the corner of her clothes was grabbed by Sun Yun.
"You Chinese martial arts claim to have thousands of years of culture, but do you only have this little ability?" A young man standing among a group of Japanese people crossed his hands and said arrogantly and provocatively.
Most of the crowds surrounding several floors were local citizens of Ling'an, and most of them came with their children to practice martial arts and keep fit.
Nowadays, there is a trend of children's fitness in the city. Some people practice Taekwondo and some practice fencing. With the establishment of Sun Yun Martial Arts Center, many children also come here to practice martial arts on weekends.
Shi Xuewei is a part-time martial artist who takes time to come here on weekends to help teach children how to practice boxing, and she happened to be here this weekend.
When she saw Zhao Ruyi appear, her eyes moved slightly, but she did not go over to talk to Zhao Ruyi.
"Brother Zhao! Brother Zhao!"
Bai Ye in the crowd saw Zhao Ruyi and waved high.
He was wearing camouflage sportswear and had no one accompanying him. He apparently ran away from the school alone.
"If there is no one here who can defeat our Japanese warriors, I think this martial arts gym should be closed!" The Japanese young man holding his hands raised his head and shouted in fluent Chinese provocation.
Many people in the crowd looked indignant, but no one could step up to accept the challenge.
They are all parents who come to pick up their children at noon. Even if there are a few martial arts enthusiasts among them, they are just showing off their skills. Even the authentic martial arts masters in the martial arts hall have been defeated. Can they still go up and get beaten?
Moreover, the vast majority of parents only let their children come to practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies, not with the intention of fighting against others. At this time, they were helpless in the face of the provocation of the Japanese.
There are also some Taekwondo gyms, archery halls and other sports venues in Ling'an. They each make money and develop independently, and they have lived in peace for so many years. Why are these Japanese people so vicious?
"Brother Zhao, go up and fight them!" Bai Ye encouraged him when he saw Zhao Ruyi walking towards him.
"Why don't you go up?" Zhao Ruyi asked him.
"I sneaked out of school just to have a sparring match with you. If I start a fight here and spread it to my grandfather, it will be difficult for me to come out in the future..." Bai Ye lowered his voice and said awkwardly.
With his character, he wanted to be a hero, but if his grandfather knew that he not only ran away from school but was also randomly provoked by the Japanese, and jumped out to fight with others, he would definitely be punished.
The so-called general's demeanor does not mean that he will jump out and fight with others after a few insults. If he is so impetuous, how will he lead an army in the future to fight?
Therefore, Bai Ye has been trying to "calm down"... but the other party is really arrogant, and he really can't calm down. So he called Zhao Ruyi and wanted Zhao Ruyi to come over and fight with them.
Even if he wins a battle, he can save some face. He believes that with Zhao Ruyi's strength, he should be able to win a battle.
The first place in the Sanda event of the Grand Military Region Competition. If he can't defeat even one Japanese, then that's too much of a parallel import.
Zhao Ruyi observed the situation and asked Bai Ye, "Is the one in the middle Shiro Mizui?"
"Yes, he is the president of the Royal Speed Karate Association. He is here to compete and compete. To put it bluntly, he is here to compete in the gym." Bai Ye said.
He then said angrily, "But Sun Yun's martial arts academy is really useless. With such a great reputation, not even one person can win."
Zhao Ruyi smiled bitterly.
In the past, he was not familiar with the in-depth background of Sun Yun's martial arts hall, but now he knows that these martial arts halls are the contact centers of Shuchuan Tang Sect in various places.
Southern Jiangsu and Northern Jiangsu are both very fertile coastal provinces, and in the martial arts world, Southern Jiangsu and Northern Jiangsu are two big territories for Xingyi Quan and Baguazhang respectively. Therefore, Sun Yun Guoshu Museums are blooming all over the country.
It has even developed abroad, but there are not many experts deployed in southern Jiangsu and northern Jiangsu, or even very few.
This is also because of the division of power in the traditional martial arts world. Sun Yun's martial arts hall was built in Ling'an and Qianhang, but it cannot affect the inheritance of Xingyiquan and Baguazhang in southern and northern Jiangsu.
If the Sun Yun Guoshu Gym in Ling'an has many masters, it will inevitably arouse the suspicion of the Xingyi Quan seniors in southern Jiangsu Province. If it develops into a martial arts dispute, it will be very bad.
On Qian Hang's side, Shi Xuewei's mother, Tang Ling, was in charge, and she had a good relationship with Dong Mingguang, the master of Bagua Zhang. When Qian Hang's Sun Yun Martial Arts Hall encountered someone who was kicking the gym, Tang Ling could immediately bring the masters there to help.
In Ling'an, the great master of Xingyiquan has truly retired and is not even in southern Jiangsu. The various spreading schools are extremely complex, so Sun Yun Guoshu Academy in Ling'an tries to avoid disputes with local schools and does not insert experts.
Sun Yun is in charge here.
Therefore, when the Japanese came to provoke them, they really couldn't find any first-class masters. They were all average martial arts masters and could barely cope with them.
And if Zhao Ruyi had not been in contact with Tang Ling, he would definitely have the same idea as Bai Ye. He could never see the underlying reason, and felt that the grand Sun Yun Guoshu Museum was almost smashed every time, and its level was too high.
Rotten.
"Hmph, are you really unable to find even one person? If no one can win, otherwise, smash the plaque at the door, otherwise, you will lose 3 million to us!"
The Japanese young man said arrogantly when he saw a group of martial arts masters on the opposite side who were eager to try but were stopped by an old man.
Everyone could tell that this was not a competition, this was blackmail!
"Haha, 3 million is a bit small. Why should the dignified president of the Karate Association want to export 30 million!" Zhao Ruyi suddenly stood up and said.
Shi Xuewei bit her red lips and shook her head helplessly. She knew that this guy Zhao Ruyi would definitely want to be in the limelight.
But this guy likes to fight, so let him have a fight with the Japanese to rub off the opponent's spirit.
"30 million!" Mizui Shiro looked at Zhao Ruyi unexpectedly. It seemed that he didn't expect anyone to dare to answer. He stared at Zhao Ruyi, "Do you dare to bet 30 million?"
"If you lose, give me 30 million yuan. Note, it's yuan, not yen!" Zhao Ruyi said.
His slightly ridiculing words suddenly relaxed the tense atmosphere, and many people laughed. Yuan and yen may seem to be one word different, but they are actually very different... Japanese yen is not valuable at all!
Sure enough, Mizui Shiro's expression changed quickly. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Ruyi, "If you lose, do you dare to give me 30 million yuan?"
"You are still afraid that I will give you 30 million yen. If I lose, I will give you the Sun Yun Martial Arts Academy for three years!" Zhao Ruyi said decisively.
Shi Xuewei opened her eyes and thought to herself, "You are just selling me out, don't you feel sorry for me? This martial arts hall is not yours, so you just give in?"
This is what Mizui Shiro suspected. He asked, "Can the conditions you mentioned work?"
“Thank you!”
Sun Yun, who had been silent until now, stood up.
He saw it from the moment Zhao Ruyi appeared.
The first time he paid attention to Zhao Ruyi was when he saw the video of the fight between Zhao Ruyi and Chen Baolin. He later paid attention to Zhao Ruyi because the relationship between Zhao Ruyi and Shi Xuewei developed very well.
He had heard about Zhao Ruyi's visit to Northern Jiangsu Province from his adopted sister Tang Ling, so he was particularly interested in Zhao Ruyi. Tang Ling also specially told him that Zhao Ruyi was a good seedling and if there was a chance,
, take more care of it.
Tang Ling was Shi Xuewei's daughter. Over the years, Zhao Ruyi was the only one Tang Ling could admire so much after seeing her once.
Zhao Ruyi was not a disciple of the Tang family, but he was a student of Xingyi Quan. From what Tang Ling said, he should have studied under a famous master, so Sun Yun couldn't give him casual advice on kung fu matters for fear of breaking a taboo - Tang Ling was
With her straightforward personality and her relationship with Shi Xuewei, she had less taboos when talking about martial arts to Zhao Ruyi.
At this time, Zhao Ruyi suddenly appeared and proposed to fight these Japanese. Although Sun Yun did not know what Zhao Ruyi was planning, he was willing to support Zhao Ruyi.
But when Sun Yun said these two words, the martial arts masters in the martial arts hall were all shocked.
Giving up the Guoshu Hall for three years is equivalent to selling the Guoshu Hall for free. If they still don't pay it back after three years, that's another matter!
"I am the curator here, I can sign and certify it!" Sun Yun continued.
"We have won four games in a row. You want to bet 30 million yuan just to win one game. How can it be so easy?" Mizui Shiro looked at Zhao Ruyi, then at Sun Yun, and said.
Oh oh...
The crowd of onlookers, following the leader Bai Ye, made a burst of cheers.
The fight was very fierce in the front. When encountering big bets, these Japanese will retreat. If you have the ability, keep fighting!
"Then what do you want to do?" Zhao Ruyi asked him.
Mizui Shiro thought for a while, "The longest competition we have in Japan is to win five out of nine rounds. We have won four games. If you can win five games, do as you say!"
call out……
The crowd of onlookers booed.
The condition put forward by Mizui Shiro is that Zhao Ruyi must win five games in a row. As long as they lose one game, the Sun Yun Martial Arts Academy will be given to them. How can such a good thing happen?
Just because of this, Mizui Shiro was not at ease, and added, "We warriors are all under 30 years old. If you want to fight with us, the helpers you can find cannot be over 30 years old."
Despicable! Shameless!
Some knowledgeable people began to curse.
Chinese martial arts is different from Western boxing and Eastern boxing. The older you are, the more refined you will be. Maybe you will lose your physical strength when you are too old, but generally a boxer is most powerful when he is in his forties or fifties!
If you are less than 30 years old and are still just scratching the surface of the basics of Chinese martial arts training, how can you find any real masters!
"Winning five games in a row and still under 30 years old..." Zhao Ruyi shook his head, "This won't work, it won't work!"
"Oh? Don't you dare now?"
Mizui Shiro saw Zhao Ruyi shaking his head repeatedly, raised the corners of his mouth proudly, and his eyes shone brightly.
He felt that there was some fraud in this. This young man might be very good at fighting, but he wanted to use one game to make a complete comeback. Haha, he was really thinking too lightly!
"Alas..." Zhao Ruyi clenched her fists, glared at Mizui Shiro, and let out a long sigh.
"You came up with the conditions. I can offer you 30 million. Do you dare to pledge the martial arts gym?" Mizui Shiro shouted.
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