Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 53 - Fan Meetup
Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Fan Meetup
Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Fan Meetup
If Jamie had to describe this sensation, he would rather believe he’d been hit by a car whose driver had polished off two bottles of brandy and then sped off, high and fast.
As his body was still hurtling through the air, his mind flashed through the brief yet arising life he’d lived. He deeply regretted that he hadn’t told his mother he loved her when he left the house that morning.
“Bang!”
The young man with the buzzcut had just been sent flying, hitting the corner post of the ring directly under Li Ang’s expertly executed and unusually fierce Iron Mountain Lean.
The essence of this move was not just in the ferocity of the bodily collision but also in the need for swift, unhesitating action, allowing the quickest speed to prevent the opponent’s response from catching up.
And during this process, it’s essential to disrupt the opponent’s balance. Only by doing all this well could one achieve the effect of overpowering the opponent with a single blow.
“That move of yours reminds me of someone.”
Blant didn’t have time to be surprised by Jamie’s ‘takeoff’ as he was even more astonished by the technique Li Ang had just used.
Li Ang seemed to detect something and asked curiously,
“What? Are you also from IKUN?”
Blant: ?
“I mean, was that a move from Tongbei Quan in Chinese Kung Fu that you just used?”
He had been studying boxing for five or six years. His initial enlightenment did not come from various boxing competitions but rather from Kung Fu movies and action films from China.
Only as he grew older and learned more information did he realize that Chinese Kung Fu wasn’t quite like he had imagined.
This style of fighting seemed only to exist on the silver screen; in reality, he couldn’t find any robust evidence of the practical application of Chinese Kung Fu.
Based on this, he gradually abandoned his pursuit of Kung Fu and turned to learn boxing instead.
Even during his boxing training, he whimsically visited several martial arts schools to challenge their instructors.
The outcomes, needless to say, were predictable. Those instructors and masters, boasting decades of experience, couldn’t even last three minutes in the ring.
Since then, he had completely lost faith in Chinese Kung Fu.
However, because he had this groundwork, he had a certain understanding of some of the less obscure styles of Kung Fu.
This was also why he could immediately recognize the technique Li Ang used.
Li Ang nodded, not expecting this foreigner to be quite so knowledgeable.
At this point, Blant, as if he’d discovered a new world, hastily took out his phone, apparently searching for something.
Then he looked at his phone while sizing up Li Ang from head to toe.
“It’s you, it must be you.”
Then he glanced at Tyler, who was below the ring, becoming even more certain of his thought.
A couple of days ago, Blant had stumbled across a local video of an Asian man who single-handedly dealt with two intruders in his yard.
At first, he had thought it was staged, but later, through his connections, he found out that the incident was real.
Moreover, his friend at the hospital told him the outcome: one of the intruders died after treatment failed, and the other was seriously injured and disabled.
Coupled with the video he saw, he even asked his coach and other brothers at the boxing club whether they had the confidence to defeat the two. While they might have had the confidence to win, none dared assure such horrid injuries could be inflicted in such a short time.
The video meant more to Blant than just discovering a master; it reignited the nearly extinguished flame in his heart.
Just by that surveillance video alone, it was hard to discern the main character’s appearance clearly.
However, the uploader of that video posted another video yesterday.
The video content was a spar between the individual in question and the uploader’s brother.
This time it was a fixed shot, and it’s said that she got the consent of the individual, and there will be more recordings of his daily life to follow.
It was through this video that Blant recognized some physical features of Li Ang and Tyler from the side.
Li Ang, watching the video on Blant’s phone, nodded to himself with delight, noting how clear the footage was. Even without a full frontal shot, it would be easy to tell when compared to the real people.
Alas, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to keep a low profile, he just had no choice.
Tyler also felt somewhat surprised, wondering when his sister’s videos had become so popular.
Was it just a coincidence that several people they ran into had seen this video?
Honestly, Blant was feeling a little conflicted at this moment.
There was the thrill of meeting the real people, but also a sense of worry.
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He really wanted to challenge Li Ang right there, but he didn’t dare to.
He feared that Li Ang wouldn’t be as strong as he imagined and that he would end up losing to him.
After much hesitation, Blant didn’t challenge Li Ang, but instead quietly set Catina’s account to special following on YouTube.
“Hello? Can someone please come see me? I think my ribs might be broken, hello?”
Jamie lay on the ground, watching as they all gathered to watch the video on the phone, with no one noticing him struggling on the floor unable to get up.
Jamie felt cold, not from the floor, but in his heart.
The other two had wanted to ask Blant to stand up for them, but now it seemed impossible.
After escorting Li Ang and the others away, Blant came back to see the three in various states of misery and shook his head in disappointment.
Then, as if he had thought of something, he asked:
“Do you guys have any grievances with Li Ang and his friends?”
It wasn’t until after they had finished stammering out their story that Blant spoke:
“You should feel fortunate; the beating you got today was well deserved.”
“I’ve always advised you not to make fun of those weaker than yourselves for no reason. Doing so only makes you weaker.”
“And remember, don’t mess with Chinese Americans; they are the most fearsome group.”
Listening to Blant’s advice, the three of them were baffled, as they had always seen Chinese Americans as an easy target—physically weak and meek by nature.
Blant continued:
“Many Chinese Americans don’t retaliate when bullied because they carry a lot on their shoulders; it could be about academics, relationships, or family.”
“But if the pressure they face exceeds their limit, then you will know what despair is.”
“For instance, do you think the Kung Fu skills of Li Ang were developed in just a few days? The time it takes to see the effects of Chinese Kung Fu is much longer than the boxing you learn.”
As Blant spoke, he took out his phone and showed them the video of Li Ang.
Struggling to move his body, Jamie watched the painful state of the black man in the video and decided it was better to just stay lying down.
“So what should we do now?”
They were genuinely scared now.
