Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 17 You're going to switch to boxing again?

"Hong Jie?"

Ji Wenjin narrowed his eyes and circled around Hong Jie.

His body was as sturdy as a javelin, and his arrogance was overwhelming!

Bright, sparkling eyes, prominent temples!

She's still sharp-minded and keeps breaking her own rhetoric and routines. Isn't that a gift from heaven?

"What, you don't dare to hit me!" Hong Jie got goosebumps all over from his nauseating gaze.

"No fighting!"

"I've made up my mind, I'll take you as my apprentice for free!" Ji Wenjin reached out and pinched Hong Jie's waist and shoulders, becoming increasingly fond of him.

"Are you worthy to take me as your disciple?"

Hong Jie had never seen such a disgusting and shameless person.

"match!"

"Isn't your live streaming and competition just for traffic, to monetize and make money?"

"And I am the secret to popularity in the traditional martial arts world!"

"If you become my disciple, I can introduce you to Dana White and get you directly into international competitions."

"Then you'll become famous throughout the world!"

Why worry about fame and fortune?

Ji Wenjin spread his hands wide, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.

"You think you know the data usage password?"

"I bet all your martial arts school can do is make a living by filming videos of cupping therapy and spanking women."

"Master Ji, your leg... is broken!"

Hong Jie pointed to his leg and sneered.

"It's really useless!"

Ji Wenjin propped his leg up on the railing and patted it hard: "Isn't this what I've been waiting for you to come and get me?"

"No problem!"

"How do I answer?"

"Fight me fair and square, and it'll connect!"

"No data! No point!"

"It generates traffic and has meaning!"

The two exchanged sharp words.

"Where is the traffic, and what is its significance?" Ji Wen asked with a smile as he leaned closer.

"One day, I will stand at the top of international violent competitions and become the glory of Chinese martial arts."

"And you, Goddess of Power, Fumikin, are a man I once defeated!"

"That's all you're talking about."

"Your data usage."

"Think about it, you'll one day be on par with Usyk, Mayweather, Joshua, and others like them. They'll all be stepping stones for me. Isn't that meaningful enough?"

Hong Jie stared straight into his eyes.

"Damn it, this kid is too arrogant, Master, I want to beat him up!" Lei Dagang shouted.

Ji Wenjin turned his back and raised his hand to signal him to shut up.

His eyes never left Hong Jie, and he said with a friendly smile, "You're just going to take my leg like that?"

"Should I answer or not?" Hong Jie asked.

"catch!"

"However, the rules of the martial arts school must be followed. Today I am competing with Brother Huang of Bajiquan. What does your Hong family of Iron Sand Palm have to do with me?" Ji Wenjin said.

"Brother Huang, shouldn't you say something?" He looked at the honest man.

"I..." Huang Tian didn't know how to answer.

As the saying goes, "Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me."

"Those who are accomplished are teachers, and those who are virtuous are elder brothers."

"I am willing to take Huang Tiandu as my elder brother, how can that not be enough?" Hong Jie said.

"That's right!"

"I acknowledge Brother Hong Jie and am willing to pass on Bajiquan!" Huang Tiandu declared loudly.

"Are there still any problems?" Hong Jie asked.

"good!"

"But do you have the strength to fight my Divine Power Fist?"

"You'd better think this through."

"Don't refuse a polite toast only to suffer the consequences!"

Ji Wenjin pointed to his temple and said coldly.

"Enough talk, start slapping!" Hong Jie said.

"hehe!"

"You wish!"

"What fame do I have? What fame do you have? Do you think you, a junior, are worthy to slap my face? Wouldn't that just be letting you ride on my coattails?"

"Weren't we supposed to be exchanging ideas and learning from each other?"

"Let's fight."

Ji Wenjin chuckled dryly, his refusal sounding perfectly justified.

He had reviewed Zhu Yong's medical records.

The flesh on his face wasn't smashed, but rather softened and scattered.

Iron Palm is not good at hand-to-hand combat, but it has a huge advantage in slapping.

He's despicable; he went and slapped Hong Jie.

"Alright, let's fight!" Hong Jie had already anticipated his trick.

In the past, he really wouldn't have dared to challenge them.

But now that I have the Cannon Fist, I'll fight if I want, who's afraid of who?

He stepped onto the ring.

Ji Wenjin beckoned: "Kong Shan, bring the things up!"

"Yes, Master!"

Kong Shan took out two pairs of boxing gloves and handed them over.

"Master Ji, isn't this supposed to be a martial arts sparring session? Why are you using boxing gloves?" Huang Tian asked, frowning.

"You wouldn't know that, would you?"

"I have combined the Divine Power Fist with Sanda and boxing to create a modified version of the Ji Family Divine Power Fist specifically for combat!"

"Boxing is martial arts, and martial arts strike boxing."

Ji Wenjin stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in a way that was utterly airtight.

As he spoke, he reached for one of the boxing gloves.

Hong Jie snatched it first: "The host follows the guest's choice, I'll choose first."

Ji Wenjin cursed the damned guy under his breath.

These two pairs of boxing gloves, one with iron rings inside, and the other with cotton that is half the thickness of a normal boxing glove.

The former can easily break through a person's brow bone, leaving the skin torn and bleeding.

The latter, no matter how strong, must use a softer punch.

I didn't expect Hong Jie to be so shrewd, seeing through my trick.

"etc!"

"Kong Shan, why did you bring up a used one?"

"Go and fetch two new pairs."

Ji Wenjin gave the order with a stern face.

"Yes, Master." Just as Kong Shan was about to leave, Hong Jie called out to him:

"No need, I'm comfortable with the old ones, I'll just use these."

Ji Wenjin said with a forced smile, "Brother, martial arts practitioners value fairness and impartiality. If you lose and blame it on the gloves, I won't be able to convince the others."

"Let's use the new one."

After saying that, without waiting for Hong Jie's objection, he picked up the boxing gloves and handed them to Kong Shan to take away.

Damn it!

Hong Jie has learned a lot this time; he can use martial ethics and fairness so skillfully.

Kong Shan immediately brought back two new pairs of boxing gloves.

Zhou Baidao and Wang Xiaoxian didn't dare to be negligent. They carefully checked the gloves and made sure there was nothing wrong with them before nodding to Hong Jie.

"bring it on!"

Ji Wenjin calmly put on his boxing gloves, stepped onto the ring, and made two feints in mid-air.

He has practiced martial arts since childhood.

Having seen countless Southern and Northern styles of boxing in Beijing, I found that none of them could actually fight me in the ring.

Ji Wenjin attended a sports school when he was young and trained in Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) and boxing.

He also trained in leg techniques under Liu Hailong, the King of Sanda, and deeply mastered the true essence of Liu's leg splitting technique. He then combined this with boxing and Shenliquan, giving him a set of excellent combat skills.

Otherwise, how could he have been able to hold onto Beijing for so many years?

If you didn't have some skill, your martial arts school would have been demolished long ago, right?

Will Lei Dagang and Kong Shan be able to follow him indefinitely?

Hong Jie fastened his boxing gloves, and Huang Tian, ​​who was standing nearby, pulled him back:

"Brother Hong, I just heard him say that you practice Iron Palm?"

"His palm technique is not good at attacking strong points."

"Maybe I should just admit defeat. I can afford to lose."

"Brother Huang, who said I can only practice Iron Palm!" Hong Jie winked and smiled, just in time to test the practical effect of Cannon Fist.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this match will be played in three rounds."

"In the absence of either side resigning or being knocked out, the winner will be determined by the referee's score after three rounds."

"Including but not limited to the impact of attacks, points, etc."

Fang Hong swayed her shapely hips as she walked onto the stage and read out the rules.

"Dong Fei!" she called out to one of her disciples with a smile.

The man named Dong Fei stepped onto the ring, showing off his badge hanging around his neck: "I am a nationally certified Level 1 Sanda referee. I will be in charge of officiating this match. Are you two okay with that?"

"I have faith in the country," Ji Wenjin said with a smile.

"Whatever makes you happy!" Hong Jie shrugged, since he had no choice anyway.

As a master of Ying Xue (the study of winning the war), Ji Wenjin's move to provide a safety net was within his expectations.

Either lose.

Either knock out that old thief!

Of course, winning or losing doesn't matter.

Anyway, since we lost, Huang Tiandu was the one apologizing, and the reputation of Bajiquan was damaged. What does it have to do with Hong Jie and Iron Palm?

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