From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Matt Damon seemed exceptionally eager, without any airs of a Hollywood superstar, ready and willing to try the horse stance.

His attitude was commendable.

But those thin arms and legs…

It wasn't that he was scrawny; Matt also worked out, and his muscle definition was quite good. But it was obvious at a glance that it was all for show—

Muscles for display.

Holding a horse stance would probably be difficult.

Nick wasn't surprised either, turning to look at the skinny bamboo pole, “Excuse me, if we're going to challenge, who will he be facing?”

If he were to face a disciple from the martial arts gym… then he might as well accept the possibility of losing the duel, and let Matt witness some real martial arts to broaden his horizons.

To Westerners, Chinese Kung Fu is mysterious and profound, involving flying and escaping, being all-powerful, with a magical index comparable to the world of magic.

Honestly, Nick was a little eager to try it himself, temporarily forgetting that Matt, not himself, was responsible for the challenge.

Zhang Sheng's smile stiffened slightly at the corner of his mouth, almost collapsing.

Casting a sidelong glance towards the storage room, he saw that Wu Xi had long since disappeared. Zhang Sheng took a deep breath, resignedly withdrew his gaze, paused, revealed his teeth, and squeezed out a smile.

“Then it'll be him.”

Eyes followed Zhang Sheng's finger.

Anson looked completely innocent.

“Ha, you!” Matt laughed directly, his expression completely relaxed. “If it's you, I think I can, I should be able to pass the test.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Matt realized that his words might be ambiguous.

He waved his hands repeatedly to explain, “Sorry, I didn't mean to look down on you. I just think that you're an amateur, and I'm an amateur too. At least I won't be pinned to the ground and thoroughly thrashed.”

Haha.

After speaking, Matt laughed heartily.

Anson smiled. “It's okay, I didn't feel offended.”

If Matt looked down on him, or even despised him, that would be even better. That way, the face-slapping would be even more satisfying. How could Anson possibly mind?

Chen Sheng's gaze flickered between Matt and Anson, a little excited. Anyway, that kid Wu Xi must already be having fun. He couldn't leave for a short time, so why not watch the good show in front of him?

A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.

Chen Sheng, with a serious and solemn expression, cleared his throat, continued to maintain his poker face, and said loudly, “This is an amateur enthusiast. Although he's been here for some time, he's been practicing the basics. Hitting the wooden dummy is a recent thing, about the same level as you.”

Rhetoric, it was all rhetoric. Everything was vague vocabulary, hiding the fact that Anson had been here for more than two months.

Chen Sheng suppressed a smile.

“You can practice push hands. As long as you can push him down twice, you'll pass…

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Sheng's trap had already worked. Matt said eagerly, “Then I can study here at that time?”

Chen Sheng paused for a moment, “…At that time, we'll know your level.”

Matt heard the implication—

Don't underestimate Matt; after all, he also went to Harvard University, even if he didn't graduate.

But Matt didn't mind. He heard the reservation in the other person's words, turned his head, and said, “You don't believe I can push him down twice, do you? It doesn't matter, I'll do it, and then I'll see the master.”

He grinned.

Matt looked at Anson again, deliberately saying loudly in an exaggerated tone.

“You, come out!”

Anson had a helpless expression on his face, dragging his heavy steps to the center of the field, standing face to face with Matt, looking lazy all over.

Vaguely, Nick felt a little uneasy—

Because Anson was too relaxed.

But, what's wrong with being relaxed? This was just a friendly exchange anyway.

Nick couldn't explain it, so he could only attribute it to intuition. He hesitated for a moment and reminded Matt, “Matt, be careful, pay attention to your core strength.”

Matt didn't speak, just smiled, standing opposite Anson.

Matt knew that his big-screen image had always been that of a scholar. The general public had already formed a stereotype, and even seeing his muscle definition would surprise them, completely unaware that he had been working out all along.

So, Anson must also be looking at him that way.

But if that were the case, Anson was going to stumble.

Matt was a little excited. Today he could test the results of his fitness and boxing practice during this time. Sorry, young Anson.

Even though he only knew a smattering of Kung Fu, Matt thought it would be no problem to deal with Anson.

The Anson in front of him was thin and tall, with a cold and handsome appearance. Even though his forehead was still covered with sweat from just running, he couldn't hide his slender figure. Even though he was a whole head taller than Matt, his weight seemed to be about the same. Matt believed that his victory would be very simple.

A smile crept onto his lips.

Matt looked at Anson, “Push hands, how do you play it?”

Anson thought for a moment, “Have you seen the movie ‘Pushing Hands’?”

Matt recalled for a moment, “Ang Lee's one?”

Anson nodded in affirmation, “Yes, it's the same as the Tai Chi push hands in it.”

“Our push hands are simpler. The left hand is behind the back, only the right hand is used, basically using the palm, wrist, and forearm areas to push and wrap around.”

“I push you, you push me.”

“In principle, try to keep it in the arm area as much as possible, but pressing the arm and pushing it towards the body is also allowed. In the process of pushing hands, we form a balance and then look for opportunities to exert force and push down the opponent.”

While explaining, he demonstrated.

Push hands itself is not difficult, and Matt understood the rules at once.

But, for Matt, this was very new, completely in the style of Kung Fu, which made Matt a little excited. “So it depends on who can push down who?”

Anson nodded.

Matt, “I'm ready, let's start now.”

Anson was very surprised. He was still guiding Matt and showing the movements of borrowing strength, but obviously, Matt couldn't wait any longer.

Anson looked at Nick, “Are you sure?”

Nick couldn't see anything special either, but he still reminded Matt, “Core strength, pay attention to your waist and abdomen.”

Matt didn't joke anymore, put away his smile, watched Anson's movements, and imitated a dashing starting stance of Wong Fei-hung.

Right hands, together.

Chen Sheng watched this scene with great interest, but unfortunately, he didn't have any melon seeds in his hand.

“Start!”

With a command, Matt struck first, pushing Anson's arm with his right hand, and leaning all the strength of his body forward without reservation, trying to break the balance of the confrontation by using the advantage of absolute strength.

However!

Matt never expected that when the force was pushed forward, Anson's center of gravity shifted to the right, and his right hand turned around to grab Matt's wrist, and continued to pull forward in the direction of Matt's force.

The superposition of force and force.

There was no collision, but it fell on Matt, and his center of gravity was instantly pried, and he staggered forward, flying up.

Like a fallen leaf.

What's going on?

Eh, what… what's going on?

Third chapter.