I practiced in the United States

Leon returned to his room with a happy face. It was not known whether he was happy because he no longer had to envy the black guy or because he was happy for the two new friends he had just made.

But as soon as he came back, Katina's eyes kept glancing at him.

"I'm hungry."

"Well, I sweated a lot in the gym. Let me take a shower first."

The next day, the slapping competition finally entered the second half.

Because it was the final, the audience today was more than doubled than yesterday.

The atmosphere in the venue was particularly warm. Even if the game had not started, the emotions would involuntarily become excited with all kinds of shouts and screams.

"Today, we gather here to decide the bravest person. Let's cheer for every player who has the courage to participate in the competition!"

Today, Dana White finally attended the competition. He was dressed in a suit. Even though he was bald, he naturally exuded a manly charm.

It is no exaggeration to say that his fans are even more than those of the players present.

Next, the contestants entered the venue. What surprised Li Ang was that even when a nobody like him entered the venue, there were audiences shouting his name.

Looking in the direction of the voice, who else could this be but Xiao Hei from yesterday?

Oh, no, there are two young women.

These three were conquered by his body, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with saying that they were his fans.

Li Ang's style of ending the fight with a slap has attracted the attention of many contestants.

But what they are more looking forward to is whether Li Ang can resist?

Several contestants in the same group have recognized his offensive power, but they all feel that as long as they attack first, they still have a certain chance.

Not only them, but also countless netizens in China are looking forward to what will happen if Li Ang plays second.

They have seen the lethality of Tongbeiquan. Even contestants who look stronger than Li Ang can still be knocked unconscious by Li Ang with a slap.

Although this skill is likely to have no effect in daily life.

After all, in reality, everyone is more restrained than the other, and few dare to fight. However, this kind of repression makes them like to watch such violent matches on the Internet.

With the help of Li Ang's match video, [Ge Wuyuan] has gained several thousand fans.

Many black fans who have always questioned him have disappeared now.

After all, Li Ang has completely vindicated Tongbeiquan, which is a real fighting skill in the competition.

And [Ge Wuyuan]'s level, in their opinion, will only be higher than Li Ang.

After all, everyone's impression of the realm of traditional martial arts is that the older you are and the longer you practice, the more powerful you are.

In normal times, if you only talk about realm, regardless of strength, this sentence is actually not a big problem.

But in fact, Ge Wuyuan looked at the fans' increasingly exaggerated praise for him and the rapidly increasing number of fans. Not only did he not feel the joy of a good harvest, but he began to sweat.

Because he has practiced Tongbeiquan for so many years, he has already seen that Li Ang's realm in Tongbeiquan has definitely surpassed him by a large stage.

So Li Ang is fierce, but it doesn't mean he can be this fierce.

Because of these new videos released by Li Ang, he even took out the surveillance video of Li Ang knocking Xiao Hei and studied it repeatedly until now.

He can only draw one conclusion, that is, Li Ang must have been more casual in the past, which is equivalent to hiding his own realm in disguise, otherwise there is no way to explain Li Ang's sudden leap in skill.

But even so, Li Ang's age is here after all, no matter how you look at it, he can't be older than his apprentice.

This made him doubt his efforts in martial arts in the past 10 to 20 years.

Looking at his apprentice who was laughing foolishly at the increase in the number of views of his video, Ge Wuyuan finally understood that sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing, or it may just add trouble.

"Go get an overseas account and give Master Li Ang some gifts."

"Ah? Is this necessary, Master?"

"Just be content. Fortunately, he still appreciates your gift and can see your private message. I guess it won't be long before you can talk to him again."

Ge Wuyuan was a little emotional. He was determined to seize this last opportunity and try his best to get along well with Li Ang.

After sorting out his thoughts, he also figured it out. Instead of questioning and envying others, it is better to see if he can learn something from him.

If he was not constrained by the busy office here, he really wanted to fly to the United States to find Li Ang to teach him.

The master with profound skills is naturally worthy of admiration, but the young man with profound skills can definitely bring him something new beyond the norm.

In the spotlight, Li Ang finally took the stage.

"He showed up, the only Asian on the field."

"Is this player particularly lucky? How did he get to where he is now with this body shape?"

"If you say he is lucky, there is indeed nothing wrong. After all, he has been the first player in the three games, but if you say he relies entirely on luck, that's bullshit. There are many players who have been the first player, but he is the only one who is knocked out in one round every time."

"The second player, the second player, must be the second player!"

"I don't believe it. With his body shape, can he withstand such a heavy slap from others?"

Amid the discussion of the crowd, Li Ang stood on the ring.

His opponent this time had the same record as him, winning all three previous matches.

But unlike him, he was originally a seeded player in this kilogram class. He was the runner-up in the middleweight class in the last competition. This time he reduced his weight to the welterweight class. It was obvious that he was going to make a bid for the championship.

The coins were flying in the air, and finally the referee read out the order of attack: Li Ang, backhand.

Many people who were curious blew whistles at this time.

"Let's see your strength, brother from the East!"

Li Ang looked at his opponent quietly. On the surface, he looked calm, but in fact, Li Ang was still a little nervous. After all, he had never been attacked by others, and he had no idea how much damage a slap could cause him.

The opponent on the other side was naturally an old hand. Even though the 30-second countdown had begun, he still had no intention of attacking.

Instead, he kept gesturing, accumulating strength, and gesturing again in front of Li Ang's eyes.

"I'm going to make a move. If you're scared, you can close your eyes. Haha."

Originally, he was a little scared of this newcomer, but when he knew he had the first move, all the psychological pressure was relieved.

At this time, he was able to show his full strength by maintaining this relaxed state.