I practiced in the United States

"What's the situation? Is Li Ang already a member of another provincial team? Or is he already a member of the national team?"

The leader in charge of sports frowned, raised his head and asked.

Apart from these, he really couldn't think of any other reasons.

"No, but he does have many identities. Not to mention this year's Tour de France champion, UFC professional player, and a global slap contest champion. The most important thing is that he is an American national. "

Just when everyone was marveling at Li Ang's previous achievements, the mention of American citizenship silenced everyone.

But maybe he was the leader. After a while, he raised his head again, "It's okay. It doesn't matter if you can't join us, but at least you can give us some guidance on business. In normal times, we wouldn't have the ability to hire such a person." It’s always a good thing to have international-level stars come to us.”

"The leader is still thoughtful. No matter what, his running and cycling abilities are among the best in the world. He is more than enough to guide our city teams and even provincial teams."

Liang Nana also responded in time.

"No wonder there are so many foreigners around him. This can be regarded as promoting our local customs to foreign countries, which is quite rewarding."

Everyone is echoing in their own way.

At the dinner table, before Li Ang opened his mouth to explain, the leader in charge of sports had already spoken.

"This time, I also represent our city and warmly welcome Comrade Xiao Li. At the same time, I also hope that you can have the opportunity to guide our work. Today is a working day, so there will be no drinking. Everyone fill up the drinks and let's work together. One cup.”

Hearing this familiar opening statement, Li Ang seemed to have returned to the time when he was a social beast in his previous life. He used to hate this thing the most, but this time he stayed in the United States and hadn't felt it for a long time. He even missed it a little, and he didn't know if it was because of him. The reason why he changed from a companion to a protagonist.

It has to be said that this person who can take the leadership position in the economically developed southern region obviously has his ability. In a few short words, he clearly introduced various local conditions and characteristics to Li Ang. in vain.

At the same time, he also hopes that Li Ang can help promote some local special attractions, cultural activities, etc.

Of course, Li Ang had no reason not to agree to such a request. In fact, he had been doing the same thing when he came back this time. If you don't occupy the propaganda position, others will.

Although his current status is that he is a native American, in fact, he has not been in the United States for less than a year. When it comes to his sense of belonging to the United States, it is not as good as those who have never been abroad, but have always been in the United States. People who yearn for sweet air.

Therefore, he is very willing to do his part to help the motherland.

By the way, Li Ang also agreed to spend half a day to help coach the athletes of their provincial team. In return, Li Ang was given the title of a cultural propaganda ambassador by the local people. It is not clear who took advantage of whom.

After eating, the group returned to Nie Zhaofeng's village. After just one meal, Li Ang's status in the village rose to another level.

After all, for them, they usually spend a lot of money to treat their leaders to a meal, and the leaders may not necessarily reward them, but Li Ang just went to eat their reception meals.

This side is happy, but the other teams are almost crazy with jealousy. They also invite foreign aid, and the gap is too big.

Li Ang alone directly won the championship in two events, which basically established the final result.

"Don't worry. The afternoon group competition will definitely help you earn back your face."

The Sanda coach, who is less than 1.7 meters tall, said quite confidently.

"Fortunately, with you, the points in the afternoon arena competition will be higher. If their results are dismal, we may not have no chance."

This person thought that the other two companies might not be able to win a championship in a competition, and he felt a little more balanced. He could at least regain some face in the arena competition that attracted the most attention.

The reason why this Sanda coach is so confident is also derived from his past competition experience. Although his weight class is different from most people, he doesn't pay attention to those who learn traditional martial arts at all. .

In his opinion, this group of people is just a little better than ordinary people who have never practiced at all. He has beaten many big men before, some even more than twice his weight. In fact, in the ring, others can't even touch them. He couldn't reach his side, and he hit some key parts such as his chin, abdomen, knees, etc. Even those heavy weights couldn't withstand it.

When the time came for the afternoon ring competition, the ones with the most relaxed mentality were naturally Nie Zhaofeng and his group. At this time, they no longer asked Li Ang to perform any good results. They just wanted to do whatever they wanted and don't get hurt in the ring.

However, if Nie Zhaofeng heard their thoughts, he would probably laugh to death, because from beginning to end, the group competition was Li Ang's strongest point. He still can't forget that Li Ang fought many times alone at the martial arts exchange meeting. Scenes of national warriors.

And this is not all his strength, if you really want to say it, it is even more shocking to be able to defeat eighteen monks alone in the Shaolin Temple.

Compared with these, the activities in the village this time are no different from playing house.

Thinking of this, he was more grateful to Li Ang for helping him. This time, because of Li Ang, his status in the village has been greatly improved.

While waiting to play, Li Ang did not pay attention to the battle situation of others at all, but put all his energy on the practice of [Xisui Jing]. He can now do it anytime and anywhere, abandon any interference, and enter a deep state of internal practice.

It was not until their team's turn to play that Li Ang finally opened his eyes.

Ling Zhenyu, who was tall and strong, also brought them a lot of surprises. Although he had not learned martial arts and fighting, his physical fitness was here. Because of playing basketball, his reaction and movements were quite agile. On the ring, he was not inferior to those locals who had been learning boxing for many years.

Until he faced the Sanda coach who was less than 1.7 meters tall.

The rules of this game were very simple. In short, it was a duel between two teams, with five people taking turns. The team that could hold on to the end would win.

The opponent's Sanda coach and Ling Zhenyu on this side are both ranked fourth in the team.

Ling Zhenyu looked at the opponent in front of him who was more than a head shorter than him, and he really couldn't think of how he would lose, but before going on stage, others had already introduced him that this guy was the strongest one in the opposite team and was a professional fighter.

As a professional coach, he certainly knew that you should never use your hobby to challenge others who make a living, not to mention that fighting is not even his hobby, so he is now in a dilemma.

Psychologically, he attaches great importance to his opponent and is even afraid of him, but his body's instinct tells him that there is nothing to be afraid of.

The consequence of this entanglement is that when facing the opponent's attack, his reaction was a beat slower. He didn't even see clearly how the opponent punched, and he was hit on the chin by an uppercut.

Although Ling Zhenyu was not knocked down by a punch, this attack directly put him into a trance, and then he was hit by the second and third punches. In less than ten seconds, the battle was over.

Many villagers watching the scene fell into a surprising silence.

In everyone's simple concept, being tall means strong fighting ability, not to mention that in the previous two competitions, Ling Zhenyu has proved that he is not that kind of "big fool", but now he still lost so easily.

This can only mean one thing, that is, his opponent is too strong.

The Sanda coach stood on the stage, enjoying the surprised and admiring eyes of everyone looking at him.

This is his first time on the stage, so he naturally wants to win cleanly.

The leader in charge of sports below, watching the wonderful fight on the stage, shook his head slightly. As a leader, he doesn't like this kind of violent means, and he doesn't like to use violence to solve problems.

When Ling Zhenyu was helped off the stage, his steps were a little shaky. Although he brought protective gear and didn't suffer too much damage, this thing is very harmful to the mind.

He looked at Li Ang with helpless and embarrassed eyes and said:

"Be careful, his fist is too fast and powerful."

Li Ang smiled and patted his shoulder, "Take a good rest, leave it to me next."

The people in the audience did not have much confidence in Li Ang. Seeing that this Sanda coach was even more powerful than they imagined, they all reminded him:

"It's okay, Li Ang. If you feel that you can't do it, just admit defeat. Anyway, our previous results are enough, so there is no need to hold on."

"Yeah, just go up and show your respect. He is a professional at this."

Only Nie Yongjin stood up straight, and even tiptoed slightly. He was looking forward to seeing Li Ang's performance. He also wanted to know how powerful Uncle Zhao Feng said that Li Ang couldn't beat him even with one hand.

"Come on!"

As soon as Li Ang came on stage, the Sanda coach on the opposite side hooked his finger at him and said:

"Go ahead, let me see how you practice."

Li Ang smiled helplessly and replied:

"You should go first, otherwise you won't have a chance to show yourself in a while."

His words made the Sanda coach laugh, and he gave Li Ang a thumbs up.

"I just admire your confidence. How about this, after the ring match, come to me to sign up for a class, and I will only charge you half the price."

Li Ang didn't expect that the opponent would be more pretentious than him, so he could only turn around and say to the employee holding the camera under the stage:

"Help me record the material."

The conversation between the two directly let the players who had not yet entered the stage learn new ideas. Well, well, one person recruits students and keeps recording materials, and they are all so good at playing, right?

After the referee announced the start, the Sanda coach came up with a standard and quick side kick. He just KOed his opponent with his fists, and this time he decided to change his method.

Who would have thought that such a sharp kick would be grabbed by Li Ang's ankle in the air, and he casually pulled it to the side, causing him to lose his balance.

It should be said that the basic skills of this Sanda coach are indeed in place. His body has been twisted into such an angle in the air, but he still adjusted it abruptly. After a rotation in the air, he stood firmly on the stage.

Before he had time to savor how cool this move was, Li Ang had already come to his side, but it was not his fists or feet that hit him, but Li Ang's shoulder.

From the audience's perspective, the Sanda coach seemed to be dancing a ballet in the air, and then landed right where Li Ang was rushing.

The next second, the Sanda coach continued his unfinished flight, but this time, he flew directly into the crowd below.

Ling Zhenyu opened his mouth below, and could not say anything except "Fuck!" He thought about the possibility of Li Ang winning, but he did not expect him to win so handsomely.

The whole process was like two people dancing a duet on the stage, and then one of them flew off the stage.

Among the people present, the most surprised was the defeated Sanda coach. He had not lost in the past ten years of practicing Sanda. On the contrary, he had lost many times, but never like this, losing inexplicably, and he could not even figure out why he lost?

This was a very scary thing. He looked at Li Ang on the stage with a complicated look in his eyes.

He had just asked someone to come to his place to sign up for a class, and now that the fight was over, he even had the urge to learn from him.

The last opponent to play was still sent to the ring by Li Ang in the same posture.

Li Ang deliberately used the force-releasing technique of [Tai Chi], and almost no damage was caused during the whole process. It was already unethical for him to come to the village to participate in this activity, and it was really unreasonable to hurt others.

The leader in charge of sports looked at Li Ang with more appreciation, because Li Ang's way of winning seemed to have nothing to do with violence at all, and even had a strange beauty. He was a knowledgeable person, and naturally knew that if he wanted to win beautifully, he could only do it under the condition of overwhelming strength.

In the next few games, Li Ang simply chose to play first, both to save time and to earn more [limit-breaking points]. Although this was just a small village-level competition, there were indeed many spectators, as many as several thousand people, and flies were meat no matter how small they were.

The villagers never thought from beginning to end that Li Ang would win the championship of three games by himself. Grandpa was so excited that he danced with joy, saying that he asked Nie Zhaofeng to invite him back.

After the matter here was over, Li Ang did not stay any longer. After bidding farewell to them, he followed the leaders to the location of the provincial team. (End of this chapter)