Americans' curiosity and yearning for China's Kung Fu were inextricably linked to a Chinese Kung Fu superstar. Many adults in the United States grew up watching his movies. When Davis was young, he especially liked to watch flashy and cool kungfu movies.
Therefore, he rejected Martinez's suggestion without even thinking about it.
"You know I'm an amateur martial arts expert. I can perform better if I switch to fighting moves." Martinez insisted.
"You don't mean others can. This is a film set, not a fighting ring. I only want flashy moves, not your martial arts." Davis ignored him.
As a star with a high status in Hollywood, Martinez had the right and confidence to argue with the director. Both sides had their own opinions, which attracted the attention of the crew. However, they ignored the onlookers for fear of getting involved and being scolded badly.
"If you're not in the right state, you can use a stunt double," Davis suggested.
"It's not that I'm not in the right state. If I switch to fighting, I'll be in a better state," Martinez said. "China's Kung Fu is famous for being flashy but not practical. Those flashy moves look ridiculous. It's also hard to learn … "
That was the main point.
China's moves required a high degree of flexibility. Few foreigners with strong muscles could do it.
"China's Kung Fu is not flashy." The martial arts director was silently watching from the sidelines. Hearing Martinez's disdain for China's Kung Fu, he finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
Yu Yongsheng started practicing Kung Fu at the age of ten. He was now thirty-five years old. The word Kung Fu was branded in his life. Kung Fu was not only his hobby, but also his profession.
Just like how people who moved bricks hated being ridiculed on the Internet every day.
"Isn't it? That's how people in your country describe it," Martinez turned his head and said to Yu Yongsheng.
"That's the advantage of China's Kung Fu to strengthen the body, but that's not all," Yu Yongsheng said.
"Are you trying to say you're good at fighting?" Martinez glared at Yu Yongsheng.
This guy had nothing to do with him arguing with the director. He was already a little angry, and now he naturally transferred it to Yu Yongsheng.
"Just so-so. I'm ranked third in the world." Yu Yongsheng shrugged his shoulders and prepared to leave. He couldn't afford to offend a superstar.
But Martinez pushed Yu Yongsheng angrily. Taking advantage of his height, he looked down at Yu Yongsheng. "Are you interested in a contest?"
Yu Yongsheng did not nod and was pushed again.
He took two steps back and shrugged. "Okay."
The crew moved the lights and equipment far away, and the two of them sparred under the green curtain. Martinez was an amateur fighting enthusiast, and Yu Yongsheng was a martial arts director. Since he was a martial arts director, it was natural that he had practiced before. Some of them might not be able to fight anymore, but Yu Yongsheng, who was in his prime, could.
The director then asked someone to find a pair of boxing gloves. It really looked like a sparring match.
The onlookers gathered around to watch.
Qin Bao Bao and Su Yu moved a small stool and pulled Qin Ze to eat melons together.
"Why are they fighting?" Su Yu asked Qin Ze. She saw that Qin Ze had come over a long time ago.
"The foreigner said that Chinesekungfu was a showy martial arts director. The martial arts director was not convinced, so they started sparring." Qin Ze did not comment on Martinez's arrogance.
"Oh, he dodged." Qin Bao Bao exclaimed in a low voice.
On the other side, Yu Yongsheng slid backward to avoid Martinez's uppercut and circled around him. Martinez attacked repeatedly. Occasionally, he would hit, but it was blocked. Most of the time, his attacks missed.
Yu Yongsheng was naturally weak in height and strength. The foreigner's muscles were very developed and explosive, but his endurance was not good. This was the same reason why people said on the Internet that the muscles in the gym could not beat the muscles of the people who moved bricks.
"Why is he always dodging? Hit him, hit him." Qin Bao Bao whispered.
While they were talking, Yu Yongsheng seized the opportunity and sprinted. He bent close to Martinez and hugged his waist. At the same time, he tripped him and threw him to the ground. He raised his fist and punched him.
Martinez wanted to fight back, but the experienced Yu Yongsheng wrapped one arm around Martinez's neck and pulled back his head. The latter's fist could only hit his hard skull and back. His fist hit his opponent's face.
"Enough is enough!"
Davis shouted amidst the jeering of the onlookers.
Yu Yongsheng's blood suddenly froze. He felt a chill in his heart. He blocked his fist and looked up to see Davis's dissatisfied look.
The displeasure in his opponent's eyes made Yu Yongsheng's competitive spirit disappear.
He was just a martial arts director.
His opponent was a celebrity who was hired with money.
They were born unequal.
In the past, when celebrities acted like big shots in the crew, the director had to give in. Who did this martial arts director think he was? He thought too highly of himself.
You said it was a friendly match, but you couldn't treat it as a fair one. You couldn't say, "Card League, let's have a fight."
Although the director didn't agree to change it to martial arts, it didn't mean he was biased towards you and China's Kungfu.
Yu Yongsheng knew that America was a country with a strong sense of race.
The anger of being pushed twice and the competitive spirit that was aroused by the "sparring" quickly faded away. The man who was about to enter middle age with a family and a wife couldn't be stubborn even if he wanted to. Thus, he loosened his grip and said, "Just this …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he was punched in the face by Martinez.
Martinez, who was below him, seized the opportunity and pushed him away. He didn't give Yu Yongsheng a chance to react. He sat on top of him and raised his fist to punch his face.
You want to stop after you hit me? No way!
Martinez thought that his opponent was exhausted, so he wanted to stop after he took advantage of him.
"It's just beginning. Don't you Chinese always say that a fight lasts 300 rounds? Oh, you especially like to fight women. You're so useless, "Martinez complained as he punched.
Yu Yongsheng didn't have time to explain that he had misunderstood the meaning of "a fight lasts 300 rounds." He covered his face with his fists in a professional posture. Ouch, the foreigners' fists hurt.
The gloves hit his face, making muffled sounds.
The onlookers were still cheering like spectators in a bull ring. They had no intention of stopping the fight.
Maybe someone would stop Yu Yongsheng if he begged for mercy and admitted defeat, but it was too difficult for a Chinese man who cared about his face and practiced Kungfu.
The onlookers were excited and happy about this turn of events because the winner was an American.
"Martinez is so strong. Even the martial arts director can't beat him."
"Because Chinese Kungfu is the most beautiful gymnastics. It's weak in actual combat."
"I see. Look at him, he's not even fighting back. What a coward."
"He's too weak. He's short and skinny. Of course he can't beat him."
Do you dare to fight back? I'll fire you later.
Martinez was in the middle of the fight when he suddenly felt his fist being held. He looked up angrily. It was the Chinese celebrity's … manager.
"Hey, you've already won," Qin Ze said. "He lost. Stop it."
“Goaway。” Martinez's anger did not subside. He forcefully shook off Qin Ze's hand, and as he did so, he hit Qin Ze's lower abdomen.
He raised his fist and was about to hit again. His arm was held again. This time, before he could get angry, a huge force threw him out. Martinez rolled far away.
The onlookers were in an uproar.
"If you want to continue the fight, I'll accompany you." Qin Ze glanced at him and turned to help Yu Yongsheng up.
With his insight, he could easily see through the trick. He couldn't comment on this man's helplessness and tolerance. But he had a deeper understanding of the saying, "Martial artists are like boorish men."
If he knew he couldn't fight, he should have just admitted defeat.
Why did he have to make himself so miserable? These days, the rich were the big shots.
"I lost." Yu Yongsheng got up and spat out a mouthful of blood. His gums were bleeding, and his nose was bleeding. He looked miserable, but he wasn't injured.
Martinez got up, spread his hands, and made a provocative gesture to Qin Ze. "OK!"
"This guy is strong, but his endurance is generally poor. It's a common problem of muscle men in the gym. Don't fight with him." Yu Yongsheng whispered, "Let him know that Chinese Kungfu isn't just for show."
I don't know Chinese Kungfu!
Qin Ze thought.
"Go away." Qin Ze patted Yu Yongsheng on the shoulder. "Fortunately, I'm rich."
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