"Bang!" A powerful punch landed on Huang Wen's head, causing him to lose consciousness and lose consciousness.
After an unknown period of time, Huang Wen slowly woke up. He opened his eyes in a daze. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head. Immediately after that, two streams of memories entered Huang Wen's mind.
One was Huang Wen's original memory. After he was knocked unconscious, he saw his body lying on the ground and being carried away on a stretcher.
However, no matter how hard Huang Wen struggled, he could not return to his body. He could only watch as he was declared dead. Then, a suction force made him lose consciousness again.
The other was a memory that did not belong to Huang Wen. Although he was also called Huang Wen, he was a Chinese who lived in America's Chinatown. His father was called Huang Hong, and he owned a martial arts dojo. His mother had passed away a long time ago.
Ten days ago, Huang Wen's father, Huang Hong, fought with a foreigner and signed a life and death contract.
Although Huang Hong won in the ring, he did not kill his opponent. He stopped using his finger to kill his opponent.
Outside the ring, Huang Hong happily prepared to return to the dojo. He wanted to take advantage of this victory to promote his dojo, which was originally a bit deserted, and recruit new disciples.
However, before Huang Hong could return to the martial arts center, he was killed by a bullet.
Huang Wen finished the funeral in a daze. After he inherited Huang Hong's inheritance, the martial arts center, and some money, he kept thinking about revenge. He did not eat or drink for days. In the end, the string in his heart snapped and his consciousness dissipated, resulting in brain death.
"So, I've traveled to another world?" Huang Wen finished sorting out his memories and looked at his hands. "I'm still Huang Wen? I've become an American Chinese? "
"Sigh, it's really free America. Gunfights happen every day. Before my consciousness dissipated, I left behind a last wish to take revenge and promote my martial arts center …"
"But, I don't even know who your enemy is. You didn't eat or drink for days and I didn't find any clues. I only suspect that it was the foreigner in the ring, but I don't have any evidence …"
"Also, I don't know the martial arts center's martial arts! Didn't this body die because I didn't eat or drink? Why don't I feel weak? "
Huang Wen stood up slowly and frowned. He felt his body and familiarized himself with his strength. He tried to punch and kick. After a while, he stopped.
This body was very good in all aspects. No wonder he was the son of a martial arts center. Compared to Huang Wen's body before he traveled to another world, this body was much stronger. The most important thing was that he had the same height and appearance as himself.
In his previous life, Huang Wen was a fitness enthusiast. He was only twenty-five years old and had seven years of fitness experience. If he didn't train for a day, he would feel uncomfortable all over.
By chance, Huang Wen was brought into an underground world by his gym's Sanda instructor. That place turned out to be a legendary underground boxing place!
When Huang Wen saw the underground boxing for the first time, the excitement made his blood boil. He couldn't help but join and sign up for the competition.
In the beginning, Huang Wen relied on his years of fitness and excellent physique to win a few rounds.
However, he didn't know if he offended the organizer or if he was unlucky, but Huang Wen met a real master. A martial arts master who was said to have practiced Xingyi Fist for 15 years!
Huang Wen had some Sanda skills. He also followed the tutorials on the internet and studied some martial arts techniques. He even came in contact with Xingyi Fist.
However, how could this little bit of skill be compared to someone who had practiced killing moves?
As the saying goes, Tai Chi doesn't go out for 10 years, Xingyi Fist kills people in a year!
Huang Wen saw how terrifying Xingyi Fist's killing moves were after practicing it for 15 years.
In just two moves, Huang Wen's arms could no longer exert any strength. Then, a heavy punch landed on his head, causing this transmigration situation.
"Wing Chun!" Huang Wen came back to his senses and sighed. That's right, the martial arts taught in Huang Wen's dojo was Wing Chun, Ye Wen's Wing Chun.
"Is this also a kind of fate?" Huang Wen couldn't help but murmur. He and Ye Wen both belonged to the Wen generation. If he were to be placed in the Xiao Po Station's parody videos, he would be on the same level as Ye Wen, Hong Wen, Luo Wen, and the others.
Huang Wen walked downstairs. His family's dojo had two floors. The second floor had four bedrooms, a kitchen, living room, dining room, and bathroom.
Downstairs, there was a 200 square meter training room. There were many wooden dummies and all kinds of fitness equipment.
For an American Chinese in Chinatown, this was considered good. The main reason was that Huang Hong had earned a lot of money from the popularity of Kungfu in the US. But as the popularity of Kungfu faded, the dojos became more and more deserted.
As for the fitness equipment in the training room, it was added by Huang Hong himself. It was to attract more students. Even if they didn't practice Kungfu, they could still use it as a gym. This was also a case of "change when one is poor."
But it was a pity that this change did not bring any benefits to Huang Hong before he met with a mishap.
Huang Wen looked at the familiar fitness equipment around him and quickly started practicing. It was just like what Huang Wen had felt earlier. In his previous life, Huang Wen practiced with 50kg dumbbells. But now, he was using 65kg dumbbells and did not feel any strain.
What was even more exaggerated was the bench press. This body's bench press strength had reached a shocking 300kg. Huang Wen's previous world record was only 455kg!
"F * ck, how on earth did he train? Is Wing Chun so powerful? " Huang Wen finished one round and tested his strength. He was shocked. In Huang Wen's impression, Wing Chun was not a strength type punching skill.
"Even in my previous life, there is no one as powerful as him. Even those fitness maniacs who wore super American tights couldn't do this, right? Maybe only the head coach who uprooted Weeping Willow can do this! "
The head coach that Huang Wen mentioned was the head coach of the gym in his previous life. His arms were thicker than a normal person's thigh. Huang Wen had seen him lift a 60kg barbell with one hand. That's right. It was a barbell and not a dumbbell.
From then on, in Huang Wen's heart, the head coach was Lin Daiyu … Cough, cough. No, it was Lu Zhishen!
"Bang!" Just when Huang Wen finished testing his strong body, a loud sound was heard. The door of the dojo was kicked open.
A burly, 1.9m tall foreigner walked in. He was half a head taller than Huang Wen who was 1.8m tall. The moment this foreigner walked in, Huang Wen recognized him. He was the foreigner who lost to Huang Hong in the ring, Ben Sen.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
