Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 110 - 109 The Competition Begins

"Master, why do we have to go to him for authorization when this guy is overseas? I see everyone’s reposting his videos, and it doesn’t seem to be causing any problems."

Pigeon Martial Edge rolled his eyes at his naive disciple, understanding that he hadn’t been involved with networking for long, and didn’t rebuke him too harshly.

"What do you know? We’re trying to build a personality and content-based account. Can we be the same as those marketing accounts that simply repost videos? This sort of minor request usually won’t incur a charge, but we need to make sure we go through the proper steps. We can’t give anyone an excuse to criticize us..."

The reason he wanted his disciple to contact Li Ang right away was also to ride the wave of Li Ang’s participation in the slapping contest to expand the influence of Tongbei Quan.

Nowadays, who’s in networking and not into hype? If we can’t participate ourselves, it’s good to borrow someone else’s popularity.

In other words, if Li Ang performed well, it would naturally prove the strength of Tongbei Quan, and he could bask in the reflected glory.

If Li Ang performed poorly, then it could only mean that Li Ang’s training was not up to par, and it wouldn’t be associated with him—either way, he wouldn’t lose out.

At night, Catina lay comfortably on the big bed, scrolling through the comments on her videos one by one.

As of now, a video might get a few hundred comments at most, which she could handle. However, judging by the growing trend of her account’s subscribers, it probably wouldn’t be longer before she couldn’t keep up.

As for private messages, those were even fewer, in fact even less than when she used to post selfies,

"Darling, it seems there’s a message from your country here."

Catina bumped Li Ang with her role and handed him the laptop.

He had never paid attention to the messages on Catina’s account before, but the mention of a message from his homeland piqued his interest.

After reading the content of the private message, Li Ang actually found it amusing.

It was a message from Pigeon Martial Edge, seeking permission to repost his videos.

Li Ang knew that it was Pigeon Martial Edge who had influenced his initial choice to learn Tongbei Quan.

This sort of thing wasn’t really a big deal, so Li Ang agreed without hesitation.

Even if he didn’t agree, if someone wanted to repost his videos, there was nothing he could do about it.

It wasn’t like he could sue someone across international borders over something so trivial.

Li Ang easily figured out his motive; the guy simply needed the publicity because he had no work—there was nothing wrong with that.

Actually, he was quite willing. Although he had no immediate plans to return to his home country, having his videos available there was still nice.

What he didn’t expect was that, before even starting his competition, it had already garnered widespread attention.

The next morning, inside Hunyuan Martial Arts School.

Yan Tianqi was somewhat frustrated to see a group of coaches and students neglecting their classes and gathering around the screens in the venue.

"Come on, what are you lot doing, not in class?"

Normally, he couldn’t stand to see the coaches the school paid for idling around. As long as someone wasn’t creating value for him, he felt like a thief was slowly stealing his money.

The coaches naturally didn’t dare to speak up loudly, but the students didn’t care about such considerations.

"Director Yan, it’s our own choice to skip class. I believe we have the right to decide how to spend our time."

"I think he’s right. Besides, we’re not playing around; we’re watching videos to learn."

Yan Tianqi’s face turned shades of red and white.

But he really didn’t dare to say anything to these students, after all, they were the consumers upon whom his income depended.

"Video study?" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

No sooner had he finished asking than the coach from before finally got the phone screen to cast, and the big screen in front of them suddenly displayed Catina’s live stream.

"What was I studying at that time, is he really that interesting to watch? Is he as worthy as the masters in our course material?"

Yan Tianqi spoke disdainfully, but his footsteps didn’t move.

As the screen switched, the camera cut to the front, showing that a crowd of spectators and contestants had gathered in that area.

"It’s really a slap competition, Coach Li is really daring to go up!"

"Yeah, this isn’t like the variety show last time, which was just about getting through stages, this time he has to go up and take the hits himself."

Wu Song looked at Li Ang’s figure and whispered to a coach beside him:

"But speaking of which, Tongbei Quan is actually quite suited for participating in this competition, the technique of whip-like force in striking is quite similar to slapping, and those contestants probably haven’t practiced as long as I have."

As he spoke, there was also a hint of excitement in his heart, influenced by Li Ang, he also felt a surge of impulse to compete.

"Do you think if we went, we could take home some prize money?"

"Smack!"

Before the coach beside him could respond, a loud slap echoed from the live stream video.

And that muscular, tall white man, after receiving that slap, dropped like he was asleep.

Watching as four medical staff members quickly came to carry him off stage, Wu Song fell silent.

That slap had woken him from his dreams of prize money.

Even Yan Tianqi, upon seeing the show Li Ang was about to join, found himself unable to mock anymore.

After all, there were no deep grudges between them; he was just envious of Li Ang’s martial arts talent and the favor he received from his own master.

Now that Li Ang had left the martial arts school, there was actually no conflict of interest between them.

However, he still disagreed somewhat with Li Ang’s approach, speaking earnestly to the coaches and students around him:

"That’s why I always emphasize to you, as long as you find the right direction and keep working hard, you’ll always achieve something. You don’t need to exhaust yourself and waste your time participating in all kinds of shows and competitions like he does."

Yan Tianqi shook his head and returned to the office, just about to tell Hua Tianming and ask if he wanted to take a look, but he found the old man had already entered Li Ang’s live stream and was currently sending him gifts.

...

Li Ang looked at the people on stage, some injured, some swollen, some being carried off, it was a lie to say he wasn’t nervous at all.

The competition rules were that the two contestants would toss a coin to determine the order of offense and defense.

Each contestant had 30 seconds of offense time, as well as 30 seconds of recovery time.

Each match would consist of at least three rounds.

Ways to win included KO (knockout), TKO (technical knockout), and points decision.

The difference between a KO and a TKO, to put it in plain words, is that the former means the person has already passed out, or has completely lost the ability to act, whereas the latter is while still conscious or having some ability to act, the referee deems that continuing the fight could lead to more serious harm, and for the protection of the contestant, declares the match lost.

As the bell sounded, Li Ang slowly stood up from his seat, it was his turn next.