Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 111 - 110 Still went too far

Li Ang’s first-round opponent looked rather unremarkable.

The reason for this description was not that he looked like an ordinary passerby.

It was because most of the contestants in the field had come through auditions, and their physiques were either wrapped in fat or of the fitness coach type.

Within the same weight class, although Li Ang’s opponent was only about a dozen pounds heavier than he was, Li Ang had a higher muscle density, so the muscles on the other side appeared to be at least twenty pounds more than Li Ang’s.

The audience was also eagerly anticipating what kind of performance Li Ang would put on when he came on stage, whether he would upset his opponent with a smaller weight class or be eliminated in the first round with his tail between his legs.

The number of people in Li Ang’s live broadcast room slowly increased from a few hundred to nearly a thousand.

The referee flipped a coin into the air, and Li Ang’s luck wasn’t bad; he got to go first this round.

Of course, there were those who believed that going second had a certain advantage in terms of momentum.

After taking the first hit, the effects of anger and hormones would make one’s counterattacks fiercer.

However, to everyone, for a contestant like Li Ang who had a high offense and low defense, it was naturally best to go first.

"Ready, begin!"

The countdown started on the stage, a total of thirty seconds, and the attacking side could choose any time to make their move, as long as it was within the time limit.

Normally, the attacking side would choose to delay for a bit, playing psychological tactics.

Every minute and second waiting for the attack to arrive was a kind of torment.

And the attacking side was also slowly accumulating their own momentum, making the attack as strong as possible.

The contestant standing opposite Li Ang had a wealth of competition experience, so he tried to disturb Li Ang with some trash talk, hoping to provoke him into making a hasty move.

Although Li Ang’s physique didn’t appear too threatening to him, who would mind getting a lighter slap?

"You wet-behind-the-ears kid, let’s see what your slap has..."

"Slap!"

"Thud!"

The first sound was the slap on the face; the second was the body hitting the floor.

The countdown had just started, and before he could even finish his trash talk, he was already lying on the ground.

The last thought in his mind before that was, "This young man clearly looks like a novice, not even charging up, how strong could he..."

"The winner, Li Ang!"

The referee raised Li Ang’s hand, coated with magnesium powder, high to announce the results of the round.

This speed of knockout was rather rare in his long career as a referee.

Li Ang frowned, still pondering about that last palm strike.

Since it was his first time slapping someone in a match, Li Ang had only used about fifty percent of his strength, fearing that he might seriously injure his opponent.

He had planned to gradually increase the force according to the effect of his slaps, but he had knocked the man down with one hit, so it seemed he would have to reduce the strength next time.

Although the pre-match rules made it clear that there would be no responsibility if someone was slapped to death, after all, everyone was there just to compete, there was no need to make it so bloody.

But what he didn’t expect was that this hit might still have been a bit too heavy.

The venue erupted with violent cheers, and even Catina’s camera, while filming Li Ang, shook a bit.

The number in the live broadcast room quickly surpassed a thousand and was headed towards two thousand.

"I admit, my previous perception was a bit one-sided; traditional martial arts can still fight, at least the traditional martial arts that Li Ang has learned can."

"Oh my God, if it were me, I might never wake up."

Even a few people sporadically sent some gifts.

In foreign live streaming platforms, it’s not usually about earning from donations, but rather from advertising, sponsorships, or ticket fees, so these gifts were even more precious and rare.

However, none of these gifts could shake the top spot in the live broadcast room, a user named [Hua Yingxiong].

Just now, he actually sent over a dozen gifts valued at 99 US dollars each, a wealthy fan indeed.

As soon as Li Ang stepped off the field for a break, the Hunyuan Martial Arts School was already buzzing with excitement.

"Coach, is it too late for me to switch to practicing Tongbei Quan now?"

"Oh my God, is Coach Li really that powerful?"

"Why do I feel like he’s gotten even stronger than he was a while ago?"

The third comment came from one of the school’s coaches. Though he didn’t teach Tongbei Quan, he had sparred with Li Ang before. Considering the move he had just seen, he couldn’t have taken it himself.

Even if he didn’t use his face to block, if he used his arm, it would still be tough.

Little did they know, Wu Song, who hadn’t said a word, was the most unsettled inside.

Ever since [Titan Game], he had realized that Li Ang’s talent was far superior to his own, and his level of mastery in Tongbei Quan was probably a whole grade higher.

The way his arms and legs powered his movements was smooth as flowing water, and it might even surpass his own master’s level.

However, after seeing Li Ang’s palm strike just now, he was frightened to discover that he could no longer comprehend Li Ang’s level.

He knew Li Ang was good at generating power, but as to exactly how good, he couldn’t put his finger on it anymore.

Meanwhile, Hua Tianming in the office was so excited that he couldn’t utter a word while watching the screen on his phone.

Originally, before Li Ang made his move, he was planning to send a gift to boost the spirits.

But when he actually saw what was contained within Li Ang’s palm strike, his whole body trembled with excitement.

So much so that, intending to send just one gift, his hand twitched and sent over a dozen, draining his account entirely.

This shot his already high heart rate to a new peak.

People like him, who have been practicing martial arts for many years, don’t always have as good a physical condition in old age as one might imagine, unless they specifically practice health-maintaining exercises.

Especially since he had once broken new ground in America, fighting for territory for his martial arts school, battling countless times in his youth, the internal injuries he had were no small matter, and his heart wasn’t in great condition.

"Medicine... medicine... medicine..."

"What? What do you want?"

Yan Tianqi looked at Old Master Hua’s phone screen with concern and realized that the money in his account had run out.

"I’m not saying you shouldn’t, Master, but at your age, you should show some restraint when sending gifts during a live stream."

However, while he said this, it was actually Yan Tianqi himself who topped up the money in Hua Tianming’s account.

The old man had so few hobbies; he couldn’t deprive him of them all.

"Alright, alright, stop shaking. I’ll top it up for you."

"Top up your mother’s head!"

Hua Tianming finally recovered and took out his usual medication from the drawer in front of him.

Looking at Yan Tianqi, he had originally wanted to encourage him to put more effort into his own martial arts. But on second thought, it seemed unnecessary, and the words he was about to say changed to, "Forget it, go have fun. You should read more of your management books and attract more students."