Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 128 - 127: Got Female Fans?

As the sound of the sports car ceased, the person who entered was indeed Li Ang. The coaches present, aside from a sense of salvation, also had a question rising in their minds: Does being an internet celebrity really make that much money?

Just a few days ago, Li Ang was also here applying for a coaching position, and now, in such a short time, he was driving a sports car.

"Everyone is here, let’s get started quickly, I’m in quite a hurry."

As Li Ang walked toward the stage, he urged the staff of the Taekwondo gym to get a move on.

The group suddenly felt that, ever since Li Ang’s arrival, their momentum had inexplicably diminished.

"I hope you can still smile later."

The manager of the Taekwondo gym looked at Li Ang with a hint of displeasure and said.

Little did they know, their hired aid, Li Yuanhao, lit up as soon as he saw him.

He, who couldn’t be bothered to shift his gaze before, suddenly stood up, took out his phone with a beaming smile, and snapped several pictures of Li Ang.

Meanwhile, he jogged over, pulling out a cup from his bag.

"Mr. Li, could you give me your autograph? My little sister has been nagging me for ages, and if you don’t agree, I might not even be able to enter my own house when I get back."

Li Ang then realized that on this cup, there was actually his own photo printed on it, and from the look of the silhouette, it seemed to be from a poster shot during his participation in [Titan Game].

Whether it’s said or not, paired with Li Ang’s exquisite figure, this photo had quite an atmospheric feel, giving off the sense that one could tell he was a handsome guy without even seeing his face.

The people from both martial arts schools below the stage were dumbfounded. What kind of turn of events was this? Weren’t they supposed to start fighting upon meeting? Now it was turning into a fan meet-and-greet.

The Taekwondo gym’s side worried whether they could still get on with the fight at all, and whether Li Yuanhao would pull his punches during the match.

The Hunyuan Martial Arts School’s side, on the other hand, grew even more envious of Li Ang for embarking on the path of being an internet celebrity.

He had made money, driven a sports car, his martial arts hadn’t lagged, and now he even had little fans – who wouldn’t be envious?

Meeting a fan offline for the first time, he naturally had to fulfill such a small request.

After Li Ang autographed the cup, he was also pulled aside to take a couple of photos together.

After a delay of two minutes, Li Ang, showing a bit of urgency, stepped directly onto the stage, fearing that if it dragged on any longer, his meal might get cold.

"Coach Li, you haven’t put on your protective gear."

"Don’t bother with that, it’s too time-consuming. Let’s get started."

Li Ang waved his hand, signaling that he didn’t need to wear any.

"But, what if you get injured..."

"No ’buts.’ I definitely won’t be asking you to pay for medical expenses if I get hurt."

Seeing how resolute Li Ang was, they didn’t try to persuade him any further.

"Zhong Ji, let me handle this match."

"No, Brother Yuanhao, let me do it. I want to know in what ways the man Yuan Ya likes is better than me."

"Hey? Kid, shouldn’t that line be mine to say?"

Just as Li Yuanhao was about to ask when he had developed feelings for his sister, Cui Zhongji couldn’t wait any longer and had already eagerly climbed onto the stage.

"Coach Li, be careful, his kicks are very fast, and they’re powerful too."

"You might try to attack him in a way that breaks the usual rules. It could be very effective."

That last piece of advice was specifically said in Chinese by Wu Song.

Even though in the subsequent sparring sessions he had already been unable to defeat Li Ang, whether Li Ang could win remained an unknown to him.

After all, Li Ang at that time had only been surprising in the speed of his progress, but had not given him such a strong sense of oppression in terms of strength.

It wasn’t until he saw him on TV later that he knew Li Ang’s realm in Tongbei Quan had broken through again.

But speaking of it, after all, it was the realm of inherited martial arts, whether it would be effective against professional competitors like this, he was unsure.

After the match started, Cui Zhongji took the initiative, coming at Li Ang with a fierce side kick aimed straight at his head.

Although all they could feel from their position offstage was the incredible speed of his kick, only Wu Song, who had just experienced it firsthand, knew the immense pressure of facing that kick.

He could even sense that the speed of this kick was faster than when he had been on stage just moments before.

"So slow!"

Li Ang wasn’t trying to show off, but genuinely let out a sigh.

Originally, his response time had already been faster than a normal person’s, and with the Grandmaster level [Tongbei Fist] amplifying his response by 60%, his reaction speed had become even more unworldly.

Not to mention now he had a new trait that improved dynamic vision.

In his eyes, Cui Zhongji’s swift kick was as if in slow motion.

With a light step back, Li Ang, just as he had toyed with Wu Song before, stayed just outside the range of the attack and then, seemingly effortlessly, tapped on Cui’s thigh twice, completing his counterattack.

Just one or two seconds into the start, everyone saw Cui Zhongji kick at the air and then thump to the ground.

He was now holding his thigh, face filled with disbelief.

Looking at Li Ang somewhat panicked, he asked, "Ah! What did you do?"

"Didn’t do much, just targeted two of your nerves, might cause some numbness in your leg, but it’ll be fine in a few hours."

What Li Ang did somewhat resembled the legendary art of acupoint striking, but it actually wasn’t.

These were points described in [Autumn Style Massage], combined with his own understanding of the human body, to target certain vulnerabilities.

It effectively neutralized the opponent’s combat ability without causing significant harm.

This was especially because on the other side was one of his own fans; otherwise, given Li Ang’s attitude towards braggarts, he would have dealt a much heavier blow by now.

Li Yuanhao helped Cui Zhongji up with a stern face, saying:

"I told you not to come, you just had to show off."

Once he stood opposite Li Ang, he addressed him seriously, "I apologize but I will be going all out. I at least have to see if the man my sister fancies can pass the hurdle of her brother."

Li Ang gestured with a crook of his hand, signifying for a quick and decisive battle.

As the match began, Li Yuanhao’s actions mirrored Cui Zhongji’s as he also launched a side kick, only this time he aimed for Li Ang’s waist, making his motion even swifter.

From this kick alone, it wasn’t difficult to discern that, in both strength and speed, Li Yuanhao exceeded Cui Zhongji.

Facing Li Yuanhao’s powerful kick, Li Ang stood his ground, not dodging or evading, colliding with a solid kick of his own.

"Bang!"

The sound of their legs colliding echoed throughout the spacious martial arts school.

After the kick, Li Ang’s expression remained unchanged, but Li Yuanhao’s face clearly did.

He felt somewhat relieved that he had worn protective gear; otherwise, just from that one strike, he would have been carried out.