Zhang Shicai greeted Wu Li with a smile and then invited everyone to sit in the backyard.
At this time, a large group of people also arrived at the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall, led by the elder in black from before.
"Master Zhang, is there something wrong?" the crowd outside shouted loudly.
Zhang Shicai looked toward the gate and, seeing the serious expressions on everyone’s faces, knew there had been a misunderstanding, so he stepped forward to explain Wu Li and his companions’ intentions.
"People from Hua Country? Making a TV program?"
The crowd was curious as they looked at Wu Li and the others, their eyes filled with a trace of envy toward Zhang Shicai.
"Don’t leave just yet," Zhang Shicai stopped everyone, then turned to Wu Li.
"They are all Chinese Boxers, who run their own schools and take disciples here. Why not interview them together?"
Upon hearing Zhang Shicai’s suggestion, a look of eager anticipation shone in the eyes of all the masters present.
They were all Chinese, steeped in their culture from childhood, and had a very positive impression of Hua Country, knowing that it was growing stronger by the day. Now that Hua Country’s television station had come to do an interview, this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; if possible, nobody wanted to remain unknown for life. Being on television and being seen by more people from Hua Country was an extremely attractive prospect for them.
Upon hearing this, Wu Li laughed and said, "I wouldn’t miss it for the world."
The backyard of Jiyun Hall was now packed with people. There were a total of eight Chinese Boxers from Martial Arts Street, including Zhang Shicai, and they had all brought a few of their proud disciples to seize the chance to be on television.
Everyone formed a circle in the yard, and Wu Li listened as the masters recounted their past one by one.
"I came here with my master in 1973, stayed in Hanoi for a few years, and later heard that there were Chinese Boxers teaching Kung Fu in Yuhe City, and the locals liked Kung Fu, so my master brought me here to open a school..."
The elder in black reminisced about his past, broadly narrated his story, and then introduced the Fist style he practiced. Finally, he said to his few disciples, "You guys go and perform a Fist set for everyone."
Three disciples, thrilled at heart, stepped into the circle and performed a set of Long Arm Fist.
While the disciples performed, the elder in black explained the characteristics of their Long Arm Fist lineage.
"Wu Li, the netizens hope you can exchange some moves with the masters here."
After a set of Long Arm Fist was completed, Chen Gang suddenly spoke up from the side.
If it was just listening to stories and watching routines, the livestream might seem dull. Some netizens suggested Wu Li should spar with the masters present, and Chen Gang went with the flow and mentioned it.
The Chinese Boxers at the scene all understood Chinese, some disciples could also understand, and they translated Chen Gang’s words for the rest, causing everyone to turn their attention to Wu Li.
Everyone knew that Wu Li and the others were livestreaming, and who knows how many people were watching on the other side of the camera; just demonstrating Fist techniques wasn’t enough to show how powerful they were, but sparring would immediately make a difference.
Actually, many people present had the idea of sparring; however, Wu Li was a guest, and he had specifically come to interview everyone, not to challenge them, so it was impolite to rashly suggest sparring. They could only wait for Wu Li to take the initiative.
Fortunately, Wu Li didn’t disappoint everyone. He nodded and said, "That would be good."
He stood up and addressed the elder in black with a fist-palm salute: "I wonder if I could have the honor of learning from your esteemed Long Arm Fist technique?"
The elder in black knew of Wu Li’s prowess; even in his prime, he wouldn’t have been a match, let alone now that he was sixty-three years old. Therefore, he did not take on the challenge himself but called a disciple to spar with Wu Li instead.
Wu Li walked into the circle, and the young man opposite him was visibly excited.
The two exchanged salutes with clasped fists, the other party shouted, and took the initiative to attack.
He had seen Wu Li fight with a group of thugs earlier in the morning and was aware of Wu Li’s strength, particularly since his master had spoken highly of Wu Li, so he chose to strike first.
Snap! A crisp sound, and the opponent’s right arm whipped out, aiming for Wu Li in the air.
Wu Li raised his right arm horizontally to block the attack, then erected his arm and stretched it forward, grabbing the opponent’s arm.
The opponent, with his right arm caught, immediately attempted to pull back, striving to free himself from Wu Li’s grip, while his left arm extended toward Wu Li’s face.
Unexpectedly, as he exerted force to pull back his right arm, Wu Li also exerted force, pushing his arm forward, causing the opponent to lose his balance and lean backward, making the left arm he threw out fall short of reaching Wu Li.
Wu Li didn’t wait for his opponent to recover, exerted force in his hands and then fiercely pulled the opponent back. The opponent, already unsteady, suddenly found himself involuntarily falling toward Wu Li.
Wu Li stepped forward, gently placing a palm on the opponent’s chest, almost as if to steady him, preventing a fall. Then he stepped back and clasped his fist, saying, "Thank you for the courtesy."
There was silence in the area for a moment, and it was quite a while before the defeated disciple clasped his fist toward Wu Li and sincerely said, "Impressive, I admire you!"
The masters present looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
Just now, only a single move had actually transpired. Wu Li instantly grasped the opponent’s arm, pushed it forward, and then pulled it back. It seemed straightforward, but the speed of the action and the mastery of timing all revealed his skill.
Wu Li returned to his seat and turned to the next master, with the camera focusing on them.
"I was born in Southern Country, and both of my parents are from Hua Country. Kung Fu is a family heritage..."
The second master practiced the Splitting Hanger Fist. He also had two disciples come forward to perform, and then one of them took a turn to exchange moves with Wu Li.
"Please," Wu Li gestured with a fist-palm salute.