Chapter 20: National Martial Arts, Strengthening the Country and the Race

Lin Weiran left.

It was the best of both worlds to be able to make money and practice cultivation. Because she suddenly felt soft and quit, Lin Weiran became more and more disadvantaged now.

Go back and find fault?

I really don’t have the time to spare!

"Give way! Please give way!" A cry suddenly brought Lin Weiran back to reality. A young man of sixteen or seventeen years old was riding a bicycle.

He was swaying, as if he was about to fall down at any moment. When he came to Lin Weiran, the wheels of the car twisted and hit him directly.

Lin Weiran pushed her legs on the ground, as if rooted in the ground, and with quick eyes and quick hands, she grabbed the handlebars and firmly controlled the person and the car.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm a newbie and inexperienced. Are you okay?" The young man, wearing the uniform of a noble academy, said with lingering fear.

"It's okay, ride slowly."

Lin Weiran clapped his hands and said.

"I'm really sorry."

The young man straightened the handlebars and pedaled away. Lin Weiran looked at his back. In this era, being able to ride a bicycle was undoubtedly a wealthy family.

The young man was riding a bicycle more steadily than before. He looked back and saw that the person he almost hit just now had walked away.

"There is an indescribable feeling...

A normal person would probably hide in this situation, but he actually held down the car, how powerful this must be!"

He suddenly realized something.

I was so anxious that I didn't pay attention just now, but now that I think about it, I can never stop an out-of-control bicycle.

Just when he was stunned,

Several people suddenly blocked the front not far away.

"You damn yellow-skinned pig, get off here!" Several of them looked like they were British, and the leader even kicked his bicycle from the side.

The young man and his car fell to the ground.

He knew all the British people in front of him, especially the leading one, with whom he had often argued in school.

"Bruce, you are very beautiful, bicycle, you are a sick man of East Asia, you are not qualified to ride a British-made bicycle!"

"Blair, what did you say!"

The young man named Bruce stood up and looked at Blair, a burly British guy who was half a head taller than him, with an angry look on his neck.

"The sick man of East Asia! Isn't this just talking about you? What's the problem? Don't think that winning the Cha Cha Dance Championship means you are a superior person.

You damn yellow-skinned pig!”

Blair pointed at Bruce and poked him until he was slapped away. At this moment, Bruce was already angry but extremely angry.

"Blair, do you want to fight?"

"Fight? I don't think knocking you to the ground easily is a fight. You are not qualified. This is just my punishment for you!"

After Blair finished speaking, he punched him.

Bruce didn't expect that the fist could be so fast. He was hit directly in the chest and sat on the ground but quickly stood up.

"Come on, Bruce!"

Blair clenched his hands and moved them back and forth in front of his face. It was a very standard boxing posture, and it looked like he had undergone rigorous training.

"ah!"

Bruce yelled, his momentum was quite strong, but he was too unprofessional, and the punch he threw was a bastard punch, and Blair easily dodged it by holding his head and squatting down.

Bang!

At this moment, Bruce took a flying kick!

Right in the crotch!

Suddenly, Blair felt a touch of sadness!

"Blair, look how arrogant you are!"

Bruce was high-spirited, but then he faced other people beating him mercilessly. This time he learned to be smart.

He hugged his head and huddled up.

Suddenly, the violent storm of attacks on his body disappeared, and Bruce's palm covering his eyes was exposed with a slit, and he saw a shocking scene.

A young man who looked about the same age as him knocked four sturdy British guys to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

Especially his last punch was like lightning. He didn't even see it clearly before he fell to the ground unconscious.

"What do you want to do? My dad is..."

Lin Weiran stepped on Blair's head: "So what if your father is Li Gang? Repeat what you just said, what are Chinese people?"

"East Asian...sick...husband?"

Lin Weiran kicked him in the stomach again: "Very good, please repeat it again, who are Chinese people?"

"East Asia…"

Bang! Lin Weiran kicked again.

"Repeat it again!"

This time, Blair was almost vomiting bile, and he became wiser and stopped talking, but the malice in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"You still think it's the Qing Dynasty now. Damn people, Amethyst's lesson is not enough, isn't it? What's so great about knowing how to box? Bah!"

Lin Weiran spat a mouthful of phlegm on his face.

"You bastard..." Before Blair could stand up, he was kicked out by Lin Weiran and pressed against the wall, and he slapped them both again.

"Stop fighting. If you fight again, things will get really serious. His father is the son of the military attache of the Governor's Palace." The young man named Bruce stood up and said.

"Hey, is it you?"

Lin Weiran was stunned, didn't he hit his kid? Unexpectedly, he was beaten by the crowd within a few minutes, and he happened to be saved.

"My name is Li Zhenfan, and everyone also calls me Xiaolong. Thank you. It's all thanks to you today." He said in a weak voice.

"Li...Xiaolong?"

Lin Weiran is too sensitive to this name.

A warrior who has stood up for his countrymen.

"Have you ever practiced kung fu? That hand just now was so cool!" Bruce Lee imitated Lin Weiran's Japanese punching moves.

"That's right,

But I prefer to call it Chinese martial arts."

"What is martial arts?" Bruce Lee asked.

"National martial arts..." Lin Weiran paused and said, "It is the art of strengthening a country and breeding seeds. During the Republic of China, a large number of national martial arts masters were determined to revitalize the country.

From this, national martial arts became widely spread.

The art of strengthening a country and its seeds is a national art!

Just killing without performing is also a national martial art!"

"A strong nation...a strong breed, only kills, not performs!" Bruce Lee's eyes were like a fire, as if something in his heart had been triggered.

"Then what, I should run away."

Lin Weiran waved his hand and said.

At this moment, Blair took a deep breath and said: "Who are you? If you have the ability to tell me, I will repay you!"

"Look at how you look, you can't even understand Chinese. Listen to me, and you! From now on, remember this face of mine!

I'm here, take a detour!

See clearly that my fists are useless!

Remember, my name is Chen Haonan, and I am the leader in Causeway Bay. Do you want to take revenge on me? Come to Causeway Bay first to find my little brother Crow, I will be waiting for you at any time, do you hear me!"

Lin Weiran slapped him and said.

Blair was frightened and trembled. That evening, he shed tears of humiliation and ran away with several of his younger brothers.

"Chen Haonan, wait!"

Blair ran dozens of meters and shouted.

"Chen Haonan...are you really a promiscuous person?" Bruce Lee was also a little frightened by Lin Weiran's fierce look.

"Ah? Who is Chen Haonan, my name is Lin Weiran, the young man is flexible and flexible, not bad! It's getting late, go home quickly."

Lin Weiran patted him on the shoulder,

"We will meet again."

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