Chapter 102: The Gambling Den

  Jinghua Film and Television City, the rehearsal hall of "The Legend of Arching Hero" crew.

  The duel between Tang Xiaosheng and martial arts director Wu Gang will take place in the hall, with more than 40 martial artists who were originally rehearsing retreating to one side to clear a space.

  To avoid injury during the duel, Tang Xiaosheng and Wu Gang wore protective gear on their heads and chests, and also wore boxing gloves on their hands. At the same time, both parties agreed that during the fight, only fists were allowed, and no kicking was permitted. The reason for not allowing kicking is that the destructive power of the feet is too great, and they are afraid of accidents. After all, Tang Xiaosheng is the male lead invited by the crew, if he gets injured during the duel, it will seriously affect the shooting of the entire TV series, this responsibility no one can bear.

  Simply put, the contest between Tang Xiaosheng and Wu Gang is like a boxing match with gloves.

  The match is about to start, and Little Dragon Girl helps Tang Xiaosheng put on his boxing gloves and protective gear while softly reminding him: "Be careful later."

  "Don't worry, Long Er, I've got it under control." Tang Xiao Sheng said calmly, his face looking very serene.

  "Big brother, you must hang in there!" Guo Xiang clenched her small fist and said in a childish voice.

  Tang Xiaosheng smiled slightly, gently stroking her head, without saying a word. A moment later, the protective gear and boxing gloves were all put on, he focused his mind, walked slowly to the center of the hall. The martial arts instructor Wu Gang, who was facing him, was also ready and walked to the center of the hall.

  The two men bowed to each other and the match began immediately.

  At this moment, several martial artists at the scene began to discuss in a low voice.

  "Who do you think will win between Tang Xiaosheng and Wu Diao?"

  "This is no idle talk! You're not unaware of Wu Dao's skills, one of him can take down ten of us with ease. I reckon Tang Xiaosheng will be knocked out in three moves or less."

  "Tang Xiaosheng isn't that incompetent, is he? I saw a report in the newspaper saying that Tang Xiaosheng once single-handedly caught five kidnappers and was very skilled."

  "Cut! Do you believe this kind of news report? All stars are packaged, and only a few have real skills. Tang Xiaosheng can at most handle three moves in martial arts."

  "Isn't it over yet? I think holding on for five more moves should still leave some hope."

  ……

  Several martial artists expressed their opinions on the match, but their views seemed to be not very unified. Some said that Tang Xiaosheng would be knocked down by Wu Gang in three moves, some said five moves, and others said ten moves, with no one able to convince anyone else.

  At this time, a martial artist suddenly suggested: "Why not do it like this? I'll set up a betting pool. If Tang Xiaosheng falls in three moves, the odds are 1 to 2; if he falls in five moves, the odds are 1 to 3; if he falls in ten moves, the odds are 1 to 5. Each person can only choose one outcome. Who wants to place a bet?"

  "I'm coming, three moves and you'll fall down, 300 yuan."

  "I also bet on Tang Xiaosheng's three moves to knock him down, 400 yuan."

  "I think you two are too cautious, having money but not daring to make it. Tang Xiaosheng can't possibly last three rounds, I think Wu Dao can knock him down with one move. I bet 700 yuan, knocked down in three rounds."

  "Wow, you guys are really underestimating Tang Xiaosheng. I think he still has some skills. I bet 5 rounds knockdown, 50 yuan."

  "I also fell down after five moves, 80 yuan."

  ……

  The casino opened and more than 40 martial artists joined in, among them, more than half were defeated by Tang Xiao Sheng within three moves, only three people could hold on for five moves.

  Seeing this, Guo Xiang finally couldn't bear it anymore and walked forward, pouting her small mouth, saying to the crowd of martial artists: "How can you all look down on my big brother like that? I'm going to bet on my big brother winning."

  When she said that, dozens of martial artists couldn't help but smile, they just thought that little girl Guo Xiang was quite lovely and still at an age where she loved to fantasize.

  At this time, Wu Hang, the owner of the gambling house, said to Guo Xiang: "You want to bet on Tang Xiao Sheng's win? I'll give you a 1-to-20 odds, how about it?"

  Guo Xiang thought for a moment, then replied: "Okay, I'll bet..." As she said this, her small hand patted her pocket and found that she didn't have a single penny on her. She turned around and asked the little dragon girl beside her, "Sister Long, can you lend me some money? They've set up a betting pool and I want to bet on Big Brother winning."

  Little Dragon Girl was actually not interested in the gambling den, but she still supported Tang Xiao Sheng's affairs and softly said: "Xiang Er, how much do you want to bet?"

  "Guo Xiang blinked her eyes, thought for a moment, and said: '1,000 yuan.'"

  The little dragon girl didn't even frown and took out her purse from her bosom, then handed her ten brand new 100-yuan RMB bills.

  "Thanks, Long sister!" After that, Guo Xiang took 1,000 yuan and walked back to find Wu Hang, who was running the gambling den. She handed him the money and said, "I bet on Big Brother winning."

  Wu Xing was taken aback, not expecting Guo Yixiang to be so generous. He declared seriously, "You'd better think carefully, once you've bet this 1000 yuan, if Tang Xiaosheng loses, I won't refund your money."

  Guo Xiangjun wrinkled her nose: "I don't need you to return the money, big brother will definitely win!"

  Wu Xing nodded: "Alright, 1000 yuan, bet on Tang Xiaosheng winning, odds 1 to 20."

  Seeing this, several martial artists next to him suddenly envied the martial artist who opened the gambling den, thinking that he had easily earned 1,000 yuan from Guo Xiang.

  The bets of the martial artists had just been placed, and the match between Tang Xiaosheng and Wu Gang was about to begin. The venue for the competition was a circular area with a diameter of about ten meters in the center of the Pai Dian Theater, and the rules were simple: whoever stepped out of this circle first would lose.

  Bang!

  Accompanied by a crisp metallic sound, the game officially began.

  The metallic sound had not yet faded when Wu Gang's foot kicked out, and he rushed out with a swift and violent straight punch.

  Tang Xiaosheng's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't panic, took two steps back to the right, turned sideways and dodged in time.

  In the past seven days, Tang Xiaosheng practiced "Yu Nu Xin Jing" with Little Dragon Girl every night, and his internal strength increased several times. With the enhancement of his internal power, his strength, reaction speed, and agility all rose by more than one level. The punch that had just defeated Wu Gang was nothing special in Tang Xiaosheng's eyes, and dodging it wasn't difficult at all.

  However, Wu Gang's punch was just a probe, and he only used less than 30% of his strength. Seeing that Tang Xiaosheng dodged easily, he was slightly surprised in his heart, and without thinking much, he clenched his fists again and launched another quick attack.

  Whoosh! Whoosh!

  In the blink of an eye, Wu Gang swung out two more punches. This time he used 70% of his strength, and these two punches were nearly twice as fast and powerful as the previous one!

  Seeing his extremely fast punching speed, many martial artists nearby were stunned and surprised. What was even more surprising to them was Tang Xiaosheng, because he had dodged the two punches safely.

  "Good kid, quite fast!" Wu Gang couldn't help but praise, Tang Xiaosheng's strength was a bit beyond his expectation.

  Just after speaking, Wu Gang's face sank, his fists were clenched together in front of his chest, his feet were inwardly buckled, and his knees were slightly bent. The pose was a bit strange, but it was an air of gathering momentum to strike.

  Seeing Wu Gang's momentum, a martial artist on the sidelines suddenly lit up and whispered excitedly: "It seems that Wu is going to use his Seven Deadly Fists!"

  "What's this 'Seven Fists of Death'?" another martial artist asked in confusion.

  "The Seven Fists of Death is a fast, fierce and strange combination fist, it's the signature move of Wudao. It's said that so far, no one has been able to dodge these seven fists. A few years ago, Wudao used these seven fists to kill an evil-doer, hence people call them 'Seven Fists of Death'!"

  "Wow, is it that serious? Isn't Tang Xiaosheng going to be in trouble?"

  Just as Wu Hang had finished speaking, with a sudden "whoosh", Wu Gang burst out instantly, like a fierce cheetah, his speed was astonishingly fast.

  At the sight, Tang Xiaosheng was also slightly startled. He had never seen such a fast speed before, like a whirlwind, rushing forward wildly. In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed to his front. Before he could react, Wu Gang's fists were already flying towards him like a stormy rain, one punch following another, each punch faster and more ferocious than the last, without any pause!

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Lightning-like six punches, like a fist net, came face to face, Tang Xiaosheng was pressed almost to the point of suffocation, one after another flying fists flew across his eyes, and the fist wind was humming loudly!

  In the midst of flying fists, Tang Xiaosheng relied solely on his instincts to dodge left and right!

  Just as he narrowly avoided the first six punches, a strange and swift uppercut suddenly shot out from below, striking his chin!

  Tang Xiaosheng was shocked in his heart, this punch was really beyond expectation. The internal force in his body surged instantly, and he violently kicked the ground with one foot, retreating several steps at full speed towards the back of his body.

  Pfft!

  A faint muffled sound, a hook punch swept past Tang Xiaosheng's chest, barely grazing his collar!

  "Call——"

  Tang Xiaosheng let out a gentle breath of relief, fortunately dodging in time. If he had just been hit by that hook punch on the chin, it was likely that he would have fainted on the spot.

  Seeing Tang Xiaosheng dodging his fatal seven punches, Wu Gang was also staring with wide eyes. This result completely exceeded his expectations. In his decades of martial arts career, only two people could stand up to his seven punches, one was the national free-fighting champion Hu Dajiang back then, and the other was Tang Xiaosheng in front of him!

  "Good boy, indeed has two strokes!" Wu Gang's face showed delight. For a martial arts enthusiast like him, encountering an expert was like finding a treasure, it was a very happy thing.

  Unlike Wu Gang's excited expression, the dozens of martial artists on the sidelines all had gloomy faces. Because Tang Xiaosheng and Wu Gang's fight had already gone through three moves, Tang Xiaosheng still hadn't been knocked down, so half of the martial artists who participated in the betting had already lost.

  What's even more deadly is that, up until now, Wu Gang has been on the offense, while Tang Xiaosheng has been defending from start to finish, and hasn't thrown a single punch. His face has remained calm throughout, looking somewhat unfathomable.

  Actually, at this time, Tang Xiaosheng's heart was also not calm, thinking of Wu Gang's seven punches just now, he still had a lingering fear. If Wu Gang struck the fatal seven punches again, Tang Xiaosheng didn't have the confidence to dodge them again.

  The old saying goes that offense is the best defense. Tang Xiao Sheng concentrated his mind, lightly clenched his fists and thought to himself: "It seems I should make my move."

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