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Chapter 263

"Coach Wu, cover up the murderer, aren't you being too partial?"

A large area was knocked down by Ding Xiu alone, and a few were killed. With Wu Bing in the middle, everyone didn't dare to move around for a while, but the brave ones couldn't help but make a sound.

It's true that Ding Xiu is great, but with so many of them swarming up, no matter how powerful an expert is, he has to come in vertically and go out horizontally.

If Ding Xiu gets out safely, what will everyone do in the future?
They are not as courageous as Ding Xiu, and they definitely wouldn't dare to kill someone, but it's okay to break his legs.

Anyway, there are so many people, no one knows who did it, and the whole family will lose tens of thousands of yuan.

Hire a good lawyer, if you are lucky, you may not have to lose money, just say that Ding Xiu killed the man first, and they came forward to stop the gangster.

What is a little troublesome now is that Wu Bing has come forward, and he has given word that everyone is not allowed to fight again.

Wu Bing is the head coach of the Beiping martial arts team. He has half an official status. After all, he is the one who works in Beiping. Everyone is a little jealous of him.

If I pissed off this guy, I might have to close my own martial arts gym later.

"Murderer, which eye of yours has seen the dead man?" Wu Bing pointed at the man who spoke with his eyebrows raised, "Isn't Liang Lu lying there? He's not dead yet."

As a referee, Liang Lu stepped forward to observe the situation as soon as he lay down. Ding Xiu's two knives looked bluffing, but they didn't cause any wounds. There were only two more purple marks and his shoulder was dislocated.

It looked like it was cut with the back of a knife.

The blood on Liang Lu's body looked scary, but it was actually a skin trauma, the wound was not deep, and there was nothing serious about it.

In the panic before, I didn't know who was yelling, saying that the person was dead, so the scene just happened, a group of people rushed forward to beat Ding Xiu.

"He's not dead? Master Liang is dead yet?"

"Keep your eyes open and take a good look. Who told you that someone died, it's just some skin trauma. The last two knives were cut with the back of the knife."

"is it?"

The middle-aged man who spoke loudly was a little embarrassed and looked towards Liang Lu.

Many people were lying on the ground now, not as messy as before, but they could see much more clearly. Liang Lu's face was as pale as paper, but his chest heaved and he was obviously still angry.

The doctor was trembling and hurriedly explained: "It's okay, it's just that I lost a lot of blood and passed out. Just send me to the hospital for some blood transfusion."

Ma De, I have seen it today. I thought it was a errand, and I could get the money happily by doing a little bit of bandaging the wound.

Who would have thought that this would be a scene that would only appear in a movie. After each scene was compared, one injured was more serious than the other. In the end, there was a gang fight. The big star Ding Xiu killed people indiscriminately.

Hearing that the doctor said that Liang Lu was fine, the Wing Chun disciples calmed down and slowly withdrew from the battlefield.

They originally wanted to avenge their master, but now that the master is fine, there is no need to fight again. If they can't beat them, they will beat them up in groups, and they will bear their bad reputation today.

If the master knows what they have done after he wakes up, he will probably die of anger.

This fight ruined Wing Chun's reputation.

Wing Chun withdrew, but the other sects were still stubborn. If they couldn't beat them, they would gang up on them.

"Master Liang is fine, what about the disciples who were hacked to death by Ding Xiu, can't they also be the back of the sword?"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone seemed to have found a just reason, and said one after another: "That's right, Ding Xiu killed people like hemp, and he was ruthless. He is not worthy of being a warrior at all."

"This kind of person should be sent to prison. We are killing harm for the people."

"As far as the agreement is concerned, we will make friends through martial arts. Look at the area lying on the ground. Those who know it is a martial arts competition, but those who don't know it will think it is a murder scene."

"We were a little impulsive, but Ding Xiu's murder is wrong after all. It is recommended to call the police and arrest people, and let the judiciary judge whether it is right or wrong."

Wu Bing didn't know if there were any dead people in the gang fight. After all, it was a bit chaotic at the time, and he didn't dare to turn his head to ask Ding Xiu now. If he asked, it meant that what the other party said was right.

But that's not the case.

"It's a little impulsive. After losing the contest, dozens of people took weapons and attacked the winner, and they tried to kill them. Is this a little impulsive?"

"Long sword, long spear, Tai Chi knife, Qinglong Yanyue knife, stick, club, dozens of people hit one, is this a little impulsive?"

"Ding Xiu's behavior seems to me to be self-defense when his life is threatened. Everything is in line with the law. Even if you don't call the police on this matter, I will go through judicial procedures."

Regardless of whether someone is dead or not, the crime of deliberate homicide cannot be borne, and Ding Xiu can only defend himself.

"never mind!"

Behind him, a hand fell on Wu Bing's shoulder. Ding Xiu gently pushed his head away, and said to the crowd, "If you want to fight, I will accompany you, but let me make it clear first. If you come again, I will not show mercy."

"In this game, we will not only distinguish between superiority and inferiority, but also life and death."

I lost it!

Hearing Ding Xiu's words, everyone jumped.

Before the relationship, I still kept my hand, said his uncle, if he kept his hand, he would kill a few, knock down a large number, if it wasn't for not keeping his hand, he would have killed a bunch.

Wu Bing was also frightened by these words, and quickly comforted Ding Xiu: "Don't be impulsive, the matter has not reached the point where it cannot be resolved, and I will handle the next matter."

"Besides, in a society ruled by law, what do you want to do if you beat your life to death? Go to jail?"

It's not worth it to spend the rest of his life in a martial arts competition, he feels pity for Ding Xiu.

"Yeah, why are you beating people to death? No one has a wife, children, parents or relatives, right?"

The one who spoke was the old man with white beard sitting on the teacher's chair beside Liang Lu.

This was the first time he spoke. He was drinking tea or eating snacks before. When Ding Xiu and the others got into a fight, the timid ones retreated to the first floor for fear of getting involved, but the old man didn't move his butt, and the whole process was leisurely. Leisurely.

Hearing the sound, Wu Bing turned his head to look over, clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Wu, you have finally spoken, let's preside over the overall situation."

Wu Wangting, the old master of Wu-style Taijiquan, the martial arts consultant of the Hong Kong Island Wushu Federation, and the owner of this year's Wu-style Taijiquan gym can only stand behind him and pass cigarettes and lighters.

Wu Wangting, who is nearly ninety years old, had a wonderful life. He fled to Hong Kong Island with his parents when he was young.

Relying on Wu's Tai Chi to make a living, he became a man of the hour in his 20s, probably because he was tired of fighting in the world. He was a middle-aged man who started a business and went ashore after bleaching. Don't support officials with various behaviors.

Regardless of his age, he doesn't have much to do. He drinks tea or listens to music all day long, but both black and white have to give some face when they see him.

There is no way, there are too many disciples and grandchildren, many of them are ruthless, and some of them are still active.

Don't worry about the teacup, Wu Wangting said calmly: "I'm an old man who just came to watch the excitement, what kind of presiding over the overall situation."

"However, I think everyone is right about one point. For martial arts competitions, stop at the end and make friends with martial arts. There is no need to make it too rigid."

Standing up and coming to the venue, Wu Wangting inspected those who were lying still, and said while inspecting: "Master Ding is still tactful in his actions, but he passed out and no one was killed."

No one was killed.

The emotional fight for a long time was all blamed on the martial arts on Hong Kong Island. They fought indiscriminately and indiscriminately. In the end, they wanted to put the shit pot on their heads and wronged Ding Xiu for killing first.

At this moment, Wu Bing was furious, raised his eyebrows, and almost cursed: "Listen, there are no casualties, what else do you have to say?"

"Today's contest, you must give me, Ding Xiu, an explanation, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Wu Wangting put his hands behind his back and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation. The major martial arts clubs who participated in the fight today will report their crimes. Besides, Ding Xiu doesn't need to admit his mistakes to Wing Chun, and he doesn't need to pay for medical expenses. The matter has turned around. Coach Wu, what do you think?" ?”

Hearing this, the major martial arts halls looked at each other in blank dismay.

Although the people who lay wailing did not die, some had broken bones, broken arms and legs, and they might have to lie in bed for two or three months after returning.

What the hell is it that one of his own people was beaten, and finally he had to publish an apology in the newspaper.

With so many people in love and such a big battle, Ding Xiu has been fulfilled.

When the newspaper comes out tomorrow, you don't need to read to know the reaction of the media and netizens. Their eight major martial arts gyms and the entire Hong Kong Island martial arts world have become Ding Xiu's stepping stones and helped him become famous.

After this war, the word Ding Xiu became very popular in the domestic martial arts circle.

Although everyone was reluctant, but the old man Wu Wangting spoke up, and they couldn't do it reluctantly. This old man was not only of high seniority, but also a consultant in the Hong Kong Island Martial Arts Federation, and he spoke exactly what he said.

Hong Kong Island is full of rivers and lakes. If the martial arts world here is compared to a martial arts world, then Wuwangting is the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world.

Who dare not give him face.

"It's still Mr. Wu who is sensible." Wu Bing cupped his hands to Wu Wangting, and answered for Ding Xiu before Ding Xiu could speak: "Then let's leave this matter as it is, and we don't want it to be incompatible."

"Good talk, good talk."

Wu Bing didn't want to pursue the matter, but Wu Wangting smiled, and his tone was much gentler.

If you really care about it, in fact, the martial arts on Hong Kong Island is not ruled.

As Wu Bing said, facing the siege of dozens of people, Ding Xiu was just defending himself. If he didn't fight back in this situation, he would be the one who would lie down.

If you go through the judicial process, the people who did it today will be counted as one, and none of them will be able to escape. Those who lie down will be beaten for nothing, and they will have to pay money and gifts.

It is the best result that everyone can discuss things peacefully and make big things smaller.

With their hands on their backs, Wu Wangting looked at Ding Xiu at this time and said, "Little friend is good at martial arts, very rare, and has the demeanor of a master. When I was your age, I was afraid I would not be able to resist a few punches from you."

Master demeanor, everyone was shocked when they heard this comment.

People who practice martial arts can brag about everything. Some say they are the champion of boxing, some are called the king of legs, the king of swords, and all kinds of extravagant nicknames.

But there is no one who dares to say that he is a master.

Even if it is someone's respectful title, the person concerned dare not answer it.

The name is too big to hold.

Let alone now, 30 years later, no one would dare to say that he is a master.

The recognized masters are only those few masters among the group of martial arts practitioners during the Republic of China.

But who are those people, the characters recorded in the history of martial arts, what is Ding Xiu, a young man in his 20s.

To say that he has the demeanor of a master is such a compliment, it's against the sky, okay?

But the person who spoke was Wu Wangting, which made everyone dare not refute.

You know, apart from his deep background and great reputation, Wu Wangting was also a master of martial arts when he was young. He punched and kicked, and he was very powerful.

The martial arts contests of their older generation were not as friendly as they are now. They would kill people, and beating disabled people was commonplace.

There are even some arenas that do not allow two people to leave the stage at the same time. On the stage, they will either live or die.

Wu Wangting was able to come from that era, and he was famous, and he knew it was not a good thing if he thought about it with his butt.

He just closed the fire, not the furnace, who would dare to frown?
"Don't dare to be a three-legged cat kung fu, it's not worth mentioning."

Ding Xiu was very modest, saying that he was only a three-legged cat, and everyone around nodded, secretly thinking that he was sensible, but he felt a little wrong after reacting.

Ding Xiu is a three-legged cat kung fu, so what are they?
Are three-legged cats inferior in kung fu?

"Hehe, the young man is very good." Wu Wangting stroked his beard and smiled, not knowing what was so good about it.

"Let's tidy up the scene. It's time to send it to the hospital. It's time to send it home. It's time to go home. Those who watched the excitement went back. There was no excitement today."

With a wave of Wu Wangting's hand, the scene became busy, carrying or lifting, and within a few minutes the scene was cleaned up, and all the lying people were carried away.

The second floor is quiet, and the street outside is crazy.

With the text live broadcast on the Internet, more and more people are watching, and everyone is looking forward to the end of this battle.

I heard shouts of murder from inside before, and there was all the sound of smashing and smashing in the back. With so many people coming out, you don't need to think about it to know that it is a big battle.

"Hello, can I interview what happened inside?"

"Why are there so many wounded sent out? Is it because you bully the few with the more?"

"May I ask what the ending will be, Wing Chun or Ding Xiu?"

"Nonsense, this old man, please take a closer look. Wing Chun Liang Road has been loaded into an ambulance. Who do you think wins?"

"However, what I'm curious about is, isn't this round a one-on-one match? How did so many people get injured? Also, what happened when Ding Xiu killed someone?"

"Ding Xiu did win this round. We have nothing to say about the rest. As for the killing, it is a fiction. You misheard me. It was Sarilang who called us. We have a friend who is from outside."

From the mouths of the eight major martial arts disciples, the media did not get much news, but it is certain that Ding Xiu won and Wing Chun lost.

This is enough.

Immediately, the text live broadcast on the Internet was updated.

"Sixth round, Ding Xiu VS Wing Chun, Ding Xiu wins!"

"In addition, many martial arts disciples were carried out. It is suspected that a large-scale gang fight occurred inside. Please listen to the follow-up report for specific information."

"Here's the news, an exclusive inside story, Liang Lu lost too badly, he was pointed out by Ding Xiu to sit where, and finally he was hacked until he lost too much blood and passed out. The disciples refused to accept the group and beat Ding Xiu. Dozens of them beat one at the scene. Was put down one by one..."

"Fuck, awesome!"

"Brute man, one hits dozens, is the upstairs filming a movie?"

"What the fuck, this Ding Xiu is too scary. I just listen to his past as a story."

"I can guarantee that it is absolutely true. I have seen Ding Xiu chasing dozens of people with a watermelon knife before."

"From today on, Ding Xiu is my idol, there is no one else."

"Bajiquan is fierce, do you still accept apprentices?"

"It's only been six rounds, is there any follow-up, wait?"

"Don't wait, it is said that there is no follow-up, Mr. Wu Wangting stepped forward, the competition is over, and the Eight Great Martial Arts Schools published an apology in the newspaper."

While netizens were still discussing in full swing, most of the people on the second floor had already left, and Ding Xiu was about to leave, but was stopped by Wu Wangting just a few steps away.

"Master Ding, I'm tired after playing for so long, let's have a cake."

Wu Wangting picked up a piece of peach cake from the plate on the table and handed it over.

Ding Xiu reached out to pick it up, but Wu Wangting didn't move at all, and said with a smile: "You can't finish eating by yourself, breaking half of it is enough."

Wu Bing, Wang Jiawei, Cheng Long, Wu Jing and others who were about to leave stopped and looked over one after another.

(End of this chapter)