Lu Zheng had not expected that in just a year or two, Full Armor Fighting clubs had grown from four nationwide to twelve.
Rich second-generation youngsters around the country who were interested in Traditional Martial Arts and Full Armor Fighting had all begun recruiting people and setting up clubs of their own.
Aside from subsidies from their own pockets, their funding came from attracting sponsors through friendly matches, livestream donations, and selling all manner of traditional cold weapons and equipment, ancient-style clothing, ornaments, and the like.
And would you believe it, with self-media and livestream shopping growing ever more popular these days, they had actually managed to turn small losses into gains, even balancing their income and expenses. A group of people who knew kung fu but did not know how to promote themselves had all begun living good lives.
Zhao Wenyu, who owned a factory and served as an upstream supplier, made another small fortune.
Of course, as their publicity and reputation steadily improved, they had also cut into the profits of certain people who made money off Traditional Martial Arts. Aside from trading insults online, the Full Armor Fighting side decisively challenged them to offline fights, instantly shutting that crowd up.
It could not be helped. Arranging private fights offline was indeed against the law, but Full Armor Fighting was a sport.
It was not as though no one refused to believe it. But how could kung fu influencers who only knew how to shoot videos possibly be a match for a group of people who actually put in the work? If the Full Armor Fighting club members truly stepped into a ring, they might not be opponents for professionals in the same weight class, but they had at least fought in full armor for real. They beat