The news that Ip Man, a powerful figure from Ancient Country, single-handedly challenged the world's strongest fighters has become widely known after this period of time.
As the debate intensified through various media outlets, the public opinion surrounding the contest escalated, transforming it from a simple matter of victory or defeat into something far more complex than just saving face.
Perhaps saying it would affect national self-confidence is an exaggeration, but if Ling Yi loses, it will definitely be a huge blow to the people of the Ancient Country.
Therefore, Ling Yi cannot afford to lose, and Western countries do not want to lose either.
Especially given the current turbulent international situation, the impact of this competition has spread to many different areas.
It has truly attracted worldwide attention.
On the massive solid wood arena, Ling Yi stood proudly with his eyes slightly closed, quietly awaiting the start of the match.
Below the ring, there were endless spectators and reporters from various countries.
On the other side of the arena were more than a hundred experts from different countries.
They had all signed a waiver of life and death, and were all staring intently at the seemingly thin and weak, harmless-looking Eastern man on the ring.
Meanwhile, Ling Yi's live stream had reached its Pinnacle popularity, while other live streams only had a handful of viewers left.
It's fair to say that Ling Yi's live stream alone accounted for 99% of the viewership.
The barrage of comments was like a waterfall, with viewers from all over the world arguing fiercely in Ling Yi's live stream.
[Haha, what a fool! He wants to challenge the whole world by himself. Just wait and see him get smashed to a pulp by our Ugly Nation's Dali!]
[ The Fist Dao of my Great Universe Country is the most powerful; Ancient Country Kung Fu Hustle are just for show!]
[The karate masters of my Sakura-chan Country are the strongest.]
[Yes, yes, do the experts in your country know how to fly?]
[What's the meaning?]
[These idiots don't even know how awesome 9527 is. Same question, can your country's experts fly?]
[Same question, can the experts in your country fly?]
[...]
The screen below was flooded with comments, leaving viewers in other countries somewhat confused. What did this mean? What did "can fly" mean? Did this 9527 actually fly?
[A bunch of trash, they can't even fly, they're nothing!]
[It's nothing!]
[It's nothing!]
[...]
Another wave of posts flooded the screen.
Ling Yi was unaware that his live stream had gone viral. At the moment, he was adjusting his mental state, concealing his Aura, and looking just like an ordinary person.
Reporters from various countries below snapped photos incessantly, their flashes practically turning Ling Yi into a blinding blur.
On the other side of the ring, there is a special spectator area.
They were all dressed in suits and ties, looking very well-dressed.
These people were officials from various countries, each exuding arrogance, disdain, and Taunt.
In the eyes of these people, the impression that Easterners are weak is deeply ingrained.
"Ta-da!"
Three gong sounds rang out, and the scene gradually quieted down. The competition had finally begun.
Ling Yi opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his face. He rolled up his sleeves, took two steps forward, and stood at the edge of the arena.
" Wing Chun, the Ip Man of Wing Chun, is the current champion. Anyone may challenge me in the ring for the next three days."
"There are no referees, no rules. You can come up one by one, or all at once."
After a pause, Ling Yi said coldly, "Since we've determined who's superior and who's inferior, and to decide life and death, you can all come up here to die!"
As soon as Ling Yi finished speaking, a figure leaped onto the arena.
The man was short but extremely muscular, dressed in a white training uniform with a headband tied around his forehead.
"Easterner, your Kung Fu Hustle is terrible, mine... pfft!"
Before he could finish speaking, Ling Yi had already Teleportation in front of him and delivered a Lightning punch to his heart.
People seemed to hear a muffled thud, and the next moment, this karate expert from Sakura-chan Country fell straight down.
Several medical staff rushed over immediately, and after a moment, one of the Doctor swallowed hard and said, "Confirmed dead."
The audience erupted in uproar, everyone staring at Ling Yi in disbelief.
He died just like that? That was way too fast!
"Next! But I suggest you all come up together!"
Before the Doctor could even carry the body away, three Martial Practitioner from the Sakura-chan Country jumped up.
Unlike the previous Martial Practitioner from Sakura-chan Country, these three all carried samurai swords.
Without any unnecessary words, they rushed towards Ling Yi from three directions.
Most of the audience were from the Ancient Country, and they were immediately outraged by what they saw. But before their anger could even build, the Combat on the stage was over.
The three men's katana inexplicably stopped half a meter from Ling Yi's body.
Then, Ling Yi delivered three Lightning- fast kicks, snapping the necks of the three warriors. The three Sakura-chan Country warriors flew off the stage like three tattered sacks, falling to the ground below.
"Next!" Ling Yi withdrew his foot and said coldly and arrogantly.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The arena suddenly trembled, and a burly white man with a long beard walked up from the entrance.
This burly man was over 2.2 meters tall and extremely obese, looking like a giant ball of flesh.
"It's Tank Hans. I know this guy. He's famous in the Ugly Nation., invincible Ugly Nation. His fat is his best defense. Master Ye is in danger now."
Someone in the crowd gasped in surprise.
"Hehehe, little bug, let Grandpa Hans smash you flat."
Hans clenched his fists, a cruel smile on his face, and walked step by step toward Ling Yi.
Ling Yi remained standing there calmly, watching him indifferently.
Hans was very displeased with Ling Yi's expression. Shouldn't this little bug be afraid of him?
"Die!"
Hans threw a punch at Ling Yi, but Ling Yi neither dodged nor avoided it. Instead, he grabbed Hans's wrist with his left hand and shoved him forward.
"Crack!"
Hans's arm was severed, twisted irregularly.
"Ah!"
The intense pain caused Hans to scream like a wild Beast.
But Ling Yi didn't let go. He grabbed his already injured arm, took a half step back, and suddenly swung it upwards.
Hans's massive body was actually flung into the air by Ling Yi.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Yi leaped high into the air, his knee slamming hard into Hans's lumbar spine.
"Click!"
The chilling sound of bones breaking rang out again, and Hans was once again sent flying several meters into the air by Ling Yi's knee strike. Hans was now five or six meters in the air.
But at this moment, Ling Yi's figure shifted half a meter horizontally in mid-air, completely defying the laws of Physics, and by stepping on the air, he actually rose several meters higher.
Then Ling Yi raised his right foot high and swung his battle axe down, striking Hans in the chest.
Poor Hans, like a shooting star, fell heavily from the sky and crashed into the ground below the ring with a loud thud, his entire body slamming half a foot deep into the ground.
Blood gushed from Hans's mouth and nose, he trembled a few times, and then fell completely silent.
At this moment, Ling Yi descended slowly from the sky, like a banished immortal.
"Next!" Ling Yi said indifferently.
Having consecutively killed five powerful individuals, Ling Yi's strength has increased significantly once again.
The improvement in physical defense and strength is particularly noticeable.
Passive Role-Playing Aura System!
Host: Ling Yi!
Currently playing the role of: Fung Yu-sau (180%)!
Available role-playing characters: 1. Leng Feng, 2. Guan Yu, 3. Yue Buqun (Note: Once a new role-playing character is selected, the currently selected role will be automatically replaced and cannot be undone!)
Cultivation level: Peak Dan Jin + Body Tempering Sixth Layer!
Activate skills: Wing Chun Great Perfection, Eight Slashing Knives Great Perfection, Tai Chi Fist Great Perfection, Xingyi Fist Quan Great Perfection, Eight-Direction Sword Technique Great Perfection, Tendon- Muscle-Dividing and Bone-Dislocating Hand Great Perfection, Twelve-Route Springing Legs Great Perfection!
Ling Yi's second actor choice was Fung Yu-sau.
Although Fung Yu-sau did not improve his martial arts level, he mastered all kinds of Kung Fu Hustle to the extreme, especially the Body Refining method, which, although not on the skill list, was placed on the cultivation list.
Fung Yu-sau's strength is largely due to his self-destructive Body Refining methods.
This also significantly improved Ling Yi's abilities.
Feng Yuxiu's portrayal Fung Yu-sau the character was so convincing that Ling Yi had some guesses about the extent of his acting skills.
Tank Hans's death instantly silenced the ring.
The top fighters from various countries who were originally preparing to step into the ring were all terrified.
Is this Eastern Kung Fu Hustle? Or is this some kind of Eastern deity? Can humans really defeat this kind of monster?
However, at this point, it's not something they can simply choose not to fight.
They now bear the honor of their respective countries; they cannot retreat, nor dare they retreat, otherwise, their own people will tear them apart.
But if they wanted to beat Ling Yi, they had no choice but to cheat, and to cheat in front of everyone.
One of the Ugly Nation walked up to these experts with a box and then injected each of them with a green cesium potion.
This is a concentrated version of hormone medication that allows these people to temporarily Ignore pain and unleash their maximum potential by pushing their bodies to the limit.
Then, like Beast, they all rushed onto the stage.
Ling Yi sneered. In the face of absolute strength and those who have cheated, any conspiracy or scheme is a joke.
This time, Ling Yi showed no mercy, each move aimed to kill.
In just ten minutes, all 113 experts from various countries, except for Ling Yi, were turned into corpses on the arena.
Ling Yi stood proudly like Invincible War God, his gaze sweeping across the entire arena. No one from any country dared to meet Ling Yi eyes, and they all involuntarily lowered their heads.
"Smack!"
Just then, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet flew out from a building not far away, heading straight for Ling Yi's head.
But then, something shocking happened: when the bullet got within five meters of Ling Yi, it began to slow down inexplicably and finally stopped abruptly in front of Ling Yi.
Ling Yi extended two fingers and pinched it in his hand.
Then, the image freezes...