Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 195 - 155: Not Dead at the Tomb2

"Indeed, if it weren’t for that dodging move, his chances of dying would have risen by at least twenty points, but of course, the likelihood of him surviving still isn’t high."

"Maybe this is a superpower? Like Spider-Man’s spider-sense."

"Nothing so mysterious, those who frequently practice martial arts know that masters with deep kung fu skills have this sense of danger."

...

Of course, the most spectacular was the scene of the big battle between true love fans and haters.

"Damn it, I finally found a real martial artist from Hunyuan Martial Arts School, and now he’s gone? Could this be a conspiracy by Aricans?"

"Quite possible; even if he doesn’t die, he’s definitely going to be seriously weakened, and his martial skills might not be able to advance further."

"It’s hilarious seeing all you traditional martial arts fans believe everything you see on TV. Even if he doesn’t die this ti, sooner or later, he’s going to be beaten to death in the ring by soone trained in combat sports."

"The re association of traditional martial arts and real fighting makes laugh."

"If only you watched more videos, you’d know whether he can really fight. Didn’t you see him slap down people weighing hundreds of pounds to the ground with a single palm strike?"

"Laughable; who knows if it’s all just staged drama for so obscure small competition."

"Exactly, to believe that soone with his build could slap down soone weighing three or four hundred pounds, only brainless fans would buy that."

...

Anyway, the more popular the video, the more people comnted, and the debate intensified. Accordingly, the more controversial it beca, the hotter Li Ang’s video got, nailing it in the aspect of traffic.

Inside Hunyuan Martial Arts School, a coach who had so free ti was browsing YouTube, and because he had followed Li Ang, stumbled upon this very video.

"Co over here and look, Coach Li seems to be in trouble."

With these words, whether they were in class or not, both students and coaches gathered around.

"What happened?"

"What’s wrong with Coach Li? Speak clearly, will you?"

The coaches present had all witnessed Li Ang helping them defeat the Korean challengers last ti, and there was no one who didn’t admire Li Ang’s skill.

And the students, having heard about Li Ang’s combat achievents to so extent, were all very curious about him.

Under everyone’s urging, the coach projected the video onto the large screen inside the venue.

On the screen, Li Ang was holding an exceptionally well-designed sniper rifle, seemingly shooting at a range when suddenly, the gun malfunctioned at the mont he fired. The screen was quickly obscured by smoke from the explosion, accompanied by Catina’s screams.

After watching the video, everyone fell silent, with even those who had been laughing monts before becoming subdued.

"When did this happen?"

With a grave expression, Wu Song asked in a hushed voice.

Initially, he was indeed envious of Li Ang’s talent, but as they sparred more often, his respect for Li Ang grew.

And by the ti Li Ang last intervened, Wu Song’s admiration for him had reached a point of reverence, dubbing him a martial arts prodigy without exaggeration.

"I’m not very clear, but the video was just posted today."

The phenonon of a gun malfunctioning in a country like Arica, where firearms are so prevalent, is not especially rare, and even those who are unfamiliar with guns could guess the power of the Barrett M82A1 anti-material sniper rifle just from seeing it.

"Right, Coach Wu, don’t you have his number? Give him a call and we’ll know for sure," soone suggested.

Wu Song snapped out of it as if waking from a dream, rembering this detail. He imdiately took out his phone and dialed Li Ang’s number.

At that mont, the whole venue went silent, waiting for Li Ang’s phone to connect.

However, things didn’t go as hoped; the call didn’t go through at all.

The atmosphere beca even heavier as a result.

"Coach Wu, do you know Coach Li’s ho address? Maybe we can go check on him when we have ti?"

"Oh, yes, he filled it out when he applied for the job."

Even Yan Tianqi, who was in the office reading managent books, had a complex expression upon hearing the news.

Although last ti he swallowed his pride and paid money for Li Ang to help, Li Ang had after all made a key contribution to the martial arts school, and while he might not wish for Li Ang to do too well, he certainly didn’t want such misfortune to befall him.

...

At this ti, Li Ang had already boarded his flight safely and turned his phone to airplane mode, so it would be no surprise that his phone was unreachable, and naturally, anyone visiting his ho would find nothing.

After casually staying in a hotel for the night, Li Ang arrived at the racing team’s training base early the next day.

As soon as Li Ang entered the base, he turned heads, from the security at the entrance, the janitors cleaning up, to the trainees in practice. Everyone stared at him as if they had discovered a new continent.

It was hardly surprising, considering that including the staff, Li Ang was the first Asian to co to the base.

Given the current situation, with the limited strength of local racers in his ho country, it was difficult to pick even one out of fourteen billion people who could qualify for the Tour de France.

Not to ntion that this was in Arica, where the Chinese population was already low, the odds of finding a young person qualified to join their racing team were extrely slim.