Chapter 36: Chinese Kung Fu Show, I Want to Take on Ten!

"Thank you, Bob!"

Wang Zhong smiled and expressed his gratitude.

"The rules of the game are simple. You ten people push me, and if I move even a step, I lose. This game is just a straightforward test of strength!"

"Did I hear that right? You want them to push you all at once?"

Bob looked at Wang Zhong, who had already taken a horse stance, with disbelief.

"Of course, if I move even a bit, I lose!"

Wang Zhong affirmed.

"This is the craziest game I've ever heard of!"

Bob swallowed hard, still in disbelief.

The other young men and women also looked surprised and disbelieving.

The ten selected men, after their initial surprise, showed looks of wild joy.

The black man George even started a spontaneous street dance to celebrate his anticipated victory.

The onlookers clapped and cheered from time to time.

"Hey, buddy, you haven't won yet!"

Wang Zhong, feeling a bit annoyed, looked at the overjoyed George.

"Buddy, you're the most generous person I've ever met! I think I can take you down all by myself!"

George stopped dancing, rolled up his sleeves, and showed his muscular arms, grinning mischievously.

"Let's see about that!"

Wang Zhong smiled.

"Push!"

George's palm, like a fan, tightly grabbed Wang Zhong's shoulder, and he used his arms to push with all his might.

But Wang Zhong's legs were like roots in the ground, and no matter how hard George tried, Wang Zhong didn't budge an inch.

"George, did you skip breakfast? Put some effort in, don't be a wimp!"

A few young men, seeing Wang Zhong remain unmoved, mocked George.

Feeling humiliated, George grew more determined. He used his shoulder to push against Wang Zhong's chest, stomped his feet, and charged like a bull.

"Damn it, George, stop!"

Bob was shocked and shouted angrily.

The other men and women also looked at the crazed George in disbelief.

"Stop, you'll get hurt!"

But the crazed George paid no attention. In front of the astonished crowd, he charged at Wang Zhong's chest with his shoulder.

Wang Zhong, seeing the large, crazed man charging at him, showed no panic. Years of training had made every muscle in his body as hard as steel.

George's aggressive move, however, seemed to have little effect on Wang Zhong.

Bang!

George's shoulder collided with Wang Zhong's chest!

George's face showed no joy, only disbelief.

He felt as if he had hit not a human body but a mass of cotton. It felt as if he had punched the air, leaving him feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Wang Zhong's shoulder trembled slightly, and he used Tai Chi techniques to neutralize George's force.

"Oh, God, how did he do that?"

The onlookers were stunned, feeling a sense of disbelief.

Everyone knew how strong George was, yet the thin Wang Zhong remained completely still, while George, like a bull, puffed out his nostrils and stomped his feet, his face turning red from the effort.

The crowd also realized that it wasn't that George lacked strength, but that Wang Zhong was too strong.

"I think your friend needs some help!"

Wang Zhong, without looking at George hanging on him, smiled at the other nine.

The other nine exchanged glances.

Two of them went behind George and started pushing with all their might.

"Go, go!"

The onlookers cheered them on, but after two minutes, Wang Zhong still didn't budge under the combined force of three people.

"John, Lake, you two help too!"

A young man who seemed to be the leader of the group frowned and said softly.

Two more strong men joined the effort, but Wang Zhong stood firm like a pillar, unmoved by their combined strength.

Finally, the last five joined in, forming a line of ten strong men. Wang Zhong, though small in comparison, remained immovable no matter how hard the ten men tried.

"Oh, amazing Easterner, amazing Chinese Kung Fu!"

The onlookers applauded enthusiastically, paying tribute to Wang Zhong.

"Everyone, lift him up!"

"Get his feet off the ground!"

The ten strong men, unable to move Wang Zhong, quickly changed their strategy. Instead of pushing straight, they surrounded him, grabbing his legs and arms, trying to lift him off the ground.

Wang Zhong's eyes showed approval. These big guys had some brains!

Once a martial artist's feet leave the ground, their control over their body is greatly reduced.

But Wang Zhong didn't think they could lift him. He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, lowered his center of gravity, and used the technique of a thousand-pound drop.

"Hey, guys, that's cheating!"

Bob blew his whistle, unhappy.

A few of the strong men, feeling their pride wounded, ignored him.

"Up!"

The ten strong men chanted and pushed together.

But no matter how hard they tried, Wang Zhong remained immovable. They ended up exhausted and panting.

"Hey, buddy, you feel heavier than a bull!"

George, the most exhausted, lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

"We lost, are you a superman?"

"I think you must have superpowers!"

William ran over excitedly, pinched Wang Zhong's arm, and said seriously.

"No, I don't have superpowers, but I know Chinese Kung Fu!"

Wang Zhong, looking at the serious William, couldn't help but smile.

"I know, you Chinese are always modest, it must be like that!"

William didn't accept Wang Zhong's explanation and automatically filled in the blanks.

"Wang, you're the strongest man we've ever seen!"

A few pretty Australian girls came up to Wang Zhong without any shyness.

"I hope I can spend a pleasant holiday with you."

"Maria, you can't do that!"

George, lying on the ground, looked at one of the blonde girls angrily.

"George, we're done! I've found a better man!"

Maria, looking at George on the ground, said without a care.

Wang Zhong, looking at the young, beautiful girls, felt a headache. The cultural differences between East and West made him react slowly.

"Mr. Wang is my fiancé!"

Rulan stood between Wang Zhong and the girls, like a lioness, using her anger to declare her territory.

"Wang, I'd be happy to get your call!"

The girls, disappointed, dispersed. A few bold ones even slipped their phone numbers into Wang Zhong's pocket in front of Rulan.

Seeing Rulan's fierce expression, Wang Zhong could only smile bitterly.

After much effort, he finally calmed Rulan down.

The banquet officially began, and everyone looked at Wang Zhong with surprise and admiration!

Even the elderly Mr. and Mrs. John were no exception!

This was the respect given to the strong by the weak.

Wang Zhong was long accustomed to such looks and skillfully cut the golden roasted lamb leg into coin-sized pieces with a dinner knife.

He sprinkled salt and cumin according to taste.

Smelling the rich aroma, Wang Zhong couldn't help but feel his appetite grow!

He placed the seasoned meat in front of Rulan, and seeing her happy expression, Wang Zhong felt it was all worth it.

Old John, looking at the couple showing affection, turned to look at Catherine. Catherine also looked at John, and they shared a knowing smile, the air filled with happiness.

William, Bob, Uncle Huang, George, and others were also infected, their faces beaming with happiness.

The atmosphere of the banquet became lively, and Wang Zhong, due to his amazing performance, rightfully became the star of the event.

The energetic young men surrounded Wang Zhong, excitedly asking him to teach them Chinese Kung Fu.

Wang Zhong took this opportunity to explain Chinese culture and Kung Fu to the Australians and invited them to visit Hong Kong when they had the chance.

"Really? That's great!"

Several people immediately said they would visit Hong Kong this year. After exchanging contact information, Wang Zhong politely got up to leave.

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