Before Wang Lin could think about it, Bruce Lee suddenly attacked.
The fist was as fast as lightning. Whether it was speed or power, it was much stronger than what Wang Ning had used previously.
Unfortunately, although Wang Lin didn't know any martial arts, he was invincible!
No matter how fast Bruce Lee was, no matter how fierce his fist was, in Wang Lin's eyes, it was as slow as a snail and as weak as an ant. He didn't even need to use any techniques to easily knock Bruce Lee to the ground.
Boom!
After Bruce Lee fell to the ground, Wang Lin had the chance to study the strange situation that was happening.
"Um, are you Bruce Lee?"
"Bruce Lee? Who's that? I'm Chen Zhen."
Bruce Lee, who was knocked down by Wang Lin, angrily stared at Wang Lin. He wanted to get up, but Wang Lin's punch looked simple, but it was so powerful that Bruce Lee couldn't stand up.
"Chen Zhen?"
Wang Lin looked at Bruce Lee with some confusion. Then why do you know Wing Chun and Jeet Kune Do?”
"Is it strange for me, Chen Zhen, to use Wing Chun?”
Wang Lin felt a bit confused. Bruce Lee said he was Chen Zhen, but he used Wing Chun and Jeet Kune Do.
Combined with his surroundings, Wang Lin gradually sorted out his thoughts.
The current dream was the era when Chen Zhen kicked the "Sick Man of East Asia" plaque, which was why Bruce Lee thought he was Chen Zhen.
And because Zhang Ning's memory of Bruce Lee was only Wing Chun and Jeet Kune Do, this " Chen Zhen " only knew Wing Chun and Jeet Kune Do.
Wang Lin understood. This was a dream, after all, and the character settings could be set as they wished. Even if a Super Saiyan appeared, it wouldn't be strange.
"Chen Zhen, right? Don't worry, we're on the same side, we're all from China.”
As Wang Lin spoke, he pointed at the Taekwondo masters.”
Chen Zhen heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the Japanese people who were bleeding from their seven orifices.
Although his body was still in pain, he still bowed to Wang Lin."I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't expect China to have such a strong martial artist like you. I wonder what your name is."”
"My name is Wang Lin, but I'm not a hero. I just have a bit of strength.”
"Wang Lin…"
Chen Zhen muttered in his heart as he thought about the famous masters in China, but he really couldn't think of any master named Wang Lin.
"Perhaps this is a true chivalrous man. After the matter is done, he will brush away his clothes and hide his achievements and fame.”
Chen Zhen admired Wang Lin even more and his tone was filled with respect.
Looking at Chen Zhen, Wang Lin's eyes suddenly lit up.
"If I learned real martial arts in my dream, wouldn't I be able to learn it in real life?”
Wang Lin felt that his idea was right. Although he was invincible, this was a bonus function from the system and couldn't be brought to the real world.
Perhaps only the things he learned in the dream could be brought back to reality.
"Chen Zhen, can you teach me the martial arts you use?”
"Ah?"
Chen Zhen's eyes widened and his tone was a little excited. My martial arts are far inferior to yours.”
In Chen Zhen's view, Wang Lin's martial arts had already reached the level of returning to the original.
Every move and style contained mysterious and unfathomable principles. Just like just now, a single punch had passed through his attack path and hit him head-on.
This was the truest description of returning to simplicity.
A martial arts expert actually wanted to learn from him. This was like Ma Yun learning the way of starting a business from a new boss. Of course, Chen Zhen felt extremely honored.
Seeing Chen Zhen's excitement, Wang Lin felt a bit happy.
Regardless of whether the person in front of him was Bruce Lee or Chen Zhen, Wang Lin's vanity was satisfied to be worshipped by the two of them.
"Then let's start now!"
"Wait! Master Wang Lin and this plaque.”
Wang Lin looked at the plaque with the words "Sick Man of East Asia" and his eyes lit up.
"Leave it to me!"
When Wang Lin walked out of the dojo with the "Sick Man of East Asia" sign, the street was filled with people.
Looking at the retro buildings and the people wearing the costumes of the Republic of China, Wang Lin muttered,"Although it's a dream, it's still quite real!"”
"Huaxia people are not sick men of East Asia!”
Wang Lin's roar echoed across the entire city.
With this roar, he threw the plaque in his hand into the air and kicked it hard.
Boom!
In an instant, the plaque that marked " Sick Man of East Asia " was instantly shattered into countless pieces.
This scene was captured by a reporter who happened to pass by.
Wang Lin didn't know what it meant to connect the dream realm to reality.
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