Entertainment King:I Can Extract Skills from the Movies

No matter how furious the spectators were, the result on the ring remained unchanged.

Judging by Sang Biao's limp arm and shattered teeth, this clearly wasn't the outcome of a rigged match—it was pure domination.

"Fifth Match: Victory to Liang Sheng!"

The referee glanced at the cold, expressionless Du Sheng, then at the incapacitated Sang Biao, and made his announcement.

"Holy crap, holy crap!"

"Ha-ha, we won!"

Unlike the angry crowd, Ma Yaowei was overjoyed, shouting incoherently.

Though he knew Du Sheng was stronger, he hadn't imagined he was this strong.

Three moves, and the man who defeated him was utterly crushed!

It was exhilarating, a vengeance fulfilled.

Moreover, Ma Yaowei had just won over 200,000 yuan in this round, making the thrill of victory all the sweeter.

Meanwhile, Wang Yaoyang stood there trembling with excitement, unable to speak.

No wonder Du Sheng had urged him to bet heavily—it was a guaranteed win!

When he calculated his payout, nearly 120,000 yuan in profit, his heart pounded furiously.

On the other hand, Zheng Zetao, accustomed to high-stakes situations, smiled with calm satisfaction.

"Old Tan, still got funds? Want me to lend you some so you can keep running the table?"

His tone was casual, like greeting an old friend, but he waved mockingly toward Boss Tan.

The nerve of this guy!

Boss Tan cursed his rotten luck silently, his face dark with frustration.

He couldn't understand how Sang Biao had lost, but the fact remained.

In the underground gambling world, a loss was a loss. He couldn't afford to tarnish his reputation by refusing to pay.

Luckily, the number of bettors who wagered on an upset was relatively small, so the losses were manageable.

"Sheng Bro, we hit the jackpot!"

Wang Yaoyang returned with a suitcase full of cash, his face flushed with excitement.

Inside was 720,000 yuan!

For a kid from the countryside, seeing such a sum was like a dream come true.

Du Sheng only smiled faintly and said,

"It's not over yet. Hold onto it for now."

Ma Yaowei, lugging his own bag of cash, was equally thrilled.

"That's right! There's still the prize pool money—four more matches to go!"

With Du Sheng's dominance, it felt like easy money.

And indeed, the next four matches were a breeze.

Given Du Sheng's overwhelming display of strength, few dared to step up and challenge him.

Even those sour over losing their bets grudgingly acknowledged his prowess.

However, Boss Tan, sensing the tide turning, packed up and left, refusing to continue hosting bets.

Though disappointed at losing out on more earnings, Du Sheng was consoled by the 103,000 yuan sitting in the prize pool.

In total, he had pocketed a staggering 720,000 yuan in one night—a true rags-to-riches moment.

With the added value of the golden leaf ornaments and antique sword he'd won earlier, Du Sheng was sitting on a fortune.

This windfall meant he could now invest in The Snow Goddess production, potentially reaping significant returns.

If nothing else, his newfound status as an investor would elevate his standing, much like The Heavenly Dragon's producer Zhang Zhizong.

No one would dare boss him around then.

As Du Sheng stepped down from the ring, Ma Yaowei and Wang Yaoyang rushed to his side, their admiration palpable.

The group began packing up to leave when Zheng Zetao approached with a proposition.

"Mr. Du, interested in making even more money?"

He waved off the scantily clad woman accompanying him, his tone filled with genuine appreciation.

"I'm into martial arts myself. How about becoming my personal coach? I guarantee you'll find the pay worthwhile."

"Personal coach?"

Du Sheng pondered briefly, then shook his head.

"My style is practical combat, also known as 'fighting techniques.'

And what's the rule about fighting techniques?

You don't get it right unless you're in a fight—and when you fight, it's against the law.

If you're looking for fitness or aesthetically pleasing forms, you're better off hiring a professional instructor."

Du Sheng's words reflected his understanding of martial arts' three main forms: combat, practice, and performance.

Internet-famous "masters" like Ma Baoguo or Lei Lei, with their flashy but hollow techniques, belonged to the third category—performance.

These tricks sullied the reputation of genuine martial arts, turning them into laughingstocks.

Even true martial artists were reluctant to teach fighting techniques due to their inherent risks:

1. Practicality leads to legality issues:

The techniques are designed to incapacitate or kill, making them liabilities in civilian life.

2. Responsibility for disciples:

If a student caused harm, the master could be implicated.

Du Sheng's adoptive father had only taught him out of respect for his late biological father.

Zheng Zetao, having some martial arts background, understood the constraints and sighed.

"Times have changed.

And at my age, it's unlikely I could achieve much anyway."

Abandoning the idea of coaching, Zheng proposed a new plan:

"How about entering professional fighting competitions instead?

With the level you showed tonight, you could easily secure a title in Hong Kong or Macau. I'd be happy to sponsor you!"

"Sponsor me?"

Du Sheng raised an eyebrow.

"How exactly?"

Zheng, an avid fight enthusiast, quickly explained:

"Simple. I'll cover all your expenses—training, accommodations, travel—you name it."

His excitement was evident as he added,

"I can even buy a gym in Hong Kong for you to train at. All you need to do is focus on winning matches."

Du Sheng arched a brow.

"Sounds expensive. What's in it for you?"

Zheng Zetao didn't hold back.

"Frankly? With your skills, I'm confident you'd dominate international competitions.

Imagine the profits from betting on your fights—not to mention endorsements and appearance fees. We'd both make a fortune!"

Wang Yaoyang and Ma Yaowei exchanged glances, intrigued by the prospect.

Even with just fight purses and sponsorships, this path seemed lucrative.

Take Tyson, for example—his recent fight alone brought in $15 million in appearance fees and 70% of pay-per-view sales, totaling $45 million.

Converted to yuan, that was over 300 million.

"Where else could you earn money like this?"

Compared to the entertainment industry's slow grind, the fighting world seemed like a faster, more lucrative option.

Du Sheng couldn't deny the appeal.

A good showing in international competitions could boost his fame and bankroll

future acting roles.

But did he really need Zheng Zetao's backing?

With his connections, he could carve his own path in Hong Kong without splitting the profits.

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