Wu shu, as I recall, is simply... Chinese martial arts. Meaning, it
applies to all of them. Perhaps a specific martial art from China?
I can't name any off of the top of my head, unfortunately, but if you
need just a random martial art... why not try one of these (Thanks to
Al-Eyx for originaly posting this):
"*Juudou (Way of Gentleness)
*Karatedou (Way of th Empty Hand)
*Kendou (Way of the Sword)
*Kyuudou (Way of the Bow --The weapon, not the gesture,
even Ranma would be hard-pressed to find a martial art
based on _that_ ^_^;)
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For some reason, this popped into my head at that :)
Ranma and his opponent stood, staring at each other warily,
the wind ruffling the foreign prince's cape and billowing clothing.
Truly, this would be the greatest test of Ranma's skills since his
defeat of Saffron, Cologne thought. Prince Marip Aman IV was said
to be descended from a dozen deities dedicated to war, ranging from
Mars of the Roman Pantheon to Kikokpipitomi, the Goddess of War to
a small African tribe located deep in the wilderness of that untamed
continent.
"Face each other," called Nabiki, a microphone in her hand and
a small sound system near her feet to broadcast to the large crowd.
"Ok, this is an anything goes match, no holds barred, and the last
one standing gets the lovely Akane Tendo, Ukyou Kuonji, Shampoo of
the Joketsuzuko Amazons, _and_ as an added bonus, Kodachi Kuno!"
Each of the lovely ladies mentioned glared at Ranma from the
sidelines, heavy chain holding them still, though an ominous
creaking suggested that the fight had better be finished quickly, or
neither of the combatants would be claiming anyone.
"Heh," Ranma snorted out, thumbing his nose briefly, then rolling
his shoulders as he stood up straighter, gazing at his opponent with a
look of confidence. "I've got this one in the bag. Ain't no way this
guy's gonna win."
"We'll see, boy," Marip boasted, "None have ever managed to defeat
me, and all save one fell without laying a finger on me." A flourish of
his cape tossed it over one shoulder, and he too stood straighter, looking
into Ranma's eyes with a smirk.
Nabiki rolled her eyes, then took up her microphone once again and
called out, "there you have it folks, the fight of the century! Our own
Ranma Saotome, Student of the Saotome Anything Goes School of Martial Arts,
versus Prince Marip Aman IV of the Dozen Deities School." She took a step
back, then signalled a lackey, a bright flood light illuminating each
fighter a moment later. "Bow to your opponent!"
Each fighter carefully bowed, a gleam flashing through Ranma's eyes
as they stood, springing back into ready stances, and Nabiki's voice rang
out through the arena, "Fight!". The roar of the crowd swelled and each
fiancee shouted something that was muffled by the gags they were wearing.
Ranma watched his opponent warily, then abruptly smirked, dropping out
of the ready stance he had taken up. He walked over to his opponent and
pushed upon the invincible prince's forehead with a single finger--Marip Aman
IV falling backwards, stiff as a board, a moment later.
Silence fell over the crowd, so Ranma took it upon himself to raise his
hands over his head, clasped in victory. The audience blinked. The fiancees
blinked. Cologne fell off her staff...and blinked. Finally, Nabiki walked
over to where the prince lay upon the ground, waving a hand in front of his
face and getting no response whatsoever.
"Umm...the winner, apparently by knock out, Ranma Saotome," announced
the mercenary Tendo sister. "So, Ranma, how did you do it?" She held out
the microphone to Ranma, who took it with a smirk.
A few steps brought the pig-tailed martial artist to Marip's head, where
he whipped off the puffy hat the prince was wearing. A dozen roundish maroon
marks were already beginning to bruise upon his forehead, each about the size
and shape of a slight pinkish discoloration in the exact center of Ranma's own
forehead.
The arrogant youth grinned, then answered Nabiki's question loud enough for
the entire audience to hear. "Why, Anything-Goes Martial Arts Bowing, of course."
He blinked as the entire audience groaned, then asked with a confused look, "What?
What did I say?"