In a blink of an eye, the opening day of the Chinese-foreign boxing match came. Due to the turmoil caused by the mass killings of Shura in black, in order to calm the turmoil and ease the conflicts between the Chinese and foreigners, the British colonial government was also very concerned about this match. Although David, the foreign superintendent in charge of the matter, was greedy for money and lustful, and was secretly called "Ghost Head" by his subordinate Fei Bo and others, this time, he did not dare to show any slightness.
In order to make the Huayang Boxing Tournament beautiful, Guitou not only requisitioned a large indoor square, but also invited all the more than 200 disciples of Hong Zhennan Martial Arts School to serve as free volunteers. Therefore, although the time was shorter, The entire venue is very open and bright.
Ye Wen brought Jiang Chen, Huang Liang, Xu Shichang and others to the stadium hall. They came neither early nor late. There were already many people gathered in the hall, including Chinese, foreigners, some in ragged clothes, and some in ragged clothes. The people were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and each took his seat according to the ticket number in his hand. On the ring, a group of Hong Fist disciples dressed in black had already set up a formation, and were rehearsing the Hong Fist moves one by one.
"Master Ye!" While Ye Wen, Jiang Chen and others were watching the performance on stage, Hong Zhennan came over.
"Master Hong!" Ye Wen quickly stood up, cupped his fists and raised his hands, and said politely: "Thank you, Master Hong, for those tickets, which allow us to have a long experience."
"You're welcome, you're welcome." Hong Zhennan smiled and waved his hand: "In a while, each sect will send people to perform. You ask your disciples to prepare too. Later, we can go up together to show our faces. We can also take this opportunity to promote it. You are a Wing Chun sect.”
"Thank you!" Ye Wen's words were full of gratitude. After all, the time he had established the sect in Hong Kong was too short. Although he had Jiang Chen's deliberate promotion before, his qualifications were still too young. Now that he has such a publicity opportunity, for The future development of Wing Chun is definitely a good thing.
Hong Zhennan had other martial arts masters to greet, so he didn't show any politeness to Ye Wen. He just received a salute and then turned to greet others.
While Hong Zhennan was greeting the martial arts masters in Hong Kong, at the VIP table on the other side, Gui Tou, who was responsible for organizing the Huayang boxing match, had a look of displeasure on his face.
At this moment, a tall and sturdy British man walked in from behind. He patted Guitou on the shoulder very enthusiastically: "Hi! Buddy!"
"Hello, Tai Lai!" When he saw the visitor, Guitou quickly stood up to greet him. "Before the competition, we have prepared a program for you!" As he spoke, he quickly invited the visitor to sit down and pointed to the martial arts performance on the ring.
Taylor is the real name of the British boxing champion "Tornado".
"Thank you!" Tornado thanked him and then sat down. Looking at Zheng Weiji and others who were performing Hong Fist on the ring, he couldn't help but tilted his head and asked inexplicably: "What is this? British pantomime? Why are they doing this? Dancing and shouting at the same time?”
"..." Hearing Tornado's words, Guitou shook his head and looked at the performance on the ring with a mocking smile on his face, "Taylor, that's not a British pantomime, that's Chinese martial arts. They believe that , shouting will make them full of power!"
"Ha!" Tornado couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Really? Then I'll give them a reason to scream, okay?"
"Go!" Guitou and the others couldn't help but let out a burst of malicious laughter.
Tornado curled his lips, then stood up from the chair and went straight to the ring. He looked at the Hong Fist disciples who were waving their hands and splitting their feet, with a look of ridicule on his face.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the tornado is ready to try!" Seeing the tornado on stage, the host first said it in English, and then said in Chinese: "The boxing champion seems to be very interested in Chinese martial arts!"
At this time, Zheng Weiji and other Hongquan disciples finally finished practicing a set of boxing techniques and were thanking the audience in the audience.
"Very good!" Tornado looked at the applauding audience around him and shrugged, expressing that he couldn't understand. He felt that he should show what his real power was. He walked over and looked at Zheng Weiji, who was standing at the front of the team, and smiled. He said: "Hit me!"
"Huh?" Zheng Weiji didn't understand English, so he looked at the person in front of him with confusion.
"Punch me!" Seeing that Zheng Weiji didn't seem to understand what he said, Tornado repeated it and hit his chest with his fist.
This time, although Zheng Weiji didn't understand, he already understood what the other party meant. The ghost guy in front of him was obviously looking for trouble. Seeing the contempt on the other party's face, he immediately clenched his fists and punched hard , and smashed it towards the opponent's chest.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound. With his strong physique, Tornado forcefully received the punch, but the expression on his face did not change at all.
"Awesome! Cool!" Seeing that their country's boxing champion took the Chinese man's punch without moving, the British people in the audience immediately gave their boxing champion enthusiastic applause.
Feeling an itching force on his chest, Tornado grabbed Zheng Weiji's fist and taunted: "Try harder, come on!"
"Hahaha..." When the British people in the audience saw that their country's boxing champion seemed to be teasing the Chinese boxers, they suddenly burst into piercing laughter.
"Come on, come on..." Listening to the harsh laughter coming from the audience and looking at the ghost guys who kept shouting in front of him, Zheng Weiji couldn't help but have a flash of anger on his face. He knew that this was the foreign ghosts bullying him and the Chinese. Naturally, he no longer thought about holding back. He immediately raised his hand and punched the opponent's head hard.
The head is a vital part of the human body. Although Tornado is a bit arrogant, he is not stupid. Naturally, it is impossible for him to let Zheng Weiji's punch hit his head. He immediately raised his hand to deflect Zheng Weiji's right fist, followed by a simple A simple uppercut, with great strength and speed, directly knocked Zheng Weiji away. He fell hard several meters away and fainted.
Seeing his apprentice being knocked unconscious, Hong Zhennan, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't sit still. Just as he was about to stand up, he was forcefully held down by Fei Bo, who was sitting next to him, and then shook his head at him. Fei Bo and Hong Zhennan have been old friends for decades, so how could they not know Hong Zhennan's temper? It's just that Hong Zhennan has offended Guitou. If something goes wrong again now, then Hong Zhennan really won't be able to survive in Hong Kong.
"Come on!" On the ring, Zheng Weiji was knocked unconscious with one punch. Tornado despised the so-called "Chinese Kung Fu" even more and shouted loudly to the remaining Hong Fist disciples. They were all young people. They couldn't bear the provocation from the ghost guy. They punched and kicked one after another and rushed towards the tornado. Tornado obviously didn't care about this. At that moment, he used his strength and speed to knock down the rushing Hong Fist disciple to the ground with three punches and two kicks. He repeatedly knocked down the opponent, making Tornado's momentum even more arrogant. , laughed wildly and said: "See, this is power!"
The British people in the audience, seeing the easy opponent of their country's boxing champion, applauded and cheered, and some even whistled.
"Go up and save people." At this moment, Jiang Chen gave an order and quickly directed the Wing Chun disciples to go up to the stage to rescue the Hong Fist disciple who was knocked to the ground. Upon seeing this, the disciples from other sects also rushed up and carried him up. .
"Is this Chinese martial arts?" Looking at the disciples of various sects who were busy rescuing Hong Quan disciples, Tornado imitated Hong Quan and mocked: "You should go back to dance!" The translator on the side then spoke into the microphone. He shouted: "The boxing champion said that your Chinese martial arts are useless, so you should go back to dancing!"
"What did you say, foreign devil!"
"Looking for death, you damn foreign devil!"
Hearing the translated words, the warriors from various sects sitting under the stage suddenly became excited. They stood up one after another, pointed at the tornado on the stage and cursed angrily. In an instant, the entire arena hall was in chaos, even on the stage. In this way, many people rushed to the ring, and the official representatives of the boxing match also rushed into the ring to prevent this conflict.
Seeing the ghost guy yelling fiercely, Huang Liang was a passionate young man after all. He couldn't bear it anymore. An angry look flashed across his face. He lifted the rope next to him and moved forward along the edge of the ring, directly around the tornado. Behind him, he saw that the other party was knocking down the people running past the barrier with one punch. He felt angry and raised his hand to punch the other party directly in the head!