Chapter 4 Muay Thai is coming, Wang Zhong Zhan Pengxin!

"When the auspicious time comes, the inauguration ceremony of the Chinese Warriors Association has officially begun!" shouted Di Dalong, who served as the master of ceremonies, who had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, was a veteran fighter in Hong Kong, and became famous in one fell swoop with the hero series.

The sound of gongs and drums sounded.

The two lions shook their heads and ran out!

Lion dance is a common entertainment activity in Hong Kong and Taiwan, and it is also a blessing ceremony to celebrate with the youth.

But today's two lions are slightly different from the common ones, not only are they bigger and look mighty and domineering, but they are also very flexible, jumping and tumbling, making the audience applaud from time to time.

Let the people of the Chinese Samurai Association feel very fortunate.

What Miyayuda and the directors paid attention to was the pace of these two male lions, which were low and steady, and their movements were neat, and they had more than ten years of hard work at a glance.

"Those two masters are the ones who dance the lion, and they are good, and they are going the way of a foreign family!" asked Miyayuda with a smile.

"It's Liu Jialiang and Liu Jiahui, two brothers, his father once worshipped Huang Feihong's disciple Lin Shirong as a teacher, and learned the kung fu of iron fist, iron horse and hard bridge!"

Ma San whispered in Miya's ear.

Miyahata didn't speak, and watched with a smile as the two lions went up the mountain and grabbed the ball.

Yuan Heping looked at the two lions excitedly, Foshan Huang Feihong, a good theme, the title is called the Lion King Competition!

"I'm waiting to come uninvited, I hope you don't be surprised!"

A small, but muscular figure separates the crowd.

"Who are you?"

Without Gong Yutian's orders, Ma San stepped forward.

"Pengxin!"

Pengxin's face was a little old, and he looked a little dull. But his voice was very loud, and everyone in the hall and outside the hall could hear it clearly.

"Muay Thai king Pengxin, after winning 23 fights, was called up by the Thai royal family to be responsible for the training of royal Muay Thai fighters, and is very famous in Southeast Asia!"

There are well-informed people who tell the story of Pengxin around.

"And what is he doing here?"

A dumb man asked.

"Nonsense, kick the gym, of course!"

"Can the national art win?"

The person next to him asked a little worriedly.

"Of course!"

Although the man said it was certain, his momentum was a bit insufficient. In fact, this is not to blame him, Chinese Guoshu and Muay Thai have fought as early as 1920, and the eagle claw king Chen Zizheng has been defeated. Although later information showed that the Eagle Claw King was not Chen Zizheng but someone else. But in the later game, the Chinese national art was bound to lose, as if a dream demon hung over the hearts of every Chinese.

"What a guts!"

The white ape Ma San had a fierce look on his face, his fists clenched, and he wanted to kill Peng Xin under his fist.

"I'm not going to fight you, I'm going to fight Wang Zhong!"

Peng Xin ignored the white ape Ma San and shook his head and said.

"Why?"

Wang Zhong originally had the intention to watch Ma San's liveliness, but he didn't expect to encounter a lying gun.

"I love "Romance of the Dragon and Snake", but I think there's something wrong with your ending!"

Peng Xin didn't rush to make a move, but said seriously.

"What's the problem?"

Wang Zhong felt that his thoughts were a little messy.

"The final winner should be Muay Thai, Muay Thai is the strongest!"

Peng Xin said seriously.

“…… You're not from Korea?"

Wang Zhong asked uncertainly.

"What do you mean?"

Peng Xin asked suspiciously.

"If you don't know, forget it, let's see the real chapter!"

Wang Zhong didn't say much, stood in the middle of the field, his arms drooped, and put on a Wuji frame of Taijiquan.

"Master!"

The white ape Ma San looked at Wang Zhong's end, and said with a little unsightly face.

"Don't worry, this letter is not easy. You can see that his muscles are withered all over his body, and his skin is close to his bones, but his qi and blood are very vigorous. If I'm not mistaken, this Pongsin should be Indian Yoga. And his skin around him is like brass, and his foreign kung fu also has a deep fire. You may not be able to win!"

Gong Yutian was drinking tea, the old god was there, but the light in his eyes kept flickering, giving people a sense of scheming.

"Look at the punch!"

Peng Xin is a punch at Wang Zhongmian door, Muay Thai is known as an iron fist, and its lethality can be seen.

Pengxin's punch made a small whip-like sound in the air, which was the sound of a high-speed fist breaking through the air.

Wang Zhong has a wild horse mane in his left hand, turning Pengxin's iron fist into invisible. The right leg was raised high, and it was a kick to Pengxin's heart.

Heart-warming!

There are clouds in the boxing scripture: the hands are two doors, and they all rely on the legs to beat people!

Wang Zhong's kick was taken by surprise and unprepared.

Pengxin is not a mediocre fighter, he fought in the ring, and he has extremely rich combat experience.

The left arm stood in front of the chest, as if it was a big pillar standing on the chest, protecting the heart and lungs and other vital points, and Wang Zhong's heartfelt feet returned in vain.

Peng Xin's body was slightly short, and between Wang Zhong's legs was a sweeping leg.

Muay Thai low kicks, although the technique is simple, but the power is extraordinary. Muay Thai fighters' leg bones have become as hard as steel in long-term training, and if they are kicked solidly, even the iron pillars will have to be bent.

Wang Zhong's figure did not retreat, but advanced, flying like a butterfly.

"Gossip and dragon steps, the time is just right!"

Seeing Wang Zhong's dangerous avoidance, everyone couldn't help but applaud.

Wang Zhong's palm was like a cow's tongue, facing Peng Xin's armpit, and the weak part of his chest was lightly spitted.

Gossip bull's tongue!

It's cloudy and slippery, and even Pengxin can't dodge it.

Wang Zhong secretly vomited lightly, and Peng Xin felt a strong force, and his body couldn't help flying out.

Boom!

With the landing of Pengxin's wolf bèi, the battle between the two also came to an end.

"Won!"

Even Jin Tang, Lee Shau Kee, Xiang Qiang and other bigwigs squeezed their fists fiercely to express their inner excitement and joy. Not to mention the ordinary people.

The venue was filled with excited voices.

"The nightmare of Feng Tai's invincibility has been defeated!"

Wang Zhong did not relax, and always maintained an attack posture, and the palm just now, Wang Zhong seemed to hit on the defeated Ge, and it did not cause much damage to Peng Xin at all.

Peng Xin stood up, and wanted to rush over and continue to fight with Wang Zhong, but seeing that his figure had left the ring, he had to shake his head helplessly.

The people looked at Peng Xin and shook their heads, thinking that he was completely defeated by Wang Zhong, and they couldn't help but become even more excited and fanatical.

Reporters from several newspapers and periodicals even shook Peng Xin's head, and the topics on the front page of the second day were all set, Wang Zhong easily won Muay Thai, and Peng Xin shook his head helplessly.

Seeing that Peng Xin had no fighting spirit, Wang Zhong relaxed.

"Good job! I've wanted to fight with them for a long time!" Zhou Billy patted Wang Zhong on the shoulder and said excitedly.

"This is a fortunate thing in the martial arts world, and it is also a fortunate thing for me in Xiangjiang!" Di Dalong, as the host, was also excited, and kept waving his microphone.

Yang Delu, Liang Feng and others also stood in the center, and the extroverted martial artists kept shaking hands and hugging Wang Zhong.

"I'm not defeated, I still have the ability to fight again!"

Muay Thai king Pengxin was a little dumbfounded and muttered.

But at this time, who cares what he says? Even if a few newspapers publish Pengxin's words, how many people will be able to believe them.

"Master, he obviously didn't win!"

The white ape Ma San said in disbelief.

"Didn't they see it?

"The Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang once said that what is beneficial to the country is right and right, and what is harmful to the country is also wrong! Hong Kong's economy has been in the doldrums for a long time, and he needs heroes, and the people need heroes. You can see it, and Master Liang and the others will naturally see it too. But so what? At least he didn't lose!"

Miyahata stood up with a smile on her face.

"I still don't understand, victory is victory, defeat is defeat!"

The white ape and Ma San's neck was incomprehensible.

"Full of losses, humble benefits. Your temperament is too strong, and sooner or later you will suffer a big loss!"

Miyayuta said meaningfully:

"There is no absolute right or wrong in this world!"

"Disciple understood!"

Ma San lowered his head, but there was a little disapproval in his eyes.

"Alas!"

Gong Yutian didn't understand Ma San's temperament, and one qiē could only turn into a helpless sigh.

As expected, the newspaper headlines on the second day were all about China's national arts vs. Muay Thai, and Wang Zhong was portrayed by everyone as a young hero.

Some newspapers combined him with Jin Tang, Ni Kuang, Huang Zhan and others into the five talents of Xiangjiang.

Jin Tang did not say anything about this title, but Ni Kuang looked disdainful. Roar: How many books has he written?

When Wang Zhong heard this, he only smiled slightly, because his plan had been put on the agenda.

Jin Tang sat in the Ming Pao Building, with a headache on his face.

In front of him lay a stack of manuscripts.

Wang Zhong's new work......

Jin Tang read it carefully, and made sure that he was not mistaken, is it really that I am old, or is the world changing too fast.

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