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After the full-strength explosion of the Divine Whip and the Demon Suppressing Hammer, and the desperate Eight Guesses, they finally showed a completely different effect in terms of combat power because of the level of strength and divine will.

Half of the boxing ring, which is made of logs, is located on the gently flowing Mekong River, and after experiencing the bombardment and violent concussions of two beasts, it has now begun to crack from the center and gradually crumble, and in the middle of the ring, the bowl-shaped depression highlights how terrifying the explosive power contained in the final blow of the two men.

But......

Even so, Bachai still stood on his elbows and slowly swallowed his breath, although his lungs made a sound like bellows when he breathed, but he was not beaten to death by him with terrifying fist power like Yang Meng did in Shaoxing.

Not only did Bachai not die, but an extremely excited look flashed in his eyes, although the bones of his body made a sound as fine as rain, his neck was still extremely strong, "You have really found the way to take that step in martial arts, although I am temporarily defeated, but I have understood the truth of this layer of boxing from you, if there is a next time, maybe it will not be this result......"

The incredibly terrifying sights in the ring clearly showed that Yang Meng's Five Kills were better than Bachai's ancient Muay Thai, but just as Bachai once again activated his unscarred steel body, the thousands of Siamese, who were already almost desperate, cheered and cheered again with excitement.

Yang Meng nodded with some admiration, suppressing the numbness coming from his right shoulder. Although it was only a gentle elbow blow, the dark energy in it also instantly broke through his own defenses, causing a trace of damage to his lungs.

"Ahem......"

Yang Meng gently took a step back with his feet, and swallowed back the few wisps of blood that had just been coughed up in his mouth, "Although the Siamese boxing technique is strong, the method of maintaining health and health is by no means as broad and profound as our Chinese national art...... Even if you really have a chance to break through in the future. I'm afraid when I fight again. I'm only going to go further than you! ”

Defeating a national treasure-level boxing master like Siam, and still being able to maintain the record of retreating, is already the biggest boxing legend in itself, but now Yang Meng represents China's national art. In order to pass on the national art in Southeast Asia in the future. He didn't just have to beat Bachai on **. In terms of will, let him understand that China's national art is invincible.

Yang Meng's tone was flat. His eyes were full of extremely strong confidence, although there was also a hint of admiration and pity, but he still wanted to let the Siamese boxing champion in front of him know the result of the refight, I am afraid that he would only be killed in the ring so miserably.

Bachai realized how to improve his own martial arts path, and his heart was full of fighting spirit, but as Yang Meng said, because he practiced Muay Thai when he was young, he squeezed his own potential too much, and finally understood that the rest of his life might become short, and it would be difficult to break through this step that he had already seen......

Of course, for a grandmaster like Bachai, being able to maintain the reputation of Xiao Negative and not die is already the most satisfying ending.

After all, he is different from those little devils in Japan, and he does not have the slightest ethnic hatred with the Chinese, so Yang Meng has no idea of taking advantage of the victory to chase him to death.

Seeing through Yang Meng's thoughts, Bachai's originally extremely aggressive gaze finally gradually dimmed, just looking at the thousands of Siamese fans on the Mekong River who were cheering wildly, he still ignored the weakness of his body, swallowed the blood flowing up his throat extremely hard, and said in front of Yang Meng without humility or arrogance: "I am the myth of Siamese boxing, I can be defeated, but I can't be killed on the spot...... Your victory today does not mean that your disciples will also defeat my disciples in the future, although my way forward is cut off, but the inheritance of Siamese boxing has a way to work again......"

Yang Meng nodded, took a deep breath, and gently withdrew his numb arms, which were also trembling, looking at this beast-like king of Muay Thai, for the inheritance and reputation of Siamese boxing, he would rather suppress the pain on his body than show that he had to advance and retreat freely, Yang Meng's face unconsciously showed a smile of understanding, and then stretched out his left hand representing friendship with some difficulty, "China's Guoshu Museum will also branch out in Siam in the future......"

Bachai first froze for a moment, and then generously grabbed Yang Meng's outstretched arm, and with great difficulty, pulled out the legs that were already over the knee from the cracked log, and suddenly showed a wry smile of understanding at the young boxing master in front of him.

After experiencing the colonial era of strong ships and sharp guns, especially after witnessing the huge power of thermal weapons on the battlefield, the martial arts masters who were once enshrined as myths on the battlefield of cold weapons not only gradually lost the mysterious and powerful aura of the past, but also had one or another concern about the inheritance of martial arts in the future......

It turns out that this divine monkey who has reached the peak of boxing is also a person who has worked hard for the inheritance of martial arts, and even came to Siam thousands of miles to fight for life and death.

"Now many Siamese people, even Siamese boxers, have gradually forgotten the hatred of the French who had just entered Siam, and forgot the real nirvana of ancient Siamese boxing and the fighting style on the battlefield...... In order to support their families, some even forcibly imposed the rules of French bullshit boxing on Siamese boxers, and were not allowed to gouge out their eyes and crotch, just so that those French nobles could spend a lot of money to watch Siamese boxing matches......"

Seeing Yang Meng's helpless wry smile, Bachai suddenly showed his teeth that were still bloodshot, and laughed coldly, "Instead of letting Siamese Fist Fist become a useless flower fist embroidered leg under the jealousy and even suppression of the French, it is better to let your Chinese boxing also enter Siam to compete together, at least because of the oppression of external forces, maintain the power of Siamese Fist's own continuous evolution, lest in the future, when people want to learn again, the real ancient Siamese boxing has been broken......

There was silence around the ring, and the two frightened so-called referees, after struggling for a long time, finally had the courage to stand up, and walked to the center of the ring in fear, where they chattered for a while, and then suddenly grabbed the hands of the two of them, and raised them upwards at the same time, even though Bachai broke free from the hands of one of the referees in anger, they still took the initiative to come to the stage, some excited, and some loudly announced something to the Siamese people on the Mekong......

Banzai! Banzai!

The Siamese people in the audience danced and cheered loudly, obviously still full of great confidence and enthusiasm for the boxing champion in their hearts.

And because of the draw conclusion in the referee's mouth, Huang Daqian, who had been bent on giving the opponent a color before, didn't bother to look at Yang Meng at this time, but was busy arguing with a few French people on the river under the boxing ring.

Yang Meng shook his head, trying to dispel all kinds of funny thoughts in his mind, and at the same time learned the expected result from the mouth of Bachai, and then smiled bitterly again, "We fought to the death in the boxing ring, but in the end, because of the game between these forces, we casually threw out an undefeated draw, hehe, we could have achieved this peaceful atmosphere a long time ago, so why should we make a move......"

Bachai's face was slightly embarrassed, but then he also laughed, "This result is not bad, I didn't let the myth of Siamese Fist be shattered, and you didn't make many enemies in Siam, although my advantage is a little more, but in this way, the National Art Hall you will open in the future will also have many practitioners......"

Yang Meng laughed and patted Bachai's arm casually, "It is indeed a good result, it does not make you Siamese people angry at China's national arts, and it can also be of great help to me to establish the Chinese Guoshu Museum, even if I leave Siam in the future, my disciples are estimated to be able to establish a real career and national art inheritance in Siam, a peaceful yellow-robed Buddha country......

The two grandmasters smiled, and then walked off the boxing ring together, regardless of Huang Daqian and those people in the French foreign company, they simply hugged their fists, and agreed to meet again when Yang Meng opened the sect, and quietly left this sea of peace and cheers accompanied by their respective disciples.

"Mengzi, you've grown up!"

Ruoli stretched out his white palm and gently stroked Yang Meng's somewhat yellow face, knowing that although he won Lisuo in the ring, he still suffered some slight internal injuries after all.

did not kill the myth of the boxing world on the boxing ring, for Yang Meng, who had just established the reputation of the grandmaster, although Ruoli had a trace of indescribable regret in her heart, but when she saw Yang Meng and Bachai walking off the ring alive, she couldn't help but feel very happy, and at the same time, she felt sincerely relieved for this pity and Yang Meng's increasingly mature character.

Yang Meng's eyes showed a hint of tiredness, but his mood was obviously really good, seeing Ryan and Chen Zhen running over happily, he asked with a smile: "In a few days, I plan to build a Chinese Guoshu Museum in Siam, I don't know which of the two of you is willing to do a big job here first......

Ryan and Chen Zhen paused, and then showed a trace of hesitation on their faces, "The weather here is too hot, why don't the master (uncle) transfer a few big boxers from the Guoshu Hall of the Nanquan lineage, anyway, they are all used to this kind of humid and sultry weather......"

Yang Meng's face was impassive, and he nodded with a seemingly understanding understanding, but when he pulled Ruoli out a few steps, he said with a smile: "The so-called martial artist, you should have the mentality of not being afraid of swords, mountains and fires, originally I just asked casually, since you two don't like Siam so much, then simply leave it for me, and then go back when the people from the Shanghai Guoshu Museum come to take over in the second half ......of the year."

"Master (uncle)! Spare your life......"

……………………………………………………………………………… (To be continued!)

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