Taylor looked at Zhou Wenqiang, a little surprised.

Years of experience in the ring told him that the young man in front of him was by no means simple, and he was not as bullying as the fat old man before.

And that kick made his leg still hurt faintly, and it felt like he had kicked a steel pipe just now.

Taylor hesitated, a little reluctant.

His 'mission' has been accomplished, and it seems that there is no need to risk fighting this mysterious Chinese youth.

"King of Fighters, knock him down! Kill this Chinese monkey! ”

"You are the strongest!"

But the ghost audience in the audience was desperately cheering for him, which made Taylor hate him so much, did these bastards think of him as a gladiator in ancient Rome? Damn it!

"I'm sure our great champions have heard the call of Radisson Jack! Next, our boxing champion will definitely defeat this arrogant Chinese man! ”

The ghost referee has obviously entered a state of excitement, but it is not enough to cheer for Taylor in English, and he actually said it again in Chinese.

When the people of the Hong Kong and Kowloon National Arts Association heard this, they also cheered for Zhou Wenqiang.

"Master Zhou, down with this white-skinned pig! You can do it! ”

"Master Zhou, the honor of Chinese martial arts depends on you! Let these ghosts know that we are not the sick men of East Asia! ”

"Master Zhou is invincible!"

Even Luo Mang, Wu Zhong, these big boxers cheered for Zhou Wenqiang, and Fei Bo didn't know when he stood on the chair, and his fat body was trembling with excitement, "Wen Qiang, kill him!" I'm sticking with you! ’

"Dead fat!"

Bai Yue, whose vision was blocked by the fat wave, was suddenly annoyed, jumped a few times, but still couldn't see the ring clearly, and in a hurry, she simply climbed onto Wang Dali's shoulder, looked down at the lady pants she was wearing today, and admired her foresight.

At this moment, Taylor's 'challenge' had accepted Zhou Wenqiang's 'challenge', and after a five-minute break, the two sides walked to the center of the ring under the beckoning of the ghost referee.

"Hey, Huaxia, you have to follow the rules of the ring. No legs, no elbows, no kicks...... If you foul the game, you will be disqualified from the game rules and directly awarded the loss, do you understand? ”

The ghost referee kept repeating the rules in Zhou Wenqiang's ear.

"Okay, I know the rules of the ring, I'm going to knock out your boxing champion with a pair of fists today...... No, it's a little trash who loves black feet! ”

The ghost referee sneered: "I announce, the game begins!" ”

As if it had been discussed in advance, as soon as the ghost referee's voice fell, Taylor had already punched him head-on.

It was a ferocious straight punch, and Taylor didn't follow the rules of the ring to exchange punches with Zhou Wenqiang, and then pulled away to start the fight step by step.

It's a complete sneak attack.

"Despicable! Master Zhou, be careful! ”

The Chinese audience under the ring suddenly scolded angrily, and Bai Yue'e's nervous legs shook, and she almost fell off Wang Dali's shoulder.

Zhou Wenqiang neither dodged nor raised his hand to parry, but turned his head to the side of the opponent's fist glove.

actually used his head to remove at least fifty percent of Taylor's strength, and he took a hard punch, still smiling.

"Yes, no wonder it's a heavyweight boxing champion, the power of this punch is at least seven hundred catties, but even if you don't unload your strength, you can't break through my defense!"

Zhou Wenqiang secretly estimated the strength of the other party, and pouted at Tailai: "Boxing king? Is it just such strength? ”

Although he didn't understand Huaxia, Taylor also saw that Zhou Wenqiang was laughing at him, and he was immediately furious.

In the ring, fighters who outperform their opponents too much sometimes use this insulting approach to taunt the opponent, but most of them are after many rounds of fighting, and the party that has the upper hand judges that the opponent is about to run out, so they will use their heads to directly unload and take the opponent's punch, how can they do this in the first place?

Unless Xu Xiaodong deals with fake masters, there will be this kind of operation.

Zhou Wenqiang directly greeted Taylor, the heavyweight boxing champion, as a waste snack.

The furious Taylor threw several punches in an instant, straight, hooked, sideways, and all kinds of punches, and Zhou Wen took three or four punches from his head, and played him enough, before he showed his real strength.

The figure retreated slightly, first giving Taylor a comfortable distance where he could exert his full strength, and when Taylor hit a straight punch, he also threw a punch at the same time, and the target was directly Taylor's fist!

Punch for fist!

"Boom!"

Zhou Wenqiang replaced Hong Zhennan on the field, just like Hong Zhennan, he did not wear boxing gloves, this punch smashed directly on Taylor's boxing gloves, and the leather boxing gloves were broken by him with one punch, and cotton wool flew all over the sky.

Taylor's face changed, even if the fist gloves removed most of Zhou Wenqiang's strength, he still felt as if he had been hit by a steel block, and his finger bones hurt sharply!

This Chinese man must be the devil!

At this moment, Taylor didn't care about the face of the boxing champion at all, so he wanted to withdraw his fist and retreat to a safe area, and the referee would definitely protect him.

But after Zhou Wenqiang smashed out with a punch, his arm did not move, he gently retracted his wrist, and his fist quickly loosened and closed, and instantly sent a huge force forward.

Wing Chun!

The nemesis of all the kung fu practitioners in the world!

'Click......'

The audience on both sides heard the sound of bones breaking, and then saw Taylor let out a terrible scream, clutching his injured fist and retreating again and again.

Chow Wenqiang first smashed the gloves with one punch, and then broke five phalanges of Taylor's finger bones with Wing Chun inches, directly invalidating his right fist.

“no......”

The ghost referee was about to step forward and save the boxing king, but unfortunately it was too late.

Zhou Wenqiang made a mistake at his feet, like a butterfly flying, his speed was like lightning, and he quickly caught up with Taylor, and hit Taylor's chin with an uppercut.

"Poof!"

Taylor's jaw was directly shattered, and a mouthful of bloody arrows spewed out from the sky, and the big man of 1.9 meters fell to the ring on his back.

Zhou Wenqiang glanced at him and found that after Taylor's throat moved slightly, the Adam's apple never moved as if it was stuck by something, and he knew that Taylor had been stuck in his trachea and esophagus by broken bones in his jaw, and he would definitely not survive.

“stop......”

It was only then that the referee's call to stop sounded.

The Guoshu Hall was quiet at first, and then it boiled like a pot of hot water, and both Chinese and ghost guys gave Zhou Wenqiang warm applause.

Putting aside the national and national disputes, Zhou Wenqiang knocked out the British boxing champion in less than ten seconds in the opening game, playing clean and winning beautifully, especially the 'butterfly footwork' he showed at the end, although it was only a whim, only the shape of the later boxing champion Ali, but it also made the eyes of boxing fans shine, and even those ghost viewers couldn't help but applaud.

Zhou Wenqiang originally remembered the black foot to kick the gear, which was the street fighting spirit immersed in his bone marrow. But in the end, he dispelled the idea, he could not respect Taylor, but he was willing to respect the sport of boxing.

Now it seems that he made the right choice.

Such a wonderful, clean boxing match that even the most discerning person can't find any problems.

"Huaxia boxing champion, amazing!"

"Master Zhou, amazing! From today onwards, Master Zhou is the first person in our Hong Kong and Kowloon art circles! ”

"The Chinese are not the sick men of East Asia!"

In the applause of countless people, Zhou Wenqiang gently hugged his fists, turned around and walked off the ring, and the ghost referee read for a few seconds before finding that the boxing champion Taylor had died of anger.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our boxing champion is gone, and he was killed by this Chinese man in the ring that once brought him glory, and we must hold ...... accountable."

What answered him was the continuous applause and the flying kisses that those ghost women gave to Zhou Wenqiang.

"Oh...... Ladies and gentlemen, according to the rules of boxing, Mr. Zhou does not need to bear any responsibility for the death of the boxing champion......"

"Brother Dali, did you see it? This is my strong brother! ”

Bai Yue'e jumped off Wang Dali's shoulder, clenched her fists excitedly, and jumped the ground a few times.