"Come on, hit me. Coward, hit me! ”

While Huang Liang and the others were performing, a tornado interrupted their performance, roaring loudly in English.

The disciples of the various martial arts halls are not very educated, so they naturally don't understand what the tornado is roaring, but they know from their expressions that this foreign devil is not friendly.

"Punch me!"

Seeing that Huang Liang and the others couldn't understand, Tornado gestured with his fist.

"Mr. Tornado asked you to punch him."

The host hurriedly translated, but he was a little dissatisfied with Tornado's behavior in his heart, and he didn't notify him in advance.

Zheng Weiji understands that the ghost in front of him is obviously here to find fault, which is disrespectful to his master, after all, the maintenance of the order of the boxing match has been covered by his master Hong Zhennan, which is obviously a slap in the face. Looking at Tornado's contemptuous look, Zheng Weiji clenched his fists and smashed a fist towards Tornado's chest.

"Bang!"

Tornado's tense chest muscles easily took Zheng Weiji's punch, after all, Tornado is not a wasted person.

"Push hard, yellow-skinned monkey!"

Tornado's arrogant behavior was very pleasing to the white people around him, and these white spectators burst into a shrill laugh.

"Come on, hit me, you weaklings!"

Hearing the laughter all around, Tornado was very excited, and shouted even more arrogantly.

Listening to the piercing laughter around him and looking at the tornado that kept shouting in front of him, Zheng Weiji's face flashed with anger, and he used all his strength to smash his fist into the tornado's head.

The head is the key point of the human body, although Tornado is arrogant, but he also knows proportion, it is impossible to let Zheng Weiji's punch hit him, dodge Zheng Weiji's right fist, and then a uppercut punch, directly knocked Zheng Weiji into the boxing ring.

Seeing that his apprentice was knocked unconscious, Hong Zhennan, who was sitting below, suddenly couldn't sit still, and was about to get up, but was pressed down by the fat wave next to him, and then shook his head at him.

"Come up and hit me!"

stunned Zheng Weiji with one punch, Tornado felt a sense of accomplishment, felt that Huaxia martial arts was nothing more than that, and continued to shout around.

The remaining disciples of the Hong Boxing Gym saw that the senior brother was knocked unconscious, and saw the tornado's triumphant face, how could they still bear it, and they all rushed towards the tornado.

Although the tornado is hateful, his boxing skills are very powerful, and his strength is enough, and it is not something that ordinary martial artists can deal with.

Seeing his apprentice being beaten, Hong Zhennan, who was sitting at the bottom, suddenly couldn't sit still, and was about to get up, but was held down again by the fat wave sitting next to him. Fatty Bo has been an old friend of Hong Zhennan for decades, how could he not know Hong Zhennan's temper.

Hong Zhennan naturally knew Fatty Bo's good intentions, and didn't want him to offend the British government in Hong Kong, so after thinking about it for a while, he gritted his teeth and sat down.

After the tornado knocked down the Hongquan disciples, he laughed wildly and said, "This is power!" ”

Hong Zhennan really couldn't help it, and was about to go up desperately, but he saw the Hong Kong government officials staring at him with ghostly eyes, stretched out a food and shook it at him, signaling Hong Zhennan not to do much.

Seeing the movements of the ghost head, Hong Zhennan's face turned pale. I wanted to go up, but I thought of the many disciples and martial arts associations who were eating behind me, and I suddenly sat down unwillingly.

"This is Huaxia martial arts!" Tornado raised his fist and shouted taunting, "You better go back to dancing!" ”

"The boxing king said that your Chinese martial arts are useless, so let's go back and dance!"

The translator on the side probably hopes to make the matter bigger and make this competition more people's attention.

"What did you say?"

"Say what?"

Hearing the words of the translator, the martial artists of all sects and factions sitting in the audience were immediately excited, and one by one they pointed to the tornado on the stage and reprimanded loudly.

The entire stadium was in chaos, and the white fighters also began to confront the Chinese fighters.

The impulsive Huang Liang lifted the cable next to him and climbed into the ring, and punched Tornado's head.

It's a pity that Huang Liang's time to learn boxing is still short, and when he moves mechanically, the tornado's head is sideways and dodges it, and then punches Huang Liang's head and directly knocks him down.

"Ah Liang!"

Seeing that his apprentice was knocked unconscious, Ye Man shouted with concern, and then ran up with Ren Pingsheng.

Hong Zhennan couldn't bear it anymore, let go of everything, and jumped into the ring in a few steps.

"Host, come here!"

"We perform Chinese martial arts, you don't like to watch it, you can go, but if you hurt someone, you should be humble to us!"

Hong Zhennan stared at the host and asked him to translate.

"He wants you to be humble!"

The host directly omitted what Hong Zhennan said earlier, and only translated the last sentence.

"What? Dao Qian? Tornado was furious and forced it directly, "What kind of stupid Chinese tradition is this, the winner has to be humble to the loser?" If that's the case, I don't have to be humble every day! ”

"Old man, do you want me to be humble? Then you beat me in the ring, and I apologize immediately! ”

Tornado stared at Hong Zhennan, sneering and waiting for Hong Zhennan's reply.

"He said that if Master Hong wins against him, he will apologize!"

The host was excited to translate, and he was very happy in his heart, the greater the influence of the boxing match, the more the organizing committee earned.

"Let me fight him, beat him all over the ground to find his teeth, beat him to his knees and apologize."

The impulsive Master Luo and others came up and wanted to teach Tornado a lesson.

"Masters, leave this matter to me to solve!"

Hong Zhennan stopped the masters of the martial arts halls.

"Host, it's not interesting to fight like this, let's add a little color!"

Ren Pingsheng walked up and dragged the host and said loudly.

The host's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly translated to Tornado. The tornado boxing match was also for money, and the voice suddenly softened.

"What do you want to add?"

Ren Pingsheng took Ip Man's hand and stepped forward, and replied with a smile: "This is my master, Mr. Ip Man, as long as you win against my master, I will give you 2.5 million Hong Kong dollars!" ”

The interpreter gasped and said it again in English with Tornado, and Tornado's eyes were even more blue light, and he looked at Ip Man, who looked like a teacher, and said confidently: "Okay, now let's start the competition." For the sake of money, I won't beat him to death. ”

The current 2.5 million Hong Kong is comparable to the equivalent value of dollars in later generations, or even higher, and Tornado has fought so many boxing fights, and has never seen so much money.

"Wait, I haven't said what I'm asking for! First of all, the competition will be held in three days, the two sides must sign an agreement in advance to publish the newspaper, and the major media in Xiangjiang will supervise the game on the spot. Second, the rules can't be followed by boxing matches, after all, my master has never boxed, and many skills in Chinese martial arts are on the legs, so we will negotiate the specific rules later; In the end, if the tornado loses, he must kneel down and apologize to the martial artists of the whole Xiangjiang, and he will not be allowed to step into the Xiangjiang from now on. ”

As the saying goes, it is the uncle who is rich, looking at Ip Man, who is a whole head shorter than himself and harmless to humans and animals, Tornado agreed on the spot after listening to the translation, and then signed an agreement including the rules of the game under the witness of various media.

The ghost head asked about the identity of Fei Bo Ren Pingsheng on the side, and found that he was a multimillionaire in Xiangjiang, and his parents were justices of the peace canonized by the Queen of England, and there was nothing he could do, after all, the ghost head was just a small superintendent in the Hong Kong government.