This land has undergone countless dynastic changes, but no amount of dynastic changes can change the inner unity of the people on this land. There are so many countries in the world, countless changes, only the word Huaxia has always been, she has become a name, a nation.

The inheritance of culture has never been broken, and there are grievances and hatreds here in the rivers and lakes, and it has always been respected by the strong, but it was eventually replaced by chivalry. When the disaster comes, chivalry has become a luxury, but when the nation awakens, chivalry is not only chivalry, it is also a spirit, a nation, an indispensable spirit of a country, whether it is chivalry, or national righteousness, or patriotism, and finally become the soul of the nation, she is, the soul of China.

The whole ring is overcrowded, and there are a lot of people on the periphery, the most obvious difference with the people inside is the clothing, obviously the inside are all dignitaries, although they are also rich people, but there are also different among them, the invaders who are high up and have no one in their eyes, followed by the betrayers who tend to be inflammatory, and the rest are indignant bystanders, there are upright protesters, and there are some victims who are the same as the periphery. There is no backbone like Mr. Lu Xun's book, because this nation is still a sleeping lion and a sleeping dragon.

And today this sleeping lion will be disturbed and slowly wake up.

It wasn't the British Hercules Opiyin in the ring, he was a big blond man at the moment, and he looked particularly strong.

"Did you hear that? This man is a British boxer."

"What a boxer!"

"Everywhere in foreigners, they are called boxers, and they are similar to our boxers!"

......

At this time, I saw that the big man did a few push-ups, jumped and jumped to the middle of the ring, and said in a non-standard Chinese dialect: I am Thomas of the British Empire Boxing Gym, do any of you want to challenge me?

"I heard that this Thomas is their apprentice, but I don't know how boxing is?"

"It's hard to say, foreigners shouldn't be as powerful as us,"

......

I heard a shout, and a black man had jumped into the ring.

Thomas smiled and stood beside him.

The person who came came hugged his fist and saluted all around and said: I am Wang Dahe, a disciple of Tongjiquan.

After that, he put on the shelf, only to see Thomas's eyes disdainful, but his whole body did not relax.

Wang Dahe rushed over with a shout, and slammed his fist directly into the opponent's door with one hand. Thomas saw a flash in his upper body when he was about to be hit, a standard boxing move, dodged the blow, and at the same time hit Wang Dahe directly on the side of the ear with a left hook.

Wang Dahe had already prepared, leaned back with a false step, dodged the punch, and saw the power of the opponent's punch whirring and exploding, which showed the power of Thomas's punch. Wang Dahe hurriedly got up sideways and hit the opponent's armpit, seemingly with a successful move.

Thomas grabbed the situation, Wang Dahe's leg was grabbed by Thomas, Wang Dahe wanted to get out, but Thomas was tall and powerful, and lifted Wang Dahe with both hands, and fell him to the ground as soon as he used force, Wang Dahe only needed a carp to stand up, but how could Thomas give him a chance, and kicked him in the abdomen, and Wang Dahe was kicked out of the ring. At this moment, Wang Dahe realized that he had underestimated the other party, and if he didn't be reckless just now, he could dodge this kick by rolling backwards.

After Thomas's victory, his face was full of mockery, and he shouted, and the foreigners watching the battle shouted to express their disdain for Chinese kung fu.

At this moment, another person came to the stage, this person was slightly fat, not tall, wearing a gray robe, and as soon as he came on stage, he also bowed to the four directions, "Bajiquan Yang Yong"

Thomas sneered and took the initiative to attack, maybe the victory just now made Thomas despise these sects, or it may be that he saw Yang Yong's old face, obviously because of the weakness of middle age, and he disdained Yang Yong.

Thomas confidently swung his fist towards the opponent, Yang Yong did not dodge, only to see his body tremble slightly, his feet stomped, and the squeaky sound was heard on the solid wood floor of the ring, and he bent down and clenched his fists.

I saw Thomas's fist at a distance of one punch from him, and he punched instantly, "bang bang bang" three times, Thomas was repulsed, and Yang Yong did not move at all, but his imperceptible hand shook slightly, which shows the strength of Thomas's punch.

Thomas's face was slightly angry, and his eyes were fixed on Yang Yong.

Thomas took a big stride with both feet, and his right hand clenched into a fist and struck sideways, a punch that was noticeably more powerful than before.

Yang Yong did not relax, did not dodge, clasped his fists with both hands to protect his chest, only heard a bang, Yang Yong caught Thomas's full blow, knocked three steps on his hind legs, and turned pale.

Thomas didn't stop, kicking his legs and attacking with all his might, Yang Yong couldn't dodge, only listened to a gust of leg wind, and then was kicked to the edge of the ring.

"Dad, are you alright?"

The anxious voice sounded, and I saw a girl of fifteen or sixteen shouting anxiously, and a small group next to her rushed to the ring, "Master!"

This person is Yang Yong's disciple Wang Lei, and I heard that he is a genius who has been rare in Bajiquan for decades. However, at this time, the genius did not grow.

The referee was a tall, thin and treacherous man, this man was a countryman, but he was doing foreigners' business, and he saw that this person immediately announced Thomas's victory, but how could Thomas listen to him.

Yang Yong almost defeated him just now, how can he relieve his hatred if he doesn't seize the opportunity to teach him a lesson at this moment. Thomas walked forward quickly, and kicked Yang Yong in front of the door again, Yang Yong's strength at the moment was too much, a mouthful of old blood spurted out, unconscious.

At this time, his disciple Wang Lei came to the ring, with an angry face, as for Yang Yong's daughter holding Yang Yong and crying, I saw Yang Yong come up in one breath, "Don't, you can't beat him, take care of Lingling" After speaking, he was short of breath.

When Thomas saw Wang Lei on stage, he was about to teach a lesson, when one person in the audience said, "Stop"

This man was Mr. James, the steward of the concession.

Thomas didn't make a move, either, and returned to the bench on the side of the ring.