In the face of national righteousness, the disciples of the major martial arts halls all hugged together and consciously stood in the camp of the Chinese. The scolding continued, the two in the ring had already set up a fight, and the referee was replaced by a white man, because he was a professional referee in a boxing match, and both sides had no objection. As soon as the gong sounds, the competition officially begins.

The Hong Fist guy hugged his fists according to etiquette and made a move, but unexpectedly, the Korean man didn't talk about martial arts, and he raised his leg and slashed it. This kick uses the Korean taekwondo splitting move, which makes all the strength. The Hongquan guy couldn't catch it off guard, so he ate the kick and fell to the ground immediately. Cheng paid attention to the bad words, and remembered what Aunt Mei said, when competing in martial arts, it is indeed necessary to be vigilant against enemy attacks from time to time. When everyone saw it, they scolded the shameless behavior of the Koreans.

The referee did not stop the game, but made a gesture to signal the game to continue. Before the Hong Fist guy could stand firm, the Korean man was already close with a side kick. The Hong Fist guy hurriedly parried and reached out to block the kick. Listening to the sound of the "bell", like a metal soulmate, and like the sound of something shattering, the Hongquan guy held himself to be kicked in the arm and fell to the ground in pain. Looking closely, it turned out that the arm of the Hong Fist guy had been broken. Cheng Liu couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart, and the career of this Hongquan guy has been reimbursed since then. At the same time, I also resented the Korean man from the bottom of my heart.

Because the Hong Quan guy was seriously injured, the referee stopped the game. The Hongquan disciples immediately surrounded him, and they were about to besiege the Korean man. They were all stopped by the referee. At this time, the head of Hong Fist drank: "Stop, your skills are not as good as others, do you still want to win more and less?" When everyone heard this, they had to pick up the injured boy and retreat, still cursing in their hearts.

At this time, the Korean man stretched out his palm, clenched his fist with his thumb down, nodded in all directions, and made a contemptuous gesture, with a look of disdain on his face. When the Chinese in the audience saw it, where could they endure it, many disciples shouted and scolded, wanting to live and die with the Korean man. The head of Nanquan has a strong temperament, and he jumped into the ring with a jump. The head of Nanquan arched his hand and said: "Nanquan Jiang is not to blame, and he is willing to learn the high moves." ”

The South Korean man smiled, still with disdain on his face, but his body was already on the defensive. The referee signals the game to begin. Seeing that there was no opportunity for the Koreans, they did not take the lead this time. Jiang Wuyi was already angry, and no matter what temptations he had made back and forth, he made a fierce move in the major fist techniques of Nanquan and attacked the Korean. The Koreans spun and maneuvered, avoiding the first few moves, and their posture was elegant and chic. In the next few moves, the Koreans raised their legs. Jiang Wuyi's fists and kicks hit the calves of the Koreans, as if they were hitting the iron wall of copper, and repeatedly made the sound of gold and stone. After more than a dozen moves, Jiang Wuyi's fists and feet were already bleeding and swollen. Cheng Liu's heart was surprised, could it be that the man had a metal protector hidden on his leg?

Jiang Wujiao's offensive slowed down, but at this time, the Korean man began to attack. Look at the moves of men and Korean men, but where is it still taekwondo, all the moves used are in Muay Thai. At this time, someone in the audience shouted in English: "Koreans are shameless, why do they use Muay Thai moves?" ”

While fighting, the Korean shouted, "You can use any move, in short, it is better than your Chinese kung fu." ”

When Jiang Wuji heard this, he became even more annoyed, and "Huhuhuhu" struck out a few heavy punches, but they were all separated by the Korean man. Because these punches used all their strength, when the punches were finished, the momentum declined again. The South Korean man seized the moment and landed more than a dozen elbows in quick succession. Jiang Wuyi was over fifty years old, and his physical strength was like that of this young Korean, so he only blocked seven or eight moves, and the remaining half was eaten solidly. Originally, when he was hit by two elbow blows, Jiang Wuyi's body was already paralyzed, but because he was strong, he didn't want his disciples to see him being knocked down, so he put his hands on the horizontal railing, and he wouldn't fall down for a while. And the Korean man, knowing that the other party had lost consciousness, still played the rest of the moves, extremely fast, and by the time the referee stopped him, Jiang Wuji had already fainted.

Suffering from this change, after the Nanquan disciples rescued the master, they all glared at the Korean man angrily, but because of the opponent's strong martial arts, they did not dare to speak insults, for fear of being pointed on the stage by the person to compete. The Korean man won, and although the Chinese disciple was disdainful in his heart, he didn't make a sound in his mouth like a Nanquan disciple. And with the exception of the Chinese, those Latinos and whites applauded. Chengliu found that the beautiful woman's Fang Zheng seemed to be particularly excited after the victory of this Korean man, could it be that these yellow faces were also Koreans?

The Korean man resumed his arrogance and shouted in English, "Chinese kung fu is only worthy of being a dance." As soon as he finished saying this, the head of Xingyi Fist couldn't sit still, stood up, and shouted: "Xingyi Fist Kang Yongfu Lead!" As he spoke, he jumped onto the stage with a chic and neat figure, which attracted a round of applause. The Korean man said: "Sure enough, it's a beautiful dance, as beautiful as a woman......" Before the Korean finished speaking, the head of Xingyi Fist couldn't help but take the lead, and said while fighting: "Is it tolerable or unbearable?" ”

The Korean man tossed the microphone aside and unfurled his Muay Thai stride, dodging Kang's punches. Kang Yongfu's body is steady, his fists and feet are comfortable, and the Xingyi Fist he plays is far calmer than that of his martial arts disciples. The Korean man blindly avoided it, as if he was interested in appreciating his opponent's performance. When he saw Kang Yongfu punch out the twelve-shaped punch, the Korean man smiled and said: "It seems that your martial arts are the best...... " He paused, Kang Yongfu thought that the other party was praising himself, but the Korean man continued, "It's like a cat and a dog crawling on the ground." Kang Yongfu listened, intensified the offensive, punched like rain, its momentum was like dragons, tigers, monkeys, horses running together, eagles, chickens, harriers, and swallows flying together, and the audience was dazzled for a while. For a while, I forgot to applaud.

The South Korean man was almost hit, and he was still provoking Kang Yongfu in his mouth. Cheng Zhixin said that it was not good, this person was forcing Kang Yongfu to spend his strength, and if he continued like this, he would eventually exhaust his physical strength, and he would also follow in Jiang Wuyi's footsteps. Although the Xingyi Quan disciples in the audience saw that the master made strange moves frequently, none of them fell into the enemy's body, and they were all worried about the master.

The Korean man dodged nearly 100 moves, and when he saw that his opponent's boxing was gradually slowing down, he also started his attack. After all, Kang Yongfu's physical strength is limited, and his body is not as strong as that of young people, and it is difficult to parry in the face of the Korean man's continuous kicking of the whip leg with infinite force, and one of Kang Yongfu's arms was kicked off by the Korean man. It wasn't until the referee called a timeout that the South Korean man stopped kicking on his broken arm. In fact, everyone knows that the strength of the two on the stage is very different, and Kang Yongfu is still fearless to fight for Chinese martial arts.

Cheng Liu, looking at the Korean man's legs, thought to himself, although he was fast, but it seemed that every kick had a flaw, and after blocking one of his kicks, he would immediately fall down with a side kick to his other foot. It's a pity that they are getting older, and their strength and speed can no longer keep up. Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that he had such a deep understanding of fighting, and it turned out that the martial arts of the Eight Fingers Buddhism had such a high level. He couldn't help but be grateful to Aunt Mei and the Eight-Fingered Buddha. He was almost certain that he could beat the South Korean man in a matter of moves. He thought that if no one responded to the battle next, he would enter the market to win back this little face for the Chinese.