Chapter 127
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The match between Hudson and Fang Tianlong was a clash of Chinese and Western cultures. The two were not in the same weight class, and they were not even in the same sport.
The match followed the rules of Chris and Chen Shangwu 20 years ago — no attacking the opponent's lower body or eyes, no weapons (boxing gloves allowed), and no other restrictions.
The match was divided into five rounds, each round lasting three minutes. If one side lost the ability to fight, the other side would win immediately.
If the two sides fought to the end, a panel of 12 international referees would score the contestants. Each effective attack would count as one point, and the one with the highest score would win.
The rules seemed fair, but the referees' scores were highly uncertain. Therefore, whether it was Chen Shangwu or Fang Tianlong, their tactics were to defeat the opponent within the time limit of the match.
This was the best proof of Chinese martial arts.
The match was about to start, and the stands were already full.
Zhang Jue returned to his seat.
At this time, a man sneaked over.
"Bro, the seat next to you is empty, right? Can I sit there for a while?"
Zhang Jue looked up and saw that the man was wearing a huge helmet with a very strange design.
In this kind of match, the person obviously did not buy a ticket, but somehow sneaked in.
Zhang Jue looked at him and thought it was a little strange, but he did not say anything. He stood up and let him pass.
There were only five minutes left before the match began.
The two sides entered the arena.
With the host's passionate introduction, the audience cheered.
Hudson was the new boxing champion, deeply loved by the people of Mei, while Fang Tianlong represented the ceiling of Chinese martial arts and had many supporters.
On the big screen, Fang Tianlong's expression was calm, as if he was not affected by Li Rulong's incident.
Zhang Jue nodded to himself.
This was the demeanor of a master.
“fvck！”
A series of low curses could be heard.
Zhang Jue glanced to the side and saw that the person sitting next to him had taken off his helmet. There were many new and old scars on his head, face, and hands.
It wasn't the kind of injury that one would get from an injury. It looked like he had accidentally bumped into something, just like a blind person.
When he took off the helmet, he didn't hold it properly and accidentally hit his foot. He wanted to pick up the helmet, but his head hit the chair in front of him. He cried out in pain. It seemed that he was an unlucky old man.
Zhang Jue glanced at him and suddenly remembered Lao Guo's line, "Pulling a cart horizontally, one step at a time, one's jaw drops when yawning, one scalds the back of one's head when eating a candy cake."
When the man saw Zhang Jue looking at him, he seemed a little embarrassed.
He took out a bottle of Coke. "Buddy, do you want some?"
Zhang Jue instinctively moved away from him. "Thank you. I just drank."
"Then I won't be polite." The man chuckled and opened the can of cola. Who knew that cola would suddenly pop out.
He hurriedly blocked it with his mouth.
But there was too much foam, and it flowed out from his nose and eyes.
Two dragons playing in the water.
In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and vomited all over the floor.
The people around all dispersed and looked at him with disdain.
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