In the eyes of the British colonial government, this western boxing competition was held to ease the conflict between China and Britain, and to let the people of Hong Kong understand the power of British boxing. Therefore, the British colonial government also attached some importance to this competition and handed it over to David Molkov, the superintendent of Kowloon Police, to be in charge. This foreign devil named David was not only greedy and lustful, but also looked down on Chinese people. Fei Bo and the others secretly gave him a nickname: Ghosthead!
After Ghosthead received the order from Hong Kong's chief superintendent, in order to make this boxing competition beautiful, not only did he requisition the entire first floor of the Ming Hua Building on Fighters Street in Kowloon as the venue for the western boxing competition, he also let more than 200 disciples of the entire Hong Fist Dojo come as free volunteers, decorating the entire boxing ring very spacious and beautiful.
Ye Xuan and Ye Wen brought more than a dozen disciples to the hall of the boxing competition early in the morning. They looked at the designated seat numbers on the tickets and sat down peacefully.
Not long after they sat down, people came in one after another from outside the door. Some of these people were Chinese people in plain clothes, and some were foreigners in gorgeous suits. These people talked and laughed, found their seats according to the ticket numbers in their hands, and sat down.
Dong dong dong! Dong dong dong! — —
The lights on the ring were turned on, illuminating the entire ring. A burst of drumming sounded, and then a group of Hong Fist disciples wearing black Hong Fist Dojo clothes walked onto the ring, set up a formation, and practiced Hong Fist moves one by one.
"Master Ye!" Just as these people were watching the performance on the ring, Hong Zhennan walked over.
"Master Hong! Master Hong! " Ye Xuan and Ye Wen stood up at the same time and cupped their fists. At the same time, Ye Wen said politely, "Thank you, Master Hong, for those tickets. They can let us broaden our horizons."
"You're welcome, you're welcome." Hearing Ye Wen's polite words, Hong Zhennan smiled and waved his hand. Then he said, "In a while, each sect will send people up to perform martial arts. Tell your disciples to prepare, and later go up together to show their faces. It will also increase the popularity of your dojo. "
"Thank you!" Ye Wen cupped his fists and said gratefully. Their dojo had just opened. They don't have any connections in Hong Kong, and not many people know about them, let alone learn from them. With Hong Zhennan's words, their Martial Arts School will be promoted.
Hong Zhennan still had other masters to greet, so he didn't stand on ceremony with them. He nodded at them and turned around to greet others.
Looking at Hong Zhennan's departing figure, Ye Xuan frowned. If there were no accidents, Hong Zhennan would be beaten to death in the ring because of his fight with the British boxing champion, Milos Tyler. Should he save him?
…
Just as Hong Zhennan was calling out to the masters of the various martial arts schools in Hong Kong, two Englishmen were sitting on recliners at a slightly higher place in the other row, watching the Hong Quan disciples performing martial arts in the ring. Their faces flashed with an indescribable expression.
One of them was Ghosthead, who was in charge of the competition, and the other was Charles, the director of the British Boxing Champions Council.
At this moment, a tall and muscular man appeared. A man wearing only a pair of boxers and a white boxing robe walked in from the side door. He patted Ghosthead's shoulder and said, "Hi! Bro! "
"Hello, Tyler!" Seeing that the boxing king had arrived, Ghosthead and Charles both stood up and extended their hands to shake his hand happily.
"Before the match, we have prepared a show for you!" Ghosthead shook hands with Tyler, invited him to sit down, and pointed to the martial arts performance in the ring.
"Thank you!" Tai Lai thanked him and sat down. Looking at the disciple of the Hong Fist Dojo who was performing Hong Fist in the ring, he tilted his head and asked inexplicably, "What is this? British pantomime? Why are they dancing and shouting at the same time? "
"…" Hearing Tyler's words, Ghosthead shook his head. Looking at the performance in the ring, a mocking smile appeared on his face, "Tyler. That's not British pantomime, that's China's martial arts. They believe that shouting will make them full of strength! "
"Ha!" Tyler's lips curled into a mocking smile, then he said to Ghosthead and Charles, "Is that so? Then I'll go and give them a reason to shout, okay? "
"Go!" Charles nodded with a smile.
"Hahaha!!!" On the other hand, Ghosthead let out a malicious laugh.
Seeing that the person in charge of this competition had nodded, Tyler's lips curled up, stood up from the chair, and walked towards the ring.
Tyler came to the ring and looked at the Hong Quan disciple who was waving his hands and feet, a look of contempt flashed across his face.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that Tornado is eager to try!" Seeing Tornado on the stage, the host first spoke in English, then said in Chinese, "The boxing king seems to be very interested in China's martial arts!"
Just as Tyler was looking at the performance of the Hong Quan disciple as if he was looking at a monkey performing acrobatics, the Hong Quan disciple finally finished a set of fist techniques and was thanking the audience below the stage.
"Very good!" Tyler looked at the audience who were clapping, then walked over to Zheng Weiji who was standing at the front and leading the disciples to perform, and said in English, "Hit me!"
"Huh?" Zheng Weiji didn't understand English, so he looked at Tyler in confusion.
"Punch me!" Seeing that Zheng Weiji didn't understand, Tyler gestured with his fist, then pressed it on his chest, and said again.
This time, although Zheng Weiji did not understand what Tai Lai was saying, he understood what Tai Lai was trying to say. However, he thought that Tai Lai was just here to put on a show. Suddenly, he bent his legs and threw a straight punch, but he did not manage to hit Tai Lai.
The audience didn't realize that Tyler came with ill intentions, and they thought that he wanted to perform with Zheng Weiji, so they immediately applauded. Only Ye Xuan was sitting quietly at the side, looking at Tai Lai with a cold gleam in his eyes.
"Hit me!" Seeing that Zheng Weiji's fist only stopped in front of his chest, Tyler was very dissatisfied, and looked down on China's martial arts even more. He took the fist that stopped in front of his chest, hit his rock-like chest a few times, and shouted again.
At this point, if Zheng Weiji still did not understand Tai Lai's intention, he would have lived his life in vain. It was obvious that this foreigner was here to look for trouble. Looking at Tai Lai's disdainful expression, Zheng Weiji clenched his fists and threw a punch at Tai Lai's chest.
Bam!
As if he had punched a wall of flesh, Tyler's expression didn't change at all, and he seemed to take Zheng Weiji's punch easily.
"Amazing! Cool! " Seeing that their country's boxing champion took the punch from the Chinese without moving, the British people on the stage immediately gave their boxing champion a round of applause.
Feeling the itchy force in front of his chest, Tyler grabbed Zheng Weiji's fist and mocked, "Use more strength, come on!"
"Hahaha!" The British people below the stage saw their country's boxing champion teasing the Chinese boxer, and they instantly let out ear-piercing laughter.
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