The "Japanese" Ito Koshi and the "Korean" Lee Yong Ji fought each other in the warm-up match. It was truly a shocking sight to behold.
Even if it was just a warm-up, it was still too low level to not participate in the gambling!
'Kyokushin Karate 9th Dan' Mr. Itoshi, it's fine if you don't use your hands, but why do you clench your fists with your thumbs under your index and middle fingers!
Even elementary school students know that clenching your fists like that not only doesn't hurt, you might even injure yourself!
Also, when you fight, you only say one sentence in Japanese, which is "Baka!" "Baka!" Can you be more professional! At least say something like "wash the inside"!
The 'Taekwondo 9th Dan Black Belt' Mr. Lee Yongji was even more excessive. He kept on yelling "Seumida!" "Seumida!" "Baka" is a term used to swear, but you're using a completely meaningless word! "Jiang Yi thought.
As for Lee Yongji's martial arts, it really made the Xu JinSheng father and son want to commit suicide — — or kill someone — — all the Taekwondo fans in the world will not let you go!
Not a single kick could reach above the waist! Furthermore, he almost tripped himself several times. This level is even worse than a street dance beginner!
All in all, the "Japanese and Korean war" on the stage was very fake, even more fake than the martial arts scenes in Beijing opera.
What was even more unbelievable was that apart from me and Peng TouSi, the audience was having a great time watching.
The salesman, Old Mao, raised his right hand and cheered. His stained white shirt cuffs peeked out from under his black suit.
"Fight! Chase! Kick! Kill him! Dig out his eyes! "
I reckon that the people who came to see the western scenery out of curiosity didn't have any expectations for fighting skills like me. They would be satisfied to see a street brawl.
The problem was that the fight between 'Itoshi' and 'Lee Yongji' didn't even reach the level of a street fight! They didn't even have the fighting spirit of two roosters, and they didn't even have the courage to fight with their lives on the line!
The most infuriating thing was that the host was still doing his best to explain this battle of the lowest level in the universe.
"Contestant Itoshi used an upside-down golden hook! Unfortunately, it didn't hit! Contestant Lee Yongji dodged it! "
That's called dodging by a hair's breadth! Moreover, wasn't the Golden Hook Upside Down a football skill?
"Ah! Contestant Li Yongji realized that his opponent had circled behind him, and very decisively made a mistake! "
Wouldn't it be more appropriate to call it "Divine Dragon Swings its Tail"? So, you knew that the wedding style would not work here, so you immediately changed it to the style of football commentary?
It was quite suitable. Anyway, the game on the field was as bad as China's football.
Even the cultured Peng TouSi couldn't help but complain, "This is actually a comedy skit, isn't it?"
The farce of the "war between Japan and Korea" lasted for more than ten minutes, and finally came to an end with a well-designed "mutual chest hit" action.
"Wow, contestant Li Yongji actually managed to kick Ito Etsushi's chest in the nick of time! At the same time, Ito Etsu punched Li Yongji in the chest! From the looks of it, both of them are heavily injured! "
"They covered their chests with painful expressions on their faces. They kept retreating and retreating!"
"Ah! He fell! Itoshi and Li Yongji collapsed at the same time! It was a draw! Japanese Karate and Korean Taekwondo are evenly matched! Both the Japanese and Koreans are finished! "
Four stretcher bearers walked up from the stage and pretended to carry the two fake foreigners off the stage.
"Well done!" Old Mao did not show the slightest bit of sympathy for his foreign friends. The rest of the audience probably had the same attitude.
In all fairness, although this match was extremely boring in the eyes of the experts, it catered to the preferences of the majority of the audience. The "mutual destruction" of the Japanese and Koreans cleverly stirred up the atmosphere in the arena.
I always felt that this kind of nonsensical and unscrupulous performance style was somewhat familiar! Could it be that I have seen the other works of the planner?
After the arena was cleaned up, the host returned to the stage and loudly announced:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the real match is about to begin! Our staff will walk over to the audience, and everyone can place their bets on either the blue or red side! Next, let's welcome the two contestants from Thailand … "
Thailand? Muay Thai? Although Muay Thai's training methods are cruel and extremely damaging to the fighter, at the same time, it is also a powerful killing technique known as the "Eight Arms Fist Technique". Although I have seen it in games and on TV, I have never seen it with my own eyes. Could it be that I can witness it today?
Please don't be like the fake Japanese and Koreans from the previous match! Since it's an underground match, can you at least show me some real martial arts! I'm begging you!
After the host's announcement, a dark and small figure jumped onto the stage. He was super small and was only half the height of the host.
My first reaction was: Huh? Guo Jingming is also participating?
After taking a closer look, what's going on? The red contestant is still a child! He's probably only 10 years old!
But he was only wearing a pair of shorts, but he had a completely different temperament compared to the two fakes. His strong body covered in olive oil shone under the lights — — when I was 10 years old, I definitely didn't have a physique like this. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been chased and beaten up by Xiao Qin every day.
The boy with a crew cut pursed his lips and his nostrils flared. He looked at the dense crowd below the stage as if he was accumulating his anger in a foreign land. He had a fierce expression on his face.
His opponent also appeared at this moment. They both had the same crew cut and were equally serious. Other than the blue gloves, the two were practically carved from the same mold.
The host made way for them in the center of the stage and continued to explain:
"The red team's Khun Song Ataipa and the blue team's Mengcha Ataipa are twin brothers from an orthodox Muay Thai family! Don't underestimate them just because they're 11 years old, they're already veterans who have fought over a hundred matches! They've also obtained good results in Bangkok's Muay Thai community! "
"Whether you're optimistic about the older brother Khun Song or the younger brother Mengcha, please place your bets! Once the match starts, we won't accept bets! "
Looking at the two brothers on the stage, I had a very uncomfortable feeling in my heart.
Whether it was their physique, appearance, or temperament, these two children were definitely Muay Thai fighters. However, I didn't feel any joy from witnessing the power of Muay Thai.
It's not that I look down on underage Muay Thai (I'm also underage), but with so many adults watching, it's really too heartless to treat the two children on the stage as entertainment. You should at least protest a little! Everyone looked around curiously and took out their money to place bets. Do you guys think this is chicken fighting?
I heard from my dad that Thailand's rural economy isn't very developed. Some parents would train their children's fighting skills and let them participate in legal and illegal matches to earn money for their family.
That's why it's really unfortunate for a man to be born in Thailand! If your family is poor, then you basically only have two choices: Muay Thai or transvestite!
These two brothers probably followed a master and came to China to make a fortune. The martial arts he had painstakingly trained had actually become a gambling tool for a bunch of idlers. The world was really ironic and cruel.
"I bet my older brother will win!" Old Mao drunkenly took out a few bills and threw them at the staff member.
"Then I'll bet my younger brother will win." Peng TouSi quietly bet the same amount of money.
I frowned and looked at Peng TouSi beside me.
"Peng … Peng Peng." Just as I said it, I remembered I should have used a fake name, "Didn't we agree not to gamble? Also, I don't think it's interesting to let two brothers fight, let's just leave! "
"Young master Lin, since you're here, why don't you stay a bit longer?" Peng TouSi said calmly, "Also, once the underground match starts, spectators aren't allowed to leave unless it's under special circumstances. Don't you see the warehouse door is already sealed?"
I followed Peng TouSi's line of sight. He was right. There were two security guards standing on the left and right side of the door.
"It's not impossible to stay and watch, but why do you want to bet?"
"Because under normal circumstances, you'll win more if you bet on the older brother. Wouldn't that be too pitiful for the younger brother?"
"It's already pitiful for two 11-year-old brothers to fight in front of foreigners to earn money!"
"That's already good …" Peng TouSi's eyes were filled with great pity as if he was recalling some unbearable past, like his childhood in the slums.
Following the sound of the gong, the two brothers, Kun Song and Mengcha, started fighting with real swords and guns.
It was my first time witnessing the glory of Muay Thai.
They didn't hold back just because they were blood relatives! The knee strike and elbow strike that brought about a strong gust of wind were fierce and sharp. The high and low sweeping kicks were also frightening to watch. It was indeed worthy of being a combat technique that was designed to cripple or kill the opponent!
Those two guys that pretended to be Japanese and Koreans should die! You guys aren't even as beautiful as children!
It was beautiful, but it was also cruel.
In a Muay Thai match, fractures, concussions, and other serious injuries often occur, even if it's for the younger generation. It's definitely not suitable for people who are afraid of death.
Seeing Kun Song and Mengcha focused on their fight in front of the noisy crowd of foreign spectators, I felt ashamed from the bottom of my heart.
While I was fretting over whether to eat at the cafeteria or a small restaurant for lunch, there was an even younger person who was risking his life for survival. He stood on a stage that had no honor to speak of and punched his brothers who were born the same as him!
Kun Song's powerful high kick almost hit Mengcha's forehead. I blinked subconsciously.
He really did it! If it was me, I wouldn't be able to attack my brother so fiercely even if I had no other choice.
"Don't worry." Peng TouSi comforted, "The two of them have great teamwork. People who are familiar with each other can fight fiercely, but actually, they only have superficial wounds."
"Superficial wounds?" Lao Mao, who was sitting next to him, didn't believe it. When Khun Song kicked, he was so scared that he hid his neck in his collar. "I think these two Thai kids are serious! If they jump out of an alley and beat me up in the middle of the night, I'll definitely die! "
After hearing Peng TouSi's words, I shifted my gaze back to the stage. I didn't know why I felt apologetic, but I carefully observed the moves and characteristics of Muay Thai. I had to say, this thing was too cruel. If I was inspired by something, it would be a move that could kill the opponent in one hit.
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