Xiang Nan has been playing black boxing for a week, playing more than ten rounds every day. Every round is like a lion fighting a rabbit, and he must try his best.
After so many days of fighting, his actual combat experience has been greatly enhanced, and his confidence and murderous intent have gradually improved.
…
Saturday is the day of the boxing championship tournament.
Xiang Nan brought Jin Shanxun, Shi Tiezhu and other brothers to the auditorium.
"Ask me, what's so good about Western boxing? It's just a monkey show. Our Chinese martial arts are vast and profound." Shi Tiezhu said with a smile.
"Yes, foreigners don't know much about Kung Fu, it's nothing more than throwing Wang Ba punches at each other."
"Yes, the foreign boxing, you punch me and I punch you, there are no moves or routines, how can it be as beautiful as our Kung Fu."
They all laughed and talked about it, thinking that Western boxing was nothing more than that.
The other martial arts masters also smiled and nodded, thinking that Western boxing was just monkey tricking.
"Don't underestimate Western boxing. It has a history of more than 2,000 years and has been around since ancient Greece." Xiang Nan saw that they underestimated the enemy and quickly reminded them, "Modern boxing appeared in the seventeenth century, when Kangxi was still Years. In our Chinese martial arts, many boxing techniques do not have such a long history."
Chinese martial arts are said to have a long history, but in fact many boxing techniques only appeared in modern times. For example, Xingyi Quan, Bagua Zhang, Tai Chi, Baji Quan, White Crane Quan, Hong Quan, Wing Chun... In terms of history, it is not much older than modern boxing.
"Ah?!" Everyone blinked when Xiang Nan said this.
This was the first time they knew this knowledge.
"Moreover, these boxers have to fight dozens of games every year in order to compete for the title of boxing champion. In every game, victory must be considered until the opponent is unable to fight back.
Think about it for yourself, besides competing with fellow students, how many times do you fight against others a year? How many times have you faced opponents who are evenly matched or even stronger than you? Xiang Nan said again.
Hearing what he said, everyone was a little shocked.
Martial arts masters like them who have become famous rarely fight with others to death.
The reason is very simple. People who become famous cherish feathers. Once they fail, the image of a master will be greatly reduced. Not only will his status in the world plummet, but the martial arts gym will lose most of its apprentices, which is a huge loss.
Therefore, no one will take action easily, let alone fight dozens of life-and-death games a year. I'm afraid they have never fought so many times in their lives.
"So don't underestimate Western boxing. These famous boxers have fought hundreds of life-and-death battles. They have rich practical experience and are extremely lethal.
A middleweight professional boxer with a punch that weighs 600 kilograms. Cracking skulls and knocking out teeth are commonplace. Think about it for yourselves, are you able to deliver such a punch? Xiang Nan reminded again.
They boxers know too little about Western boxing, they only think that they are barbarians who don’t understand anything, and that boxing is just a matter of fighting each other. Therefore, as soon as he came on stage and fought in actual combat, he was knocked down with a punch.
So Xiang Nan kindly reminded them not to be careless, this is no joke.
"Master Ye, do you know much about Western boxing?" Hong Zhennan asked in surprise when he heard this.
Although he helped organize the boxing match, this was the first time he knew this knowledge.
Unexpectedly, the Western boxing he looked down upon actually had a history of hundreds of years, even longer than his Hong Kong boxing.
He also didn't expect that Western boxers would have to fight so many games a year. He had never fought that many in thirty or forty life-and-death battles.
And one punch weighs six hundred kilograms, which is really impressive. Although he didn't know the exact weight of his punch, he probably wasn't that strong.
"Before I came, I checked some information." Xiang Nan said.
"Master Ye, we can't beat him from the front, let's hit him from the back."
"We can also hit the weak points. Insert the eyes, lock the throat, hit the vagina..."
When the martial arts masters saw that Xiang Nan used Western boxing so harshly, they became rebellious and said immediately.
"Boxing is only allowed to hit the effective parts, the front and sides of the head, the front and sides of the waist. You can't hit below the belt, and you can't hit the back of the head or back." Xiang Nan explained, "Moreover, when boxing, you wear gloves. Eye and throat locking moves are impossible to use."
"Oh, how can we fight? Then there is no need to play."
"I can't fight with the gloves on, and I can't even use my grappling hands."
Upon hearing this, all the boxers shook their heads.
…
As he spoke, the audience had already entered the venue.
Before the boxing match officially begins, there will be a performance session.
Apprentices from the Heung Kong Wushu Congregation performed Chinese martial arts as a warm-up.
The first to take the stage were Hong Zhennan’s disciples. Wearing martial arts training uniforms, they lined up and performed Hongquan routines on the stage.
Each move is precise and orderly, which is very impressive.
Hong Zhennan nodded repeatedly as he watched. These are his most outstanding disciples, and it is likely that they will inherit his legacy in the future.
At this moment, Tornado suddenly walked onto the stage.
"It seems that the boxing champion Tornado is very interested in Chinese martial arts." The host didn't know what was going on, and even helped to boast.
But Xiang Nan knew that Tornado came to power just to stir up trouble.
"Master Hong, this person is coming with bad intentions. Let your disciples be careful." He quickly reminded Hong Zhennan.
Hong Zhennan couldn't help but frown when he saw Tornado rushing onto the stage and interrupting the performance.
If Tornado is really interested in Chinese martial arts, he should pay him a visit and ask for advice.
Now he is an uninvited guest and interrupts the disciples' performance. He really doesn't understand the rules.
Sure enough, Tornado shouted towards his disciple, "Come on, hit me~"
His disciple Aji hesitated and punched him.
"You haven't eaten? Use some strength and hit me!" Tornado smiled disdainfully.
Aki originally didn't want to offend him, but seeing how arrogant and annoying he was, he finally couldn't help but punch him, but was immediately punched to the ground by Tornado.
"Come on~" He shouted to the other disciples again.
When everyone saw it, they rushed forward.
But soon they were all punched by the tornado, knocking them all to the ground.
Seeing this, other martial arts masters couldn't help but think of Xiang Nan's words.
Western boxing punches are powerful and heavy, with strong lethality. As expected, he defeated eight disciples with one punch, so easily.
You know, even if they attack, they can't do it so neatly, and it's even harder for them to fight so many people at the same time.
From this point of view, this Western boxing really has its own tricks.
…
At this moment, after the tornado knocked down all the disciples, he started shouting crazily, "This is your kung fu, shit, go back and dance."
The host immediately translated his words.
"What did you say?"
"What fart?"
After hearing what he said, the martial artists in the audience stood up and cursed loudly.
They have been practicing boxing all their lives, but to be told that they are bullshit and that they are better off dancing really makes their lungs explode.
At that moment, all the martial arts masters and martial arts school disciples rushed to the stage to give the tornado some color.
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
