Xiang Nan then turned sideways and punched him behind the ear.
Behind the ear is the distribution area of the vagus nerve. The damage caused by attacks on it is far more serious than other parts.
At that moment, Tornado felt dizzy, with ringing in his ears and nausea.
He staggered and was about to retreat, but Xiang Nan took advantage of his illness to kill him, chasing after him and continuing to attack the area behind his ears, making the tornado continue to feel dizzy and unable to parry.
Immediately, he used his grappling hand to grab Tornado's neck, then twisted it hard and knocked him to the ground. Followed by one punch, two punches, three punches, and four punches, they hit his face hard.
Tornado was already dizzy at this time. After barely parrying twice, he lost consciousness and was punched by Xiang Nan more than ten times in succession, causing his nose to bleed and his limbs to twitch.
Xiang Nan believed that after being punched so many times between his eyebrows, even if he survived, he would still be disabled after being cured, so he let go.
At this time, the referee hurriedly stepped forward to call the count.
"One, two, three, four, five..."
The Chinese people in the audience also shouted together, "Six, seven, eight, nine, ten!!!! Yeah, win, win!!"
The foreigners shouted, "Tornado, stand up!", "Dear, don't let us down!", "Tornado, don't embarrass our British Empire!"
But their shouts were destined to be useless. In the end, after the ten-second countdown ended, Tornado failed to stand up or even wake up.
Seeing this, the referee immediately announced that Xiang Nan won.
The moment the results were announced, all the Chinese present cheered.
Hong Zhennan, Jin Shanzong and others rushed forward, lifted Xiang Nan up, and walked around the stage several times, accepting everyone's cheers and applause.
"Master Ye, you are so awesome, you bring glory to us Chinese people!"
"Master Ye, well done!"
"Master Ye, it's really good."
Everyone praised in unison.
"Master Ye, please say a few words." The host handed over the microphone.
"I came to the competition today not to prove that Chinese Kung Fu is superior to Western boxing. I just want to say that people's status is divided into high and low, but there should be no difference in personality. I very much hope that from now on, we will all learn mutual respect."
The host immediately translated Xiang Nan's words to everyone present.
Hearing what he said, all the Chinese present, and even quite a few foreigners, applauded Xiang Nan.
…
After the boxing match, Xiang Nan, Hong Zhennan, Jin Shanxun and other martial arts masters went to a restaurant to drink and celebrate.
"Master Ye, you really give face to us martial arts masters. It's amazing."
"Master Ye, I'd like to toast you, you are so great!"
"Master Ye, you are the pride of our Xiangjiang Martial Arts Association!"
Everyone congratulated one after another.
"Everyone is welcome." Xiang Nan waved his hand and said with a smile, "Promoting Chinese martial arts requires everyone to work together. I have only made a small contribution."
At this moment, a reporter suddenly asked, "Master Ye, you knocked down the tornado without getting hurt at all. Does this prove that your kung fu is better than Master Hong?"
As soon as this question was asked, everyone couldn't help but be stunned and looked at this ignorant guy.
Although Hong Zhennan has not defeated Tornado before, he is the president of Xiangjiang Martial Arts Association after all. He has been in this position for more than 20 years. He has deep skills and high qualifications. He is the big brother that everyone admires most.
Although he has never hit a tornado, everyone still looks up to him as a leader.
Of course it's a little embarrassing now. Because Xiang Nan appeared and after three games, he didn't suffer any injuries, but instead beat the tornado to death.
So it seems that Xiang Nan's kung fu is indeed better than Hong Zhennan's. From now on, the Xiangjiang Martial Arts Association will probably be dominated by Xiang Nan.
Just when everyone was feeling embarrassed, Xiang Nan smiled slightly, waved his hands and said, "Hey, that's not what you said. Do you know why I didn't get hurt in the tornado and defeated him easily? That's because before the competition. , Master Hong found me and discussed with me how to deal with tornadoes.
Master Hong retired last time, not because he couldn't beat the tornado, but because he was injured. However, he had figured out the reality of the tornado and told me all this information.
That’s why I can target the tornado’s weaknesses and win. So half of the credit for this time has to go to Master Hong, he is the real hero. "
Hearing what he said, everyone applauded.
Hong Zhennan was very emotional, knowing that Xiang Nan was trying to save face for him.
In fact, Xiang Nan was the first person to see that a tornado had to hit the middle.
It can be seen from this that Xiang Nan's vision is sharper than his.
What's more, even if you know the weakness and don't know how to master it, you still won't be able to defeat it.
So in this competition, Xiang Nan is still the best. He also admitted that Xiang Nan's kung fu was better than his.
…
After the celebration banquet, Xiang Nan returned home.
Zhang Yongcheng happily greeted him with his sons Ye Zhun and Ye Zheng.
Xiang Nan was worried that they would be scared to watch today's game, so he didn't let them go.
However, they still knew the progress of the game through the radio.
"Honey, that's great. You weren't hurt at all. We were all worried to death." Zhang Yongcheng said with red eyes.
She couldn't imagine what she would do if Xiang Nan was really injured.
"Okay, I promise you, I will try not to do anything in the future." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "I won't let you worry about me anymore."
Zhang Yongcheng nodded.
…
Then, all the major newspapers in Xiangjiang reported the news of Xiang Nan's battle against Tornado.
Xiang Nan was hailed as the pride of the Chinese people, a patriotic hero, and he was praised very highly.
Xiang Nan's popularity in Xiangjiang has reached its peak, and his image is even more dazzling and respectable.
Affected by this, the Wing Chun Sports Association under his name suddenly received an influx of tens of thousands of people, hoping to become apprentices and learn Wing Chun.
Such enthusiastic registration shocked Jinshan Zhao and others.
After Xiang Nan learned the news, he instructed Jinshan to find merit-based admissions.
Young, strong, well-established, talented and persevering students will be given priority.
He hopes to find some good martial arts students, especially those who are better at fighting.
After all, he is forty-six years old this year and will soon be fifty.
Therefore, after fifty days and noon, even if a person does not accept aging, his mind and body are gradually aging and degenerating.
But boxing is afraid of young people. If he competes with young people again, it will be difficult for him to win.
Therefore, in order to promote Wing Chun and to help guard the school, it is necessary to recruit a group of disciples who can fight.
Following Xiang Nan's instructions, Jinshan found Huang Liang, Xu Shichang, Xu Li and other young people who were strong and eager to fight.
They even took in a child who had just turned ten--Bruce Lee.
He originally thought the child was too young and didn't want to accept it. But the kid was very perseverant and actually stayed at the door of the Wing Chun Sports Association for ten days, hoping to become a disciple.
Jinshan found out that he was so determined and knew that he was a good prospect, so he made the decision to accept him.
