After the full force of the God-killing Whip and the Demon-Subduing Hammer, and the desperate attack of the Eight Guesses, they finally showed completely different effects in combat power due to the level of power and the level of divine will.

Half of the boxing rings, which were built with logs, were located on the slowly flowing Mekong River. After experiencing the bombardment and violent shocks of two beasts, they have now started to collapse from the center and gradually become a little shaky. In the middle of the boxing ring, the bowl-shaped depression highlights how terrifying the explosive power contained in the last blow of the two.

But……

Even so, Bachai still stood with his elbows and slowly sucked his breath. Although his lungs made a sound like a bellows when he was breathing, he was not as hard as Yang Meng was in Shaoxing. He was killed by his terrifying fist force.

Not only was Bacha not dead, but he flashed an extremely excited expression in his eyes. Although the bones all over his body made a fine sound like rain, his neck was still extremely tough. "You have indeed found the path to martial arts to take that step. Although I was temporarily defeated, I have understood the principles of this martial arts from you. If there is a next time, it may not be the result..."

The incredibly terrifying scenes in the boxing ring were obviously seen as Yang Meng's five-best killing seals were better than Bacha's ancient Muay Thai. However, just as Bacha moved his scarless steel body again, thousands of Siamese people who were already almost desperate cheered again with excitement.

Yang Meng nodded in admiration, pressing down the numbness from his right shoulder. Although he just gently brushed the elbow strike, the hidden force in it instantly broke through his own defense and caused a slight damage to his lungs.

"Ahem..."

Yang Meng gently took his feet back and swallowed the few strands of blood that had just been coughed out of his mouth. "Although Siamese boxing is powerful, the methods of health and wellness are definitely not as profound as our Chinese national skills. In today's battle, the potential you have accumulated for many years may have been completely exhausted, but I am still young... Even if you really have a great opportunity to make a breakthrough in the future, I am afraid that when you fight again, I will only go further than you!"

Defeating a national treasure-level boxing master like Siam and maintaining a record of getting out of the way is already the biggest boxing legend. However, Yang Meng now represents China's national martial arts. In order to pass on the national martial arts in Southeast Asia in the future, he not only has to defeat Bachai on **, but also has to be willing to understand that China's national martial arts is invincible.

Yang Meng's tone was plain. His eyes were filled with extremely strong confidence. Although there was a hint of admiration and cherishing each other, he still wanted to let the Siamese boxing champion in front of him know the result of the fight again, and he would probably only be beaten to death in the boxing ring so tragic.

Bacha realized how to improve his martial arts path. He was full of fighting spirit in his heart, but as Yang Meng said, because he was practicing Muay Thai when he was young, he had too much pressure on his potential. He finally understood that the rest of his life might become short and it would be difficult to break through this step he had seen through...

Of course, for a master like Bacha, being able to maintain a reputation of Xiaowei without dying is already the most satisfactory ending.

After all, he is different from the Japanese Japanese and has no national hatred from the Chinese, so Yang Meng has no idea of ​​taking advantage of the victory to chase him and kill him under the fist.

Seeing through Yang Meng's thoughts, Bacha's originally extremely aggressive gaze finally gradually dimmed. He just looked at the thousands of Siamese boxing fans who were cheering enthusiastically on the Mekong River. He still swallowed the blood flowing from his throat in a very tough manner regardless of his physical weakness. He said in front of Yang Meng with neither humility nor arrogant words: "I am the myth of the Siamese boxing world. I can lose a little, but I cannot be beaten to death on the spot... If you win today, it does not mean that your disciples will also surpass my disciples in the future. Although my way forward has been cut off, the inheritance of Siamese boxing has another way to do..."

Yang Meng nodded, took a deep breath, and gently pulled back his numb arms that were trembling. Looking at this Muay Thai king who looked like a ferocious beast, for the inheritance and reputation of Siamese boxing, he would rather suppress the pain on his body than show his freedom to move forward and retreat. Yang Meng's face unconsciously showed a smile of understanding, and then stretched out his left hand representing friendship with some difficulty. "The National Museum of China will also spread in Siam in the future..."

Bachai was stunned for a moment, then generously grabbed Yang Meng's outstretched arm, and pulled out his legs that had passed his knees from the cracked logs with difficulty. He suddenly smiled bitterly at the young master of boxing in front of him.

After experiencing the colonial era of strong ships and powerful cannons, especially witnessing the huge power of hot weapons on the battlefield, the martial arts masters who were once regarded as mythical on the battlefield of cold weapons not only gradually lost the mysterious and powerful halo of the past, but also had one or another concerns about the future inheritance of martial arts...

It turned out that this monkey, whose boxing skills had reached its peak, was also a man who worked hard for the inheritance of martial arts. He even traveled thousands of miles to Siam to fight to death. As a master who also established a sect and took the promotion of his country's national martial arts as his mission, how could Bacha not understand this feeling of becoming increasingly powerless?

"Now many Siamese people, even Siamese boxers, have gradually forgotten the hatred that the French have just entered Siamese, and have forgotten the true ultimate skill of ancient Siamese cangma boxing and the fighting style on the battlefield... Some even forcibly add the rules of the French's bullshit boxing to Siamese boxers in order to support their families. They are not allowed to dig their eyes and hit the crotch, just to allow those French nobles to spend a lot of money to watch the Siamese boxing matches..."

Looking at Yang Meng's equally helpless smile, Bacha suddenly showed his blood-blooded teeth and smiled coldly, "Instead of letting the Siamese Chanmaquan become a fancy fist embroidered piece under the fear and even suppression of the French, it is better to let your Chinese boxing skills enter Siamese to compete with each other. At least due to the oppression of external forces, the motivation for Siamese Chanmaquan to continue to evolve is not allowed to discover that the true ancient Siamese Chanmaquan has broken its inheritance when people want to learn in the future..."

The boxing ring was silent. After struggling for a long time, the two so-called referees finally had the courage to stand up and walked to the center of the boxing ring in fear. After chatting there for a while, they suddenly grabbed the hands of the two and raised them up at the same time. Even though Bachai broke free from one of the referees' hands in anger, they still took the initiative to walk on the stage, a little excited, and a little loudly announced something to the Siamese people on the Mekong River...

Long live! Long live!

The Siamese people in the audience danced and made huge cheers, obviously still full of great confidence and enthusiasm for the boxing champion in their hearts.

Because of the draw conclusion mentioned by the referee, Huang Daqian, who had been determined to give his opponent a fierce look, didn't bother to look at Yang Meng again, but was busy arguing fiercely with several Frenchmen on the riverside under the ring. Although it seemed that the debate had not been short, Huang Daqian's face gradually changed from dissatisfaction to a satisfied smile.

Yang Meng shook his head and tried hard to dispel all kinds of funny thoughts in his mind. At the same time, he learned the expected result from Bachai's mouth, and then smiled bitterly again, "We fought to death in the boxing ring, but in the end, because of the game between these forces, he threw out an unbeaten draw. Hehe, this peaceful atmosphere could have been achieved long ago, so why should we take action..."

Bachai's face was a little embarrassed, but then he laughed, "The result is pretty good. I did not shatter the myth of Siam Fist, and you did not make many enemies in Siam. Although my advantage is that I have a little more, in this way, I think there will be many practitioners in the National Museum you will open in the future..."

Yang Meng laughed and patted Bacha's arm casually, "It's really a good result. It didn't make you Siamese people angry about China's national martial arts, but it also helped me to establish the China National Museum. Even if I leave Siam in the future, my disciples will probably be able to establish a real career and inheritance of national martial arts in the peaceful yellow-robed Buddhist country like Siam..."

The two masters smiled and then walked down the boxing world together. Regardless of the various attempts by Huang Daqian and the French Foreigners, they simply hugged each other and agreed to meet again when Yang Meng started his sect, accompanied by their respective disciples, quietly left this peaceful and cheering ocean.

"Mengzi, you have grown up!"

Ruoli stretched out his white palm and gently stroked Yang Meng's yellowed face, knowing that although he won accurately in the boxing ring, he still suffered some minor internal injuries.

Although Ruoli had no intention of regret for Yang Meng, who had just established his reputation as a master, she felt a little unspeakable regret when she saw Yang Meng and Ba Chai walked out of the ring alive, she couldn't help but feel very happy. At the same time, she also felt sincerely relieved for this kind of cherishing and Yang Meng's character becoming more mature.

Yang Meng's eyes showed a hint of fatigue, but he was in a good mood. Seeing Ryan and Chen Zhen running over happily, he asked with a smile: "In a few days, I plan to build a Chinese martial arts museum in Siam. I don't know which of you two would like to have a big fight here first..."

Ryan and Chen Zhen paused, and then showed a hint of hesitation on their faces. "The weather here is so hot. It's better for the master (uncle) to transfer a few big boxers from the National Museum of the Nanquan lineage. Anyway, they are all used to this humid and stuffy weather..."

Yang Meng nodded in a quiet voice, as if he was very understanding, but when he pulled Ruoli to take a few steps, he smiled and said, "The so-called warrior should have the mentality of not fearing swords and fire. I was just asking casually. Since you don't like Siam so much, then just stay for me. When the people from the Shanghai National Museum of China come to take over in the second half of the year, we will go back..."

"Master (Uncle)! Give me your life..."

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