Amid the cheers from the audience, the Muay Thai champion Tony Feng, who came from afar, slowly stood up and strode towards the ring.

From the moment he stood up, he successfully attracted the attention of everyone, and the cheers around him gradually weakened.

Tony Feng walked to the big table next to the ring, dipped his fist in ink mud, and then printed a bright red punch mark on the rice paper.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly stepped onto the ring and came to his disciple Xu Xiaohu.

"Stand up." Tony Feng said in a deep and thick voice.

Xu Xiaohu struggled twice, managed to raise his arms, and half-knelt on the ring.

He looked up at Tony Feng, his eyes full of crazy admiration.

"Trash is trash! To be knocked down by such a soft fist." Tony Feng said coldly.

Xu Xiaohu shook his head, shouted loudly, and stood up straight again.

The whole audience was suddenly shocked, and even Master Ye Tian was shocked.

When did Muay Thai's ability to resist punches become so powerful?

Xu Xiaohu had just received a dozen punches, and he used all his strength in every punch, but he could still stand up. Master Ye Tian suddenly felt a little sad.

Am I really old? Why is my fist like this?

Before he finished speaking, Tony Feng twisted his waist sideways and performed a beautiful leg sweep, kicking Xu Xiaohu so hard that he almost fell off the ring.

Peng! Xu Xiaohu's huge body fell to the ground with a bang, which shocked the whole audience.

This man's legs were so strong. Xu Xiaohu weighed at least two hundred kilograms, but he kicked him away. It was easier than kicking a sandbag.

What's even more chilling is that this man has an extremely hard heart. Xu Xiaohu was his disciple, but after his defeat, he was kicked off the stage mercilessly like he was throwing away garbage, showing no mercy at all.

This kind of person is simply a natural fighting machine, powerful and ruthless, with terrifying lethality.

In comparison, Wing Chun master Yip Tim is thin and has a bruised forehead. Even the corners of his eyes were broken by the impact just now, with faint traces of blood, and he seems to have weakened.

Tony Feng did not take action, but stood on the stage, looking at the opponent in front of him with cold and ruthless eyes, as if a hunter was watching the prey that had fallen into a trap.

"You Chinese people are all bragging about their kung fu and cannot be used in actual combat. I only trained him for half a year, and he can beat you to a bloody head and make you vulnerable. Do you want to continue to fight?" Tony? Feng

He said coldly.

When he said these words, the whole place quickly fell silent. Everyone was listening, and many people clenched their fists in dissatisfaction.

"I have integrated Muay Thai and modern fighting techniques. My fists are trained using the most scientific methods. Muay Thai no longer needs to hurt yourself to gain combat power, so you can't beat me." Tony Feng continued.

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Everyone could tell that the reason why he kept talking was to constantly undermine Master Ye Tian's confidence.

Master Ye Tian did not take action, but used this short period of time to quickly recover his strength and adjust his condition, so he did not refute.

"I came to Hong Kong Island this time to expose your lies about Chinese Kung Fu and shut down all your martial arts schools. You have an idiom in China called Hua Quan Embroidered Legs. Today! I will interrupt your Hua Quan Embroidered Legs, because there is only Muay Thai

He is the strongest!"

Master Ye Tian took a deep breath, faced this powerful enemy, and said calmly: "You are wrong!"

"Martial arts is not just about winning. Even if you beat me today, you will not be able to win."

It doesn’t mean you can defeat Chinese martial arts. There are many more powerful Chinese martial arts masters than me, and some people’s realms are something you will never be able to peek into.”

"Hmph! It's this deceptive trick again! Where are the martial arts masters you mentioned? None of you Chinese can fight!" Tony Feng said proudly.

"Come on! Let me beat you until you beg for mercy!" Tony Feng raised his fingers at Master Ye Tian and said with contempt on his face.

At this moment, the whole place was boiling again, and almost all Chinese people felt aggrieved by this Thai guy's arrogance.

"Master Ye, beat him to death!"

"Come on, Master Ye, Chinese martial arts will definitely work!"

"Hit him! Wing Chun is invincible!"

I don’t know who took the lead and sang that familiar song, and everyone’s singing echoed in the sky above the boxing gym.

"The Great Wall will never fall down, the Yellow River is surging for thousands of miles, open your eyes..."

At this moment, Master Ye Tian couldn't help but feel refreshed. With the support of everyone, he seemed to have regained his strength, and even felt as if he had returned to his youth.

Tony Feng also heard the high-pitched singing coming from all around. He shook his head with disdain and said with a smile: "You Chinese just like these bluff things. It's useless. Only strength is real!"

After saying that, Tony Feng took two steps and rushed in front of Master Ye Tian in an instant.

He held his head with both arms as in Muay Thai movements, protecting his head, face, and chest midline. He suddenly raised his left knee and pushed it directly into the opponent's chest and abdomen.

This is a fierce move in Muay Thai, a low knee impact. Under this impact, it seems that the air around the two people has been sucked out, forming a vacuum state, the iron knee is in the air, and the wind is whining.

This knee came so fast that Master Yip Tian had to grit his teeth and push his arms down, trying to block the opponent's fierce attack with the Wing Chun bridge hand.

Wing Chun's two-word clamp Yangma step is not good at kicking. Compared with the kicks of Muay Thai, the momentum is slightly weaker, so Master Yip Tian decided to use punches to overcome the knees.

A knee came up, and there was a faint sound of breaking through the air. As soon as Master Ye Tian's palms came into contact with the opponent's iron knee, he suddenly felt something bad.

He didn't expect the opponent's strength to be so strong? It was far beyond his estimate.

The knees and palms were separated at the first touch. To be precise, it was Master Ye Tian who chose to quickly retreat and not fight head-on with the opponent.

Who would have thought that after Tony Feng's knee hit him, he jumped up and turned into a cannonball, including his knee, and hit his opponent.

Master Ye Tian remained calm. He bowed his body slightly and stepped back. At the same time, he struck back with his arms, turned his palm into a knife, and stabbed the opponent's thigh with lightning speed.

It turned out that he deliberately used retreat to advance, luring the enemy deeper and putting the real killing move behind him.

Bump! The muscles and finger bones collided hard together, making a crisp sound like a broken earthen pot.

Tony Feng's thigh muscles were tense, and he was stabbed hard by the iron finger, and his iron knee hit Master Ye Tian's lower abdomen without any tricks.

Their movements were stagnant, and they suddenly separated, each taking three steps back.

Immediately afterwards, Tony Feng launched another charge and hit him with another knee.

Master Ye Tian took half a step to the left, sideways to avoid the knee. At the same time, he stretched out his left arm with his bridge hand, and with his five fingers forming claws, he dug into the inside of the opponent's knee with an extremely concealed movement.

It's too late, but it's soon! Tony Feng's mind moved slightly, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The leg muscles flexed, and the calf below the knee shot out like a switchblade, cutting through the air and rushing towards Master Ye Tian's waist.

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This leg is extremely clever, and the changes in dexterity are not under the Wing Chun bridge hand.

Master Ye Tian's scalp exploded. He lowered his waist and crossed the horse. He grabbed the ground with his toes and hurriedly took half a step back, narrowly avoiding the opponent's leg knife stabbing.

However, as he retreated, his body's center of gravity swayed slightly.

With Tony Feng's keen perception, how could he not catch this flaw? While he laughed, his foot knife turned into the force of stepping on the ground, stepped hard on the ring, and then used the force to twist around, finishing in one go

, and hit Master Ye Tian on the forehead with a backhand elbow.

Bang! The sound of this elbow was extremely loud, and everyone in the audience was shocked.

In fact, Master Ye Tian tried his best to deflect his neck to avoid the elbow, but unfortunately his forehead was still hit by the tip of the elbow.

Tony Feng is a master of Muay Thai, and his elbow strikes are so powerful that just the force of a rub is enough to knock someone unconscious on the spot.

Master Ye Tian's figure was swaying, and he was obviously injured. The key was that he was hit hard on the head, his center of gravity was lost, and his own strength was naturally lost.

Tony Feng succeeded with one blow and kicked Master Ye Tian in the chest without hesitation, knocking Master Ye Tian to the point where he fell down on the ring.

The entire audience was shocked, and countless exclamations echoed around. Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief, and endless panic arose in their hearts.

Is it true that Chinese martial arts is no longer good?

How can Muay Thai be so fierce? Even the Wing Chun master is no match for it?

Bang! Tony Feng stepped on Master Ye Tian's head and laughed wildly: "Old man, admit defeat! They say your Chinese martial arts is a fake. If you don't admit defeat, I will trample you to death!"

Master Ye Tian exerted all his strength and rolled like a lazy donkey. He luckily escaped from the opponent's feet and barely stood up.

The old man had obviously been seriously injured, his physical strength and endurance were gone, and it was difficult to even stand.

However, he did not admit defeat, but still stubbornly displayed the Wing Chun starting position.

At this moment, the audience around him choked up, because they saw the spirit of the old martial arts veteran who never gave up. Although he could not win, he could not be defeated in the martial arts.

Tony Feng did not continue to attack, but shook his head and sneered: "There is no need to continue! You are no match for me! If we continue to fight, you will die in the ring."

Master Ye Tian shook his head, blood was pouring from his forehead, and the old man's eyes were blurred, but he refused to admit defeat.

Tony Feng said loudly: "Do you have no one in the Chinese martial arts world? With the Kung Fu of a three-legged cat, is he worthy of being called a master? He is not my opponent! Who else is there?"

Before he finished speaking, Tony Feng swayed, walked to the left side of Master Ye Tian, ​​and kicked the old boxer to the ground with a side hook.

Master Ye Tian struggled to get up again, but this time his movements were slower than before.

Seeing this scene, many Chinese people around could not help but blush.

A fat middle-aged man sitting in the guest seats in front of the ring couldn't bear it anymore and said with a gloomy face: "This bitch Thai guy is too cruel. He is so arrogant, I will not be able to leave Hong Kong Island if I turn around!"

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This middle-aged fat man is not an ordinary person, but a leader of the 14K, one of the four major societies in Hong Kong. His surname is Zhou Linlei. He is so used to it that even he can't stand it anymore.

At this time, another bald old man who was also sitting in the guest seat shook his head and said: "Zhou Linlei, don't be confused. This Tony Feng has a background. Behind him is the Vietnam Gang and the Indian Chamber of Commerce. This time they are
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