Chapter 121 Danger, very dangerous In the boxing ring, the referee rarely wore a crisp white shirt, tied with a black bow, and combed his hair smoothly.
"Both of you, Mr. Jin has spoken. He wants a fair, clean, and beautiful game.
Therefore, no one can play tricks in this game. Except for the prosthetic body on the body, no one dares to explode with poison and use knives. The name of my thunder running hand, Chen Tai, is not a pleasant one. "
After the referee glared at the two men seriously, he took their hands and motioned for them to fist bump.
Hong Sheng looked at Yin Xiu with a strange expression.
"The fight in the ancestral hall last time was just because you were lucky, but you are not so lucky this time."
Yin Xiu grinned, "Yes, yes, if you hadn't just gotten off the ship that day and got seasick, I would have been beaten to the point where I couldn't get up."
Hong Sheng's face turned red, he punched the fist handed to him by Yin Xiu, and walked away angrily.
"It's just seasickness. When I was a kid, I often got motion sickness when riding in cars. It's not a big deal."
Yin Xiu muttered, and under the guidance of the referee, he walked to a corner of the ring and stood diagonally with Hong Sheng.
The first-class boxing ring is much larger than the other three levels combined, so it is called a ring, but in fact it is more like a martial arts stage.
The two stood still, and after adjusting their breathing, the referee waved his hands again to signal them to start the game.
The entire audience immediately burst into cheers, almost tearing the roof off.
Hong Sheng walked forward slowly, each step was firm and relaxed, and his breathing became even and long as he walked.
His hands naturally drooped on both sides of his legs. They seemed to be swinging randomly, but in fact they were always in the middle line. His broad palms were dry and stable.
At this time, Hong Sheng was like a tiger wandering in the forest, lazy and casual, yet ready to attack at any time to hunt prey and meet the enemy.
Yin Xiu, on the other hand, was much more casual, just walking forward slowly with his hands behind his back.
But a knowledgeable person will know that he is moving with his feet and building momentum.
But few of the audience present understood this, so they couldn't help but be a little surprised to see that the two of them had no airs of being masters.
"I spent so much money to watch the match of the century, and this is the end result?"
The two people on the stage ignored the whispers and questions below, they only had eyes for each other, and slowly but surely approached each other.
Finally, when they were less than two meters away from each other, Yin Xiu and Hong Sheng stood still.
Hong Sheng opened his stance, and his fists were fierce and domineering. As soon as he took the stance, his muscles stretched out violently, and his muscles and bones crackled.
Yin Xiu stretched out one hand in front of him, like a shield, and floated the other hand behind him, standing in a relaxed and leisurely manner.
Hong Sheng took a deep breath, his eyes were full of anger, his muscles were bulging, his two legs were fighting, and he was about to kick off the ground with the force of his feet.
At this moment, Yin Xiu suddenly gave up the hug, stood up straight, held his hands together, left hand at the bottom, right hand at the top, raised his thumbs to give him a fist.
"Maoshan, Yinxiu."
Although this fist-holding ceremony looked uncomfortable and made people think that he was looking for trouble, considering that Yin Xiu was not a social person, Hong Sheng could only endure it and return the gift to him.
"He Lisheng, Hong..."
He just stood upright and put his hands together. Before he finished speaking, Yin Xiu kicked him in the face with a sound of breaking wind.
Hong Sheng was startled and could only lean back to avoid it.
Before she could get angry, Yin Xiu had already taken a step forward, jamming Hong Sheng's back knee with one foot, kicking the opponent's crotch with the other foot, and grabbing his veins with both hands.
Hong Sheng felt a chill under his crotch, his eyes were full of anger, and he advanced instead of retreating. Before the kick could come out, he twisted his hands, twisted his back like a tiger, and crashed into Yin Xiu's this, Yin Xiu changed her hands from grabbing to pushing. The moment they touched Hong Sheng's body, she couldn't help but take several steps back, and then her strength disappeared.
Hong Sheng turned from defense to offense and stabbed Yin Xiu's ribs with an iron hand, like a spear thrust out, opening and closing.
Yin Xiu stretched out his hand to resist, and the two sides were fighting back and forth.
"Uncle Ming, why do I feel that Brother Yin is a bit ungrateful? He started attacking others before the greetings were finished."
Uncle Ming rolled his eyes at Liu Banxian and said, "Choose! What age are you in? If you still say hello, if you don't hide a troll in your sleeve and raise your hand to kill you with one shot, then you are considered a decent person!"
Liu Banxian could only smile awkwardly when he was snatched away like this.
"But that prince who fought against Brother Yin on the stage, I think he can fight quite well."
"Ah."
Uncle Ming couldn't help but nod, "The Hong Fist is so powerful that a weak person cannot use its power. Even if the body is strong, it is inevitable that the force will backfire.
Judging from the boy's posture, he must have practiced it for many years, but his face is still rosy and his breath is even and long. It is obvious that his physique is far beyond ordinary people. "
"This guy is right!"
Uncle Ming and Liu Banxian looked up and saw a man wearing sunglasses with few hairs approaching them.
"I'm sorry to bother you. As for my little brother, I have been watching boxing for decades. My friends here gave me a joking name and called me Wong Fei Hung of Tuen Mun."
He blew the smoke at the two of them, but no one picked it up. He didn't really care and took it back happily.
"Brother Prince's Hong Fist, in my opinion, has more of the charm of ancient boxing. It's not like the current ones. The frames and moves look complicated and changeable, but in fact it's still weak inside. It's like looking far away from the near."
Uncle Ming didn't care whether his wording was correct or not, he just said impatiently: "It's just a fight, there's so much emphasis on it, the kung fu is horizontal and vertical, if you're right, stand up, if you're wrong, lie down, it's that simple."
Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun couldn't help but nodded: "It's transparent, what you said is so transparent! I must have a name in the world, haven't you asked me for advice?"
"It's easy to say, I am To Kwa Wan Lee Shao-lung, and the person next to me is the blind man from Typhoon Shelter."
Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "Oh, disrespectful."
Uncle Ming didn't want to talk nonsense with him. He pulled Liu Banxian and walked to the other side. In just a blink of an eye, he left him behind and far away.
"Old Liu, you said you don't have money. Why don't you book a VIP room? It would be convenient for us to do things while being condescending."
Liu Banxian shrugged and said he was helpless.
"Uncle Ming, you make it easy for me. Do you know that I bought these two tickets through my connections?"
Although tens of dollars is nothing to him nowadays, if he just gives someone some advice, adds some ornaments, etc., others are not allowed to give him a gift of several hundred dollars, right?
It's just that the boxing market is hot right now, and everyone in the city is paying attention to this place. Just having money may not be enough.
As Uncle Ming walked, his eyes scanned the surroundings intentionally or unintentionally.
"Old Liu, please highlight your ideas. I feel like the guy who set up the Feng Shui formation is also here."
Liu Banxian wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Aren't we in danger now?"
"Danger, very dangerous."
(End of this chapter)