In the blink of an eye, the day of the opening of the Chinese-African boxing match was the turmoil caused by the black-clad Shura's killing. In order to calm the storm and ease the conflict between Chinese and foreigners, the British colonial government also attached great importance to this game. Although David, the foreign police officer in charge of this matter, was greedy for money and lust, was secretly called "ghost head" by his subordinates and others, this time, he did not dare to neglect the situation at all.

In order to make the Huayang Boxing Competition beautiful, Guitou not only requisitioned a large indoor square, but also brought all the more than 200 disciples of Hong Zhen Nanwu Pavilion to do free volunteers. Therefore, although the time was shorter, the entire venue was very brightly arranged.

Ip Man brought Jiang Chen, Huang Liang, Xu Shichang and others to the lobby. They came sooner or later. Many people gathered in the hall, including Chinese, foreigners, some were hunched, and some were dressed in gorgeous clothes. They each sat down according to the ticket number in their hands. On the ring, a group of Hongquan disciples in black dress were already setting up formations and practicing Hongquan's moves one by one.

"Master Ye!" Just as Ye Wen, Jiang Chen and others were performing in the stands, Hong Zhennan walked over.

"Master Hong!" Ip Man quickly stood up and bowed his fists, and said politely: "Thank you for Master Hong's votes, so we can see more."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Hong Zhennan smiled and waved his hand: "In a while, all sects will send people to perform. If you ask your apprentices to prepare, go up and show your face together later. You can also take this opportunity to promote your Wing Chun sect."

"Thank you!" Ip Man's words were full of gratitude. After all, he had been in Hong Kong for too short a time to establish a sect in Hong Kong. Although Jiang Chen had deliberately promoted it before, he had too little experience. With such a promotional opportunity at present, it would definitely be a good thing for Wing Chun's future development.

Hong Zhennan had other martial arts masters who wanted to greet him, but he didn't even politely to Ip Man. He just received a gift and then turned to greet others.

Just as Hong Zhennan was greeting the masters of various martial arts clubs in Hong Kong, the ghost head who was responsible for organizing the Huayang boxing match was full of unpleasantness in the VIP seat on the other side.

At this moment, a tall and strong British man walked in from behind and patted the ghost's shoulder enthusiastically: "Hi! Brother!"

"Hello, Taylor!" Seeing the visiting person, the ghost head quickly stood up to greet him, "Before the competition, we have prepared a program for you!" While speaking, he quickly invited the visiting person to sit down and point to the martial arts performance on the ring.

Taylor is the real name of the British boxing champion "Tornado".

"Thank you!" The tornado said thanking, then sat down, looked at Zheng Weiji and others who were performing Hongquan on the ring, and couldn't help but tilt their heads and asked inexplicably: "What is this? British pantomime? Why do they shout while dancing?"

"..." Hearing the tornado words, the ghost head shook his head, looked at the performance on the ring, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face, "Telai, that's not a British pantomime, that's Chinese martial arts. They believe that shouting will make them full of power!"

"Ha!" Tornado couldn't help but sneer, "Is that so? Then I'll give them a reason to scream, okay?"

"Go!" Guitou and others couldn't help but laughed maliciously.

Tornado's mouth curled, then stood up from the chair and went straight to the ring. He looked at the Hongquan disciples who were waving their hands and slashing their feet, his face full of mockery.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the tornado is eager to try!" Seeing the tornado coming on stage, the host first said it in English, and then said in Chinese: "The boxing champion seems to be very interested in Chinese martial arts!"

At this moment, Zheng Weiji and other Hongquan disciples finally finished practicing a set of boxing techniques and thanked the audience in the audience.

"Very good!" The tornado looked at the audience around him who were constantly applauding, shrugging his shoulders and said that he couldn't understand. He felt that he should show what the real power was. He walked over and looked at Zheng Weiji who was standing in the front of the team and smiled and said, "Put me!"

"Huh?" Zheng Weiji couldn't understand English and immediately looked at the person in front of him with confusion.

"Put me a punch!" Seeing that Zheng Weiji seemed to be unable to understand his words, the tornado repeated it and hammered his chest with his fist.

This time, although Zheng Weiji didn't understand, he already understood the other party's meaning. The ghost guy in front of him was obviously here to find fault. Looking at the other party's contemptuous look, he immediately clenched his fists and punched him hard, and smashed him into the other party's chest.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the tornado forced the punch with his strong body, and the expression on his face did not change at all.

"Awesome! Cool!" Seeing that the boxing champion of his country actually took the Chinese punch without moving, the British in the audience immediately presented the lively applause to his boxing champion.

Feeling the itchy force on his chest, the tornado grabbed Zheng Weiji's fist and mocked: "Use some force, come on!"

"Hahaha..." The British people in the audience burst into laughter when they saw that the boxing champion of their country seemed to be teasing the Chinese boxers.

"Come on, come on..." Hearing the harsh laughter from the audience, looking at the ghost guy who kept shouting in front of him, a hint of anger flashed across Zheng Weiji's face. He knew that this was the foreigner bullying him and the Chinese, so he naturally would not think about holding back. He raised his hand and punched him hard at the other party's head.

The head is a vital part of the human body. Although the tornado is a bit arrogant, it is not stupid. Naturally, it is impossible for Zheng Weiji to let this punch hit him on the head. He immediately raised his hand and opened Zheng Weiji's right fist. Then he made a simple uppercut, relying on his strength and speed, directly knocked Zheng Weiji out, and fell hard several meters away, fainting.

Seeing that his apprentice was knocked unconscious, Hong Zhennan, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't sit still. He was about to get up, but was forced to press down by Fei Bo, who was sitting next to him, and then shook his head at him. Fei Bo and Hong Zhennan have been old friends for decades, so how could they not know Hong Zhennan's temper? It's just that Hong Zhennan has offended the ghost head. If something goes wrong now, then Hong Zhennan really can't make a fuss in Hong Kong.

"Come on!" On the ring, Zheng Weiji was knocked out with one punch. The tornado looked down on the so-called "Chinese Kung Fu" even more and shouted loudly to the remaining Hongquan disciples. They were all young people, and they could not withstand the excitement of the ghosts. They immediately rushed towards the tornado. In this regard, the tornado obviously didn't care. At that moment, they used their own strength and speed, and knocked the Hongquan disciples who rushed up to the ground with three punches and two kicks, and repeatedly knocked down the opponent, making the tornado's momentum even more arrogant and arrogant, and laughed wildly: "See, this is the power!"

The British in the audience, seeing the easily-taken opponents of their country's boxing champion, applauded and cheered, and even some even whistled.

"Go up and save people." At this moment, Jiang Chen gave the order and quickly directed the disciples of the Wing Chun sect to come to the stage to rescue the Hongquan disciples who were knocked to the ground. Seeing this, the disciples of other sects rushed up and carried them up.

"Is this Chinese martial arts?" Looking at the disciples of various sects who were busy rescuing Hongquan disciples, Tornado learned about Hongquan and mocked him: "You should go back and dance!" The translator on the side immediately shouted into the microphone: "The boxing champion said that your Chinese martial arts are useless, so go back and dance!"

"What did you say, foreign devil!"

"You are looking for death, a dead foreign devil!"

Hearing the translator's words, the warriors of all sects sitting in the audience were immediately excited, and they stood up one by one, pointing at the tornado on the stage and cursing. In an instant, the entire court hall was in chaos, even on the ring. Many people rushed to the ring, and the official representatives of the boxing competition also surged a lot of people, trying to stop this conflict.
Chapter completed!