C206 Fist fear less strong
C206 Fist fear less strong
If one wanted to compete, they would need to use an arena. This arena was set up on the golden roof of the arena. The participants from the Martial Arts Competition came out from the meeting room and went to the Golden Crown Platform. The representatives from the various sects came up to demonstrate their skills. There were many reporters gathered below the arena, as well as the live broadcast of the Sichuan Television Station. The scene was bustling with noise and excitement.
In the past few sessions of the Martial Arts Competition, the people who had come were all trash who wanted to give Qian Liu face. Those people didn't have any real skills, so they were quite good at bragging. The kung fu techniques displayed by those people were all just for show. They made the Martial Arts Competition a joke and also made kung fu a joke. This time, the Ministry of Culture was determined to do well, which was why they were secretly looking for people with real martial arts skills. At this moment, a Shaolin monk was on the stage displaying his Shaolin Five Harmonies Fist, his fist was whistling in the wind, his movement was nimble, his attacks and defenses were flawless, everyone watching could only click their tongues in praise.
In succession, representatives from various sects went up onto the stage to display their skills. There were also representatives from various sects, such as Wu Dang's Taiji Fist, Emei's sword arts, as well as Hong Fist, Xing Yi Fist, and other sects.
As the representative of the Wing Tsun, Liang Zhengchun also went onto the stage to display the true Wing Tsun. The Wing Tsun was not fierce, but the Wing Tsun that Liang Zhengchun had displayed gave off a feeling that was pleasing to the eyes. In the arena, he was like Ye Wen in a movie, possessing the extraordinary bearing of a master.
After Liang Zhengchun finished practicing his punches, he cupped his fists and greeted them. The audience immediately burst into applause.
Bruce Long suddenly stood up from his seat, with a dash, he leapt up the stage.
A golden-haired beauty also carried a camera on her shoulder as she climbed up the stairs of the stage. The camera on her shoulder was turned on, and was currently recording Bruce Long and Liang Zhengchun.
"Who is this foreigner?" What's he doing on stage? " Tang Yuyan frowned, she felt that this foreigner was not polite.
Tang Bochuan said: "Is there even a need to ask? They are definitely going to destroy Master Ley's reputation. "
In Xia Lei's mind, he suddenly recalled the scene where Dong Qing Yue, who was in the conference room, whispered to the foreigner in the arena and then that foreigner stared at Liang Zhengchun and him. Back then, Dong Qing had covered her mouth, making it impossible for him to see her lips. However, when he was about to use his X-ray vision ability, Dong Qing Yue had already finished speaking. Thus, he didn't have the chance to use his lip language to read her words. From the looks of it, what she said to this foreigner was definitely not a good thing!
Seeing Xia Lei stand up, Tang Yuyan's expression was also very nervous. She then said: "Mr. Xia, sit down, your master shouldn't have a problem dealing with a foreigner. If he challenges your master, he will only be bringing about his own disgrace. "
Lu Sheng also said, "That's right, don't tell me you still don't believe in Master's strength? That brat is waiting for me to beat him up. "
Xia Lei sat down, but he was secretly worried in his heart.
Sure enough, on the stage, Bruce Long said loudly: "Liang Zhengchun, your Wing Tsun is just like a child's exercise for you. The real Wing Tsun is not Yan Yongchun's fist arts, but Blues Li's fist arts.
Liang Zhengchun immediately frowned. It was one thing for this foreigner to say that his Wing Tsun was a child's exercise, but he actually said that Yan Yongchun's Wing Tsun was unorthodox.
"I, Bruce Long!" Bruce Long glanced at the martial artists below the stage and said scornfully: "I come from the United States. I believe in the Japanese Judo, the Korean Taekwondo, I also believe in the Brazilian Judo and our American fighting techniques. All of your martial arts are lies, it doesn't seem very useful. "
The audience broke out in a flurry of curses.
President He Ping's face was also extremely gloomy. This Martial Arts Competition had spent a lot of manpower and resources from the Ministry of Culture, so it could be considered a success, but ever since the self-proclaimed Bruce Long came up on stage, it had changed ? ? This was a live broadcast!
"Damn it!" "Where did this yellow haired bastard come from? Laozi will meet you!" A tall and sturdy middle-aged man rushed onto the stage, "Hong Fist, Ma Zhan!"
Bruce Long laughed contemptuously, but said to Liang Zhengchun: "Liang Zhengchun, wait for thirty seconds, I'll finish him, then deal with you."
Defeating a representative of Hong Fist in thirty seconds, what kind of arrogant tone was that!
Below the stage, a police officer in charge of security at the Martial Arts Assembly said to He Ping, "President He, should we capture this fellow?"
He Ping shook his head. "He is an American. If we catch him without any proper reason, it will lead to an international dispute. Besides, this was a live broadcast. This guy had already said so many insulting words. If he was allowed to step down, the competition would be ruined. Let them fight, does this guy think that my Grand China has no one to take care of him? He will regret it! "
On the stage, Ma Zhan suddenly rushed forward as a bowl-sized fist ruthlessly struck towards Bruce Long's head.
Bruce Long used his elbow to block the attack, and at the same time swept his leg towards Ma Zhan's leg. This movement carried the shadow of the Wing Tsun, but he was even faster and fiercer than the Wing Tsun. When Ma Zhan's fist struck against Bruce Long's elbow, Bruce Long's right foot had also swept towards the crook of Ma Zhan's leg.
Bruce Long suddenly pounced forward, both fists striking out, his fists were like meteors streaking across the night sky, each faster than the last. Every fist of his struck the arms protecting Ma Zhan's chest, forcing Ma Zhan to continuously retreat.
Bruce Long suddenly retracted his fist and turned to kick. His leg pierced through Ma Zhan's chest area and fiercely kicked Ma Zhan's chest area. Ma Zhan screamed miserably. He was kicked flying and fell off the stage.
The audience went into an uproar.
Bruce Long touched his nose with his thumb, and said disdainfully: "I have counted. Twenty seconds, he is weaker than I expected." He suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Liang Zhengchun. "I hope you can last past two minutes."
His movements, his tone, were exactly like Bruce Lee.
Liang Zhengchun said coldly: "Young man, your tone is too arrogant."
Below the stage, Dong Wu said loudly: "Master Liang, why are you spouting so much nonsense? They say your Wing Tsun is unorthodox, why don't you fight with them! "
Qin Qi also jeered: "That's right, you actually fought with others, could it be that your Wing Tsun is really unorthodox?"
Hearing that, even Xia Lei wanted to rush over and beat Dong Wu up, let alone the one who bore the brunt of the attack, Liang Zhengchun.
"Bring it on!" Liang Zhengchun disdained bickering with people like Dong Wu and Qin Qi. He showed the stance of asking directions with the Wing Tsun.
Bruce Long suddenly pounced towards Liang Zhengchun, and the two of them fought.
Liang Zhengchun's Wing Tsun had both offense and defense, and could change unpredictably. Bruce Long's speed was even faster and fiercer. For a time, the two of them were evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Liang Zhengchun and Bruce Long, but the most nervous person was none other than Xia Lei. Other people had only seen two people fighting, but he had seen far more. In his left eye, he could clearly see every muscle and every movement of Bruce Long's bones. What he saw was not a normal person, but a powerful humanoid machine! However, Liang Zhengchun's situation was turning into a terrible one. Liang Zhengchun was an elderly man after all, and his fists were probably not as strong. His body's strength was far inferior to Bruce Long's, and his physical strength was also rapidly decreasing. In this kind of situation, Bruce Long being able to receive two punches from Bruce Long was completely unbearable for Bruce Long.
Sure enough, Bruce Long realized this very quickly, he had even given up defending, and directly clashed with Liang Zhengchun. When Liang Zhengchun struck him, he did not defend, but similarly attacked, and exchanged punches with punches. He won in terms of speed. When Liang Zhengchun hit him twice, he would definitely hit Liang Zhengchun once.
There was no fist technique in this world that could not attack, if he wanted to attack, he would have to open up an opening. Against an opponent like Bruce Long who was extremely fast and whose body was strong to the point of being abnormal, Liang Zhengchun had no way of fighting back.
Bang! Another fist attack, Liang Zhengchun struck Bruce Long's chest, and Bruce Long's fist also struck Liang Zhengchun's chest. Bruce Long's body only swayed a little, but Liang Zhengchun was forced back two steps, his leg struck empty air as he fell off the stage.
Xia Lei rushed forward and supported Liang Zhengchun.
On the stage, Bruce Long wiped his nose with his thumb, and said with disdain: "What genuine Wing Chun, it is only a child's exercise."
The blonde girl, who was filmed with a camera, smiled and said, "Blues, I'll put the video from earlier on the world's largest video website so that everyone in the world can see it."
Dong Wu laughed out loud. "Liang Zhengchun, I always thought that you were very powerful, but I never expected that you were also pretending, hahaha!"
A ball of rage suddenly ignited in Xia Lei's heart, and he said: "Master, take a rest, I'll go fight him."
Liang Zhengchun pulled him back, "What are you thinking? You're not a match for him even if you're not injured, not to mention you have injuries on your leg. "
Xia Lei said: "Master, insulting you is equivalent to insulting me. Moreover, they have insulted our Wing Tsun. If you let me go up, I'll teach him how to be a good person! "
Liang Zhengchun hesitated, he was very clear about Xia Lei's strength, Xia Lei was not even his, how could he defeat Bruce Long who was stronger than him? However, the current Xia Lei looked extremely confident. With his understanding of Xia Lei, he knew that Xia Lei was not a person who would rashly lose his reason. If Xia Lei did not have confidence, he definitely would not go up the stage and embarrass himself. However, he couldn't figure out where Xia Lei got his confidence from.
Just as Liang Zhengchun was hesitating on whether or not he should agree to let Xia Lei go up, Xia Lei had already jumped onto the stage.
Bruce Long's gaze fell on Xia Lei's body, looked at him for a moment, and then shifted his gaze onto Dong Qing Yue. Dong Qing Yue nodded to him as a cold smile appeared on his face.
"My master is old, and his health is not good." Xia Lei said: "Fight me, let me teach you what is Wing Tsun, and at the same time teach you how to be a good person."
Bruce Long said lightly: "I heard that Liang Zhengchun has a very powerful disciple called Xia Lei, are you Xia Lei?"
Xia Lei said: You should call me Master Xia, because even Xiaolong Li is only a disciple of the Yong Chun Faction, and my position in the faction is the same as Li Xiaolong, so you should probably call me Master.
"Hahaha!" Well said! " Tang Yuyan clapped her hands and laughed: "Mr. Xia, please teach your granddisciple a lesson! He is an uneducated savage. "
The audience burst into laughter.
A flash of hatred appeared in Bruce Long's eyes, and at that moment, he suddenly pounced towards Xia Lei.