Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The host, Bob, works part-time as Tornado's translator, and his expression is just as arrogant and domineering.

The people from all the martial arts schools could no longer sit still. They stood up and pointed at Tornado and cursed him. Tornado laughed heartily at Bob's translation. He patted his hairy chest and shouted,

"Your unwillingness to accept is equally a shame to me, because you are not worthy. Go on with your dance, you yellow monkeys! That kind of soft stuff is only suitable for you."

The crowd in the martial arts hall was very excited and wanted to rush onto the stage to fight with Tornado. Hong Zhennan quickly stopped everyone and shouted loudly.

"Masters, don't get excited, let me handle it."

Qu Zhonghuai, the owner of the Iron Wire Fist Martial Arts School, pushed aside Hong Zhennan who was blocking his way and jumped onto the ring. When Tornado saw someone coming up, he laughed and took two steps back to make room in the middle.

Bob waved his hand and a staff member brought the death certificate. After asking Qu Zhonghuai's name, he spoke loudly into the microphone.

"Our Tornado said, boxing is not a dance, it is a battle, in this battle, you can either kill him, or... be killed by him!

Now comes the most exciting moment of our Chinese-Western boxing match, the peak showdown. Both parties will now sign a life-or-death agreement."

Both parties wrote their names on the life and death agreement, pressed their fingerprints, and stood in the middle of the ring again.

There were eight iron rings on each of Qu Zhonghuai's arms. Originally, they were on his upper arms, but now, when he shook them, the iron rings dropped from his upper arms to his forearms. Tornado didn't pay much attention to them because they were just iron rings, not weapons. How could he know that the most important part of the Iron Wire Fist was these iron rings?

Iron Wire Fist is a Shaolin external martial art based on the Twelve Bridge Hands, combining movement and stillness, hardness and softness. It was created by Liang Kun, the third of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong. The bridge hand is as hard as iron and is known as the secret technique of Hong Quan.

Iron Wire Fist, Long Bow and Big Horse mainly focus on attack. After the host shouted "start", Qu Zhonghuai swung his arm and was hit. He thought that foreigners' boxing skills were mainly in their hands, and their feet must not be very flexible.

Unexpectedly, Tornado's butterfly steps were so fast. He stepped back, dodged Qu Zhonghuai's attack, and quickly jumped forward, hitting Qu Zhonghuai's face with a left hook.

Tornado's fist was so powerful that even though he was wearing boxing gloves, he still knocked Qu Zhonghuai flying. Tornado rushed forward two steps and threw a left hook, causing Qu Zhonghuai to spit out blood.

He lay on the ring and shook his head. Bob leaned against the ropes and watched the scene with a sneer. The foreigners below the stage were boiling with excitement, and even the ladies took off their hats and threw them away.

Tornado waved his fists vigorously and shouted continuously.

Qu Zhonghuai slowly got up, and Bob came over and called for a timeout for both sides to rest.

Qu Zhonghuai staggered to a corner of the fence and sat on a small stool. Hong Zhennan and his disciples came over and looked at their master who had been disfigured beyond recognition. The disciples all choked up with sobs.

Hong Zhennan patted Qu Zhonghuai's hand and said.

"Master Qu, let's admit defeat,"

Qu Zhonghuai shook his head silently and stood up. At this time, Bob shouted "start". He took two steps forward, turned around, forced a smile at Hong Zhennan and said.

"You said that Chinese martial arts cannot lose."

His steps gradually changed from staggering to steady, and the energy in his body was lifted.

Tornado rushed over quickly and threw a straight punch at Qu Zhonghuai. Qu Zhonghuai crossed his arms to block Tornado's swift punch. Tornado's iron fist hit the iron ring, and Qu Zhonghuai involuntarily took a step back. After all, he was almost sixty years old and his strength was far from enough.

Qu Zhonghuai's right arm suddenly smashed out, Tornado dodged it, and then another straight punch came. Qu Zhonghuai's mind was confused, and he couldn't dodge it, and it hit him in the face.

He collapsed dejectedly, his face bruised and swollen, his nose collapsed. Hong Zhennan rushed to the edge of the ring, holding a white towel in his hand to admit defeat, and was about to throw it away.

Qu Zhonghuai struggled to support himself with his arms and roared.

"Don't throw it! I can die, but Chinese martial arts cannot lose."

Hong Zhennan couldn't bear it any longer. He threw the white towel up, then jumped onto the ring himself, supported Qu Zhonghuai, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Master Qu, I'll play this round!"

Qu Zhonghuai could no longer hold on, closed his eyes and fainted. His disciples had already carried him away.

Seeing this scene, Dabao stood up involuntarily, his blood boiling in his heart, and his whole body almost burning. Only then did he understand how important the word "China" is in the hearts of these overseas wanderers. It is their home and their heritage. They can lose their lives, but they cannot lose China.

Hong Zhennan's lung disease was already quite serious. He took two steps forward and began to cough uncontrollably. He touched his mouth with his hand and found a little blood.

"Hong Zhennan is here to learn Hung Gar."

Tornado laughed. As long as he could kill this fat man, none of those Chinese would dare to go on stage again. Today's competition would end with his complete victory.

By this time, Petrov had finished bandaging the wound and walked over from the lounge. He stood at the edge of the stage, waving his arms and shouting.

"Miller, kill them like I did."

Tornado bumped fists with him and roared wildly.

"I'll kill him."

After both parties signed the life and death agreement, Bob didn't bother to explain the rules and just shouted "Start".

Hong Zhennan practiced the I-shaped Fuhu Fist, the mother fist of Hung Gar. He suddenly kicked straight and leaped forward to deliver a flying knee. Although he was fat, his body was flexible and his punches were powerful, even more powerful than Qu Zhonghuai.

Tornado was a Western boxing champion who had won a gold belt. He had a wealth of fighting experience and was particularly good at delivering devastating blows. He pressed his hands on Hong Zhennan's knees and took a step back. Then he threw a left hook, but Hong Zhennan's tiger claw blocked his fist.

The Arhat's hand hit Tornado's ribs. Tornado responded with a left punch in pain, and Hong Zhennan dodged.

In just a few seconds, the two men fought several rounds and were evenly matched.

Hong Zhennan's moves of the I-shaped Fuhu Fist were as smooth as flowing water, vigorous and powerful, and the audience below the stage cheered.

Dabao and Ip Man frowned. Tornado was incredibly strong, and his ability to withstand blows was exceptional. Just now, Hong Zhennan's Sky-lifting Arhat Hand had hit him in the ribs, yet he was completely unharmed. Such strength truly worried Ip Man.

Hong Zhennan jumped up and kicked out two consecutive whirlwind kicks.

Tornado dodged a straight punch, followed by a left hook and a right hook, all of which were dodged by Hong Zhennan. Hong Zhennan turned and threw an elbow, but Tornado blocked it immediately, and then hit Hong Zhennan in the face with a right hook...