Taylor looked at Zhou Wenqiang, a little surprised and confused.

Years of experience in the boxing ring told him that the young man in front of him was definitely not simple, but he was not as bullied as the fat old man before.

And that moment of foot makes his legs still hurt. It feels like he hit a steel pipe just now.

Taylor hesitated for a moment and felt a little relieved.

His "mission" has been completed, and there seems to be no need to take risks against this mysterious Chinese youth.

"Boxing King, knock him down! Kill this Chinese monkey!"

"You are the strongest!"

But the ghost audience in the audience was trying hard to cheer him up, which made Tayle feel so angry that his teeth were itchy. Do these bastards regard him as a gladiator in ancient Rome? Damn it!

"I believe that our great boxing champion has heard the voices of all Radisson Jacks! Next, our boxing champion will definitely defeat this arrogant Chinese!"

The ghost referee was obviously in an excited state. It was not enough to encourage Taylor in English, so he even said it in Chinese.

When people from the Hong Kong and Kowloon National Arts Association heard this, they cheered Zhou Wenqiang.

"Master Zhou, knock down this white-skinned pig! You can do it!"

"Master Zhou, the honor of Chinese martial arts depends on you! Let these ghosts know that we are not the sick husbands of East Asia!"

"Master Zhou is invincible!"

Even the great boxers Luo Mang and Wu Zhong were cheering Zhou Wenqiang. Fei Bo didn't know when he stood on the chair, and his body was so excited that he was trembling with fat, "Wen Qiang, kill him! I support you!"

"Fatty!"

Bai Yue'e, whose vision was blocked by the fat wave, was immediately annoyed. She jumped hard for a few times, but still couldn't see the boxing ring clearly. She was anxious and simply climbed onto Wang Dali's shoulders and looked down at the lady pants she was wearing today. She admired her foresight.

At this moment, Taylor had accepted Zhou Wenqiang's "challenge". After five minutes of rest, both sides walked towards the center of the boxing ring under the greeting of the ghost referee.

"Hey, Chinese, you must abide by the rules of the boxing ring. You are not allowed to use your legs, elbows, or kick the gear... If the foul will be cancelled, and you will be directly judged to lose. Do you understand?"

The ghost referee kept repeating the rules in Zhou Wenqiang's ear.

"Okay, I understand the rules of the boxing ring. Today I will use a pair of fists to knock down your boxing champion... No, it's a little trash who loves to get black feet!"

The ghost referee sneered: "I announce that the game begins!"

It was as if it had been agreed in advance? The voice of the ghost referee had just fallen? Taylor had already punched him in front.

This was a fierce straight punch. Taylor did not fight with Zhou Wenqiang according to the rules of the boxing ring? Then he opened the distance and started the game step by step.

It's totally a sneak attack.

"Despicable! Master Zhou be careful!"

The Chinese audience under the boxing ring immediately cursed? Bai Yue'e's nervous legs shook and almost fell off Wang Dali's shoulders.

Zhou Wenqiang neither dodged nor raised his hand to resist? Instead, he pushed his head against the other party's fist gloves.

He actually used his head to remove at least 50% of Taylor's strength and took a heavy punch? Still smiling.

"No wonder? No wonder he is a heavyweight boxing champion. The force of this punch is at least 700 kilograms, but even if you don't take off your strength, you can't break my defense!"

Zhou Wenqiang secretly estimated the opponent's strength? He curled his lips at Taylor: "Box King? Is that just such strength?"

Although he doesn't understand Chinese? Taylor also saw that Zhou Wenqiang was mocking him and was furious.

In the boxing ring, boxers who are too strong than their opponents sometimes use this insulting method to mock the other party, but most of them have already fought many rounds and the party that has the upper hand determines that the other party is about to do its best? They will use their heads to directly remove the force. How could they do this from the beginning when taking the opponent's punch?

Unless Xu Xiaodong deals with fake masters? This kind of operation will happen.

Zhou Wenqiang directly treated Taylor, the heavyweight boxing champion, as a waste snack.

The furious Taylor made several punches in an instant, straight, hooked, and swung them all. Zhou Wen used his head to forcefully and took three or four punches, making him play enough? Only then did he show his true strength.

Retreat slightly? First, he gave Taylor a comfortable distance that could exert all his strength? When Taylor hit a straight punch, he also punched him at the same time, and the target was Taylor's fist!

Fist to fist!

"boom!"

Zhou Wenqiang replaced Hong Zhennan on the court. Just like Hong Zhennan, he did not wear gloves. This punch hit Taylor's gloves directly. The leather gloves were broken by him, and cotton wool was flying all over the sky.

Taylor's face changed. Even though the gloves removed most of Zhou Wenqiang's strength, he still felt as if he was hit by a steel block, and his finger bones were hurt!

This Chinese must be a devil!

At this moment, Taylor had no regard for the face of the boxing champion, so he wanted to close his punches and retreat to the safe area. The referee would definitely protect him.

However, after Zhou Wenqiang punched it, his arm did not move, he gently shrank his wrist, and his fist quickly relaxed and closed, and instantly sent another huge force forward.

Wing Chun is powerful!

The nemesis of all the kung fu practices in the world!

‘Click…’

The audiences on both sides of China and Yang heard a sound of bone shattering, and then saw Taylor screaming with a shrill scream, covering his injured fist and retreating repeatedly.

Zhou Wenqiang first punched the gloves, and then broke Taylor's five finger bones with Wing Chun's inch strength, directly destroying his right fist.

“no…”

The ghost referee was about to step up and save the boxing champion, but unfortunately it was too late.

Zhou Wenqiang made a mistake in his feet, like a butterfly flying, and his speed was as fast as lightning. He quickly caught up with Tayle and hit Tayle hard on Tayle's chin with a hook punch.

"puff!"

Tayle's chin was broken, and a blood arrow was sprayed out from the sky, and the big man, who was 1.9 meters tall, fell on the ring with his back and forth.

Zhou Wenqiang glanced at him and found that after Taylor's throat moved slightly, the Adam's apple seemed to be stuck in something and never moved again. He knew that Taylor had been stuck in the trachea and esophagus by his chin, and he would definitely not be able to survive.

“stop…”

It was not until this time that the ghost referee's call stopped.

The National Wushu Hall was quiet at first, and then it boiled like a pot of hot water. Both Chinese and ghosts gave Zhou Wenqiang warm applause.

Putting aside the nationality and national disputes, Zhou Wenqiang lost the British boxing champion in less than ten seconds of the opening game. His playing style was clean and he won beautifully. Especially the "butterfly footwork" he showed in the end, although it was only on a whim and only the shape of later boxing champion Ali, it also made boxing enthusiasts lit up, and even those ghost audiences couldn't help but applaud.

Zhou Wenqiang originally remembered that Black Feet had a kick-off, which was the spirit of street fighting immersed in his bone marrow. However, in the end he gave up this idea. He could disrespect Taylor, but was willing to respect the sport of boxing.

Now it seems that his choice is right.

Such a wonderful and clean boxing match, even the most picky person can't find any problems.

"The Chinese boxing champion is amazing!"

"Master Zhou, amazing! From today on, Master Zhou is the number one person in the martial arts world in Hong Kong and Kowloon! "

"The Chinese are not the sick husbands of East Asia!"

Amid the applause of countless people, Zhou Wenqiang gently clasped his fists and turned around and walked out of the boxing ring. The ghost referee read it for a few seconds before he found that the boxing champion Taylor had died of anger.

"Dear Radisson Jacks, our boxing champion has left and was beaten to death by this Chinese man in the boxing ring that once brought him glory. We must pursue it..."

The answer to him was the continuous applause and the blew kisses given to Zhou Wenqiang by those ghost women.

"Oh... Dear Radisson Jacks, according to boxing rules, Mr. Zhou does not need to bear any responsibility for the death of the boxing champion..."

"Brother Dali, have you seen it? This is my Brother Qiang!"
Chapter completed!