Zhan Feng returned to the VIP seat, worried about Ye Qun, and his face looked a little solemn.
"Afeng, what happened?"
"Master, I have a friend who is here today too."
"Oh? Then why not ask him to come over and sit with us?"
Zhan Feng gave a bitter laugh: "Master, he... is here to fight!"
Qingshan was also stunned when he heard this: "Come to fight? Ah Feng, I just heard Lang Wenzhe say that today's main match is Wing Chun versus Western Boxing. That Master Ye who practices Wing Chun, could he be the one who kicked you?"
"That's him! Master, the Yongchun Pharmacy you visited is also his family's ancestral property."
"Oh?" Qingshan's eyes lit up. She planned to open her own clinic someday. While she had no shortage of herbs, she couldn't possibly prepare all the other ingredients herself. The herbs at Yongchun Pharmacy were high quality, so if she could buy them there, it would be a good option.
People like Master Ye should not be short of money, but he actually comes to fight underground boxing. If he is not just itching to show off his skills, then there must be something hidden.
At this time, the first black boxing match began. The sexy and hot etiquette lady in a bikini held up the match number and walked around the ring, causing a burst of whistles.
After the hostess left the stage, two men came up from either side of the ring. One was thin and lean, with a dark complexion and a fierce look, while the other was half a head taller than him, with a square face and big ears, and his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head.
Qingshan had read the introduction to the match and knew that this was a Muay Thai vs. Baguazhang match. It seemed that the man with the typical Southeast Asian appearance was the Muay Thai boxer - Pattapol.
Jiuzun's black boxing prohibits the use of weapons, but there is no time limit for fighting. Once the fight starts, unless the referee finds someone committing a foul and calls a temporary stop, the match will only end when one party admits defeat or loses the ability to resist.
After a clear gong sounded, the two boxers immediately rushed towards each other, fighting back and forth.
Muay Thai is known for its strength and agility. It mainly uses the human body's four limbs, namely fists, legs, elbows, and knees as eight weapons to attack. Punching, kicking, knees and elbows are smooth and fluid, with abundant power and fierce attack power. It is considered the strongest fighting technique in stand-up combat.
As soon as the two men came into contact, Badapong launched a series of kicks. Cheng Jian's palms flew up and down like a dragon, pushing Badapong's legs away.
Baguazhang uses palms as its method and walking as its application, integrating kicking, hitting, throwing and grabbing into one. It is endlessly interactive, avoiding the straight and going diagonal, following the trend and strength, being unpredictable and escaping like a shadow.
It is one of the three major internal martial arts in China.
Cheng Jian is the successor of the Cheng School of Baguazhang, but Qingshan couldn't help but worry about him because he saw that his palm techniques were too strong and not flexible enough.
After the two fought for more than thirty rounds, Badapeng moved to the right to dodge Cheng Jian's chop, used the "crocodile tail" move, and kicked Cheng Jian in the side with a backspin kick.
Cheng Jian staggered back a few steps and was caught up by Badapong, who hit him with a left hook on the temple.
Without waiting for him to fall, Badapeng held Cheng Jian's shoulders, used the force to jump up, raised his legs and knees, and hit Cheng Jian in the face with his knees.
Cheng Jian's eyes rolled back, and he fell on his back, unconscious.
The referee announced that Badapong won, and Cheng Jian was carried off the field with blood all over his face.
The audience cheered loudly. The guests who lost money stood up with red faces and necks, cursing Cheng Jian for losing the game. The winners were naturally very excited and prepared to continue betting and win a few more times while their luck was good.
Qingshan turned his head to look at Zhan Feng and felt that his apprentice was a little worried and not as interested as he had imagined.
The next three matches were all Sanda duels between Chinese boxers. They were not as entertaining as the first match, and there was a chorus of dissatisfied boos from the audience.
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