Chapter 50

"Whoosh—" Seeing the Western boxing champion full of arrogance, speaking ill of Chinese martial arts, and recklessly hurting people, Huang Liang was filled with anger, his blood boiling, determined to seek justice. He threw a powerful punch, the air whistling as it moved.

But as a boxing champion, Tornado had extensive practical experience. Even amidst the noise, he still heard the wind of the punch coming from behind. He quickly turned his head to avoid Huang Liang's sneak attack and immediately countered with a punch, striking Huang Liang's head and knocking him to the ground.

"Ah Liang!" Ye Wen cried out in alarm, immediately shouting and rushing towards the stage. At the same time, Hong Zhenan, seeing the situation escalate, ignored the ghost head and the demon head, leaping nimbly onto the stage despite his bulky frame.

"What should we do?" Seeing the entire venue in chaos, Fei Bo quickly looked back at the ghost head.

"Don't worry, Fei Bo, just sit back and watch the show!" The ghost head was completely unconcerned. After all, this was Hong Kong, a British colony, and the British Empire's boxing champion would naturally not be allowed to suffer any loss.

"Ah Liang, how are you?" Ye Wen, who had climbed onto the stage, quickly called for his disciples to help Huang Liang up. "You must take him to rest quickly!"

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

"No fighting, everyone stop!"

After dealing with Huang Liang, Ye Wen and Hong Zhenan quickly moved through the chaotic crowd to separate the two groups. However, as a boxing champion, Tornado was clearly excited by the scene and, without any discrimination, punched any Chinese person he saw.

"Hey, stop fighting!" Seeing the Western boxing champion still attacking Chinese people, Ye Wen shouted loudly, about to step forward to stop him.

"Master, this guy is strong, let me handle it." Before Ye Wen could take a step, a figure had already rushed over, standing between Ye Wen and Tornado.

Ye Wen was taken aback by the words, but when he saw that it was his eldest disciple, Jiang Chen, he immediately felt relieved. However, the Western boxing champion, without a word, was about to attack. Ye Wen quickly shouted, "Ah Chen, be careful!"

Seeing another Chinese person fearlessly stand before him, Tornado's lips curled into a cruel smile. He raised his hand and threw a powerful punch. This strike was extremely forceful, aimed at the opponent's head, and if it hit, it would surely result in serious injury or death.

Seeing the heavy punch approaching, Jiang Chen sneered. With his reaction speed, he could easily dodge the punch before it hit him, but he did not do so. From the beginning, he had no intention of retreating. He raised his hand and threw a powerful counterpunch.

"Bang!" A dull sound echoed as the two fists collided. Jiang Chen's Dragon-Elephant Force was no ordinary skill. Although Tornado was naturally strong, he could not withstand the impact. He stumbled back several steps, almost falling off the stage, and finally stopped by the ropes.

Feeling the intense pain and numbness in his hand, Tornado's face changed dramatically. Looking at the Chinese person who was half a head shorter than him, he was momentarily stunned. Then, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to charge forward again, but his coach rushed over and held him back.

Jiang Chen, seeing Tornado still eager to fight, frowned. That punch, though thrown hastily, had exerted several hundred kilograms of force. For Tornado to withstand it with his body was indeed worthy of his title as a Western boxing champion.

"Everyone, stop fighting!" At this moment, Hong Zhenan, having calmed the Chinese side, saw that the situation here was also under control. He stood in the middle of the stage and shouted loudly. Due to his considerable prestige in the Chinese martial arts community, the Chinese side quickly quieted down, followed by the Western side, as it was no fun for them to continue alone.

Seeing the Western boxing champion Tornado, who was like a mad dog, eager to fight, Hong Zhenan shouted, "Announcer, come here!"

Intimidated by Hong Zhenan's sudden burst of authority, the announcer quickly walked over and stood in the middle of the stage.

"You can leave if you don't like watching Chinese martial arts, but it's wrong to hurt people!" Hong Zhenan said sternly. "I demand that you apologize to us!"

"He wants you to apologize!" The announcer, omitting Hong Zhenan's previous words, translated only the last sentence to Tornado.

"What? Apologize?" Looking at the furious Hong Zhenan, Tornado sneered, "What kind of foolish Chinese tradition is this? The winner apologizes to the loser? If that's the case, wouldn't I have to apologize every day?" He suddenly leaned in close to Hong Zhenan, their faces almost touching, and said with a fierce expression, "Old man! You want me to apologize, right? Then you must beat me on this stage right now for me to apologize!"

The announcer immediately raised the microphone and shouted, "Tornado says that if Master Hong can beat him on the stage, he will apologize!"

"Let me fight him! I'll beat him to the ground and make him apologize!"

"Beat him to death!"

As soon as the announcer's words were out, several masters behind Hong Zhenan could no longer hold back. They pushed through the crowd and rushed towards Tornado.

Hong Zhenan quickly held them back and said in a deep voice, "Masters, let me handle this. Please step down for now." He enjoyed great prestige in the Chinese martial arts community in Hong Kong and was also one of the top martial artists. His words made the masters, though still angry, step down.

Only Jiang Chen remained on the stage, sneering, "Master Hong, I think you're too lenient. At this point, what else is there to handle? You are the elders and should not bully the young. Let me teach this Westerner a lesson and vent everyone's anger."

"Ah Chen..." Ye Wen was about to dissuade him, but Jiang Chen continued, "Master, I understand your concern, but there are some things we can endure, and some things we cannot."

"The young man is right," Hong Zhenan said with approval. "We can endure for a living, but we cannot endure the insult to Chinese martial arts. However, I must handle this. Young man, please step down."

"Master Hong, you are a pillar of the Chinese martial arts community. Your status is too important to risk. Let us young people handle this kind of fighting and showing off." Jiang Chen stepped forward, placing his hand on Hong Zhenan's shoulder, much to the latter's shock.

"You..." Hong Zhenan was about to speak but felt a powerful force from Jiang Chen's hand, making it hard to breathe, and he could not say anything.

"Master Hong, don't worry. Although my skills are not high, dealing with a Westerner is not a problem," Jiang Chen said with a smile. Hong Zhenan was shocked; he had sensed Jiang Chen's strong qi and blood earlier but did not expect his skills to be so profound.

"Alright, since you are willing, I will entrust this matter to you. Remember, don't disgrace the Chinese martial arts community!" After some consideration, Hong Zhenan finally agreed to let Jiang Chen fight.

"The two characters for 'kung fu' are one horizontal and one vertical. I believe the one standing at the end will be me," Jiang Chen said with a smile, watching Hong Zhenan step down from the stage. He then turned to Tornado, "Remember what you said. If I defeat you, you must apologize to us."

"Hmph, we'll see when you defeat me," Tornado met Jiang Chen's gaze, eyeing him like a tiger. From their previous punch, he had sensed the strength of his opponent, who would be his strongest adversary yet.

"Very well, I am now formally challenging you on this stage!" Jiang Chen extended his hand, pointing at the Western boxing champion, and declared his challenge calmly and confidently. The entire venue erupted in excitement, both Chinese and Westerners stirred by the sudden challenge.