Chapter 51

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Suddenly, in the arena, Jiang Chen directly challenged the British boxing champion, Tornado. With his nearly absolute strength, he had no intention of following the original plot. Instead of letting the sick Hong Zhenan risk his life to defend his dignity, it was better to use the foreigner's blood and defeat to forge the prestige of Chinese martial arts.

The lights drew everyone's attention to the arena where Jiang Chen and Tornado stood face to face. The referee and the host explained the rules to both of them. After confirming everything, Tornado raised his fist arrogantly and shouted, "I can knock you down with just two punches!"

Faced with Tornado's taunts, Jiang Chen's expression remained unchanged. Although he had a mission, he would only use Chinese martial arts in this match, and he was clearly not concerned about it because he had full confidence in his own strength.

"The match begins!" With the host's command, this decisive battle of martial arts finally began under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Tornado, with his rich experience in arena matches, instantly entered a combat state, constantly moving his feet to find the best attack point. Jiang Chen, on the other hand, slowly assumed the starting stance of Wing Chun, his gaze fixed on Tornado's body midline.

"Master Ye, you have a great disciple!" Below the stage, Hong Zhenan said to Ye Wen beside him, his voice filled with emotion. Just now, when Jiang Chen pressed his shoulder on the stage, the force that instantly surged into his body included clear force, hidden force, and transformation force, and even a more subtle force, which suppressed his blood and qi. If not for that, he would not have easily stepped down from the stage.

"It's his talent. We are all old." Ye Wen smiled and said, "Fists fear the young and strong. Arena matches are more suitable for the young. We will just watch."

On the stage, the two focused fighters had already begun their initial probing. Tornado swung his fists widely, making large movements but not using much strength. He hid his true killing moves and tried to provoke Jiang Chen with words, but Jiang Chen clearly had no intention of falling for it.

Seeing that his provocation was ineffective, Tornado stopped probing and suddenly swung his fist, aiming directly at Jiang Chen. It must be said that although Tornado was arrogant, his boxing skills were indeed formidable. His fists moved so densely that they blocked the air, delivering straight punches and hooks with great force, each punch targeting Jiang Chen's vital points. The foreigners in the audience cheered loudly, encouraging their champion.

Faced with the fierce attack, Jiang Chen remained calm, executing Wing Chun like flowing clouds and water. With a block, a palm, and a push, he easily deflected all the attacks.

Height and strength were Tornado's advantages as a champion, and he had relied on these to defeat disciples from various schools. After all, Chinese martial arts ultimately involved the application of one's own strength. If not practiced to a high level, it would only be slightly stronger than ordinary people. Even at the transformation force level, it could not match ancient martial arts experts of the same level. Only when practiced to the point of transforming the body and soul, reaching the dan force level, did Chinese martial arts truly become powerful.

Originally, Tornado should have faced Hong Zhenan. Hong Zhenan was old and had asthma, and even as a transformation force expert, he might not have been able to defeat Tornado. However, today, he faced Jiang Chen, a far more powerful opponent than he could imagine.

Because in terms of strength, Jiang Chen could completely overwhelm him. Without his greatest advantage, Tornado lost all interest in Jiang Chen's eyes.

"Is this your strength? A body full of brute force and a bit of fighting skills. What a disappointing champion." With a cold laugh, Jiang Chen extended his right hand to block Tornado's powerful punch, while his left hand turned into a crane's beak, striking Tornado's left arm with a vicious finger jab. Then, he turned his body and struck Tornado's right arm tendon with his elbow. Moving his feet, he turned again and struck Tornado's left arm tendon with his left elbow!

Without using ancient martial arts internal strength or relying on his extraordinary physique, Jiang Chen's moves were the Wing Chun techniques he learned from Ye Wen. In a blink, he launched at least five rapid attacks, demonstrating the full potential of Wing Chun.

"Ah!" Faced with Jiang Chen's rapid and fierce attacks, Tornado felt his arms were about to break. He hastily swung a punch to force Jiang Chen back and regroup. But Jiang Chen would not give him that chance. He easily dodged Tornado's attack, and his hands moved in quick, dense punches, raining down on Tornado's neck, leaving him floundering and retreating.

"Damn!" Tornado swung his arms, glaring at Jiang Chen, trying to attack again. However, his attacks could not even touch Jiang Chen, and his hands were met with Jiang Chen's focused attacks. Even with ordinary strength, the cumulative attacks, after dozens of rapid strikes, directly broke his arm bones.

"Crack!" A sharp sound was heard, and Tornado let out a piercing scream. But Jiang Chen did not stop there. He stepped forward, grabbed Tornado's hands, pulled him close, and then raised his hands, viciously jabbing Tornado's eyes!

"Ah!" Struck in a vital point, Tornado let out another piercing scream, feeling his eyes were about to go blind.

Tornado's screams did not soften Jiang Chen's heart. He had never intended to show mercy. His left hand turned into a crane's beak again, viciously pecking Tornado's ear, eliciting another scream from his opponent.

It must be said that Jiang Chen's series of attacks were extremely fast, fierce, and ruthless. By the time the audience saw clearly, Tornado's hands, eyes, and ears had all been disabled by Jiang Chen!

With a flip, Jiang Chen leaped over Tornado's head, landed behind him, and grabbed his head, twisting it forcefully, slamming his large body to the ground. Then, he clenched his right hand into a fist and pounded Tornado's head like raindrops.

"Great job, Master Jiang!"

"Good hit, Master Jiang, yes, hit him like that!"

"Hit him, Master Jiang, beat this foreign devil to death."

At this point, the outcome was clear. Seeing Jiang Chen defeat the foreign champion Tornado with overwhelming strength, the Chinese in the audience were extremely excited, and many could not help but shout loudly.

The foreigners who had been boasting earlier were now silent, while the Chinese area was bustling with excitement, as if they wanted to bang the tables and chairs to celebrate the emergence of such a skilled expert.

"Bang! Bang! Bang......" Jiang Chen did not show any mercy. Although he did not use his extraordinary fourth-stage ancient martial arts abilities, Chinese martial arts still had the power to kill, especially for a master like him.

Punch after punch, each hitting flesh, Jiang Chen vented his surging bloodlust. When he stopped, Tornado's face was a bloody mess, his breathing weak. If he was not taken to the emergency room soon, he would be completely knocked out in no time.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..." The referee began counting, already anticipating the foreigners' anger at Tornado's defeat. Although he was uneasy, he knew that with Tornado's severe injuries, even if he counted to one hundred or one thousand, Tornado would not be able to stand up.

"Eight!" Compared to the uneasy referee, many Chinese in the audience could not contain their excitement and shouted in unison.

"Nine!" Many people outside who were listening to the radio also could not help but join in the shouting.

"Ten!" At this moment, all the Chinese in Hong Kong stood up, shouting, hugging each other, and cheering.

"Victory!" The entire boxing hall echoed with the loud cheers of the Chinese. They had witnessed this victory, and many spontaneously rushed onto the stage, lifting Jiang Chen up and throwing him into the air...

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