Chapter 137 Fighting for Chinese Martial Arts

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The moment Rota raised his fists on the stage, Nie Pan obviously felt that there was a feeling of deafness in his ears at this time, and his body could feel that the temperature in the gymnasium suddenly rose several degrees at this moment because of fanatical shouts!

Rota, who took off his golden cloak, showed dark and strong muscles like clenched fists all over his body. The veins and veins of his whole body were knotted like tree roots. From afar, he brought a deterrent to people. He wore a pair of dark blue boxing gloves in his hand and big trousers with golden edges between his crotch. His face is darker than that of traditional South Asians, but he is handsome, with big and vivid eyes, full of murderousness and invincible arrogance...

Rota raised his fists around the field, and the Thai fans responded to Rota in the stands with more crazy and warm cheers, drowning the host's voice introducing Chinese boxers...

It doesn't matter who Rota's opponent is at this time. At this time, on this night, in this place, anyone will become the foil of Rota...

Rota took off his gloves and threw them on the ring, and made a stop gesture to the audience. At this moment, the stadium, which was already full of people, suddenly became silent.

"Oh, it seems that Rota has something to say to the audience. Next, I will give the microphone to Rota. Please say a few words to the most outstanding boxer in Thai history." The host solemnly handed the microphone to Rota.

Rota took over the microphone and glanced at the audience with cold eyes, and there was no noise in the gymnasium: "I'm sorry that on this night, we lost Muay Thai..."

Fuck? What does this boy mean? Even if Rota loses, Thailand will still win with a total score of 3:2. How can this boy say that Thailand has lost?

When Nie Pan was surprised by Rota's fluent Chinese, he was even more confused about what he said. He didn't understand what kind of dragon array this boy was playing? Is this guy going to admit defeat?

The Thai fans in the gym can't understand the Chinese spoken by Rota. They hold their breath and wait for the translation. The people who can understand Chinese are the same as the question in Nie Pan's heart. They really don't understand why this domineering Thai boxing champion would say this?

Fortunately, Rota quickly solved the doubts of hundreds of millions of viewers at the scene and in front of the TV with the following: "We originally wanted to win 5-0, but we didn't expect to let the Chinese boxer win a game. It can't be said that this is a regrettable result. For Muay Thai, it is no different from defeat!!!"

As the announcer at the scene translated Rota's words into "Thai", the Thai fans at the scene were boiling again, reaching an unprecedented **, shouting in Thai in unison, "Rota long live, long live Rota..."

Although many Chinese audiences booed and were very dissatisfied with Rota's arrogance, they were soon submerged in the cheers of Thai fans...

At this moment, Nie Pan's eyes appeared in front of a group of TV series scenes from a long time ago. The arrogant Orientals imposed the brand of "Sick Man of East Asia" on the Chinese. At this moment, how similar is Rota's behavior and deeds to that scene? It can be tolerated, but it can't be tolerated!

Nie Pan's blood was boiling at this moment, and his five interiors were like burning. What was inspired was a determination to maintain the dignity of the country. He secretly inhaled and exhaled according to the records of the "Jade Girl Heart Sutra", and tried to mobilize the only scattered true qi in his body to concentrate in Dantian...

Rota on the ring suddenly turned around and looked at the Chinese boxer opposite with aggressive momentum. He pointed to the Chinese boxer with his right index finger and said, "You, I don't know your name is, but in order to save the shame of our Muay Thai boxer being defeated by your Chinese boxers in this ring, I will knock you down within ten seconds. Otherwise, we will lose Muay Thai!"

As soon as Rota said this, the whole audience was in an uproar again. The shouts, cheers, applause and curses were intertwined, forming a hysterical scene...

The Chinese boxer was obviously enraged, with his eyes spewing fire, and his fists on his chest waiting for the start of the game...

It is not uncommon for KO to kill the opponent within 10 seconds, but there are many unexpected elements and unpredictability. In the history of fighting, no one has dared to boast to the opponent like this, "How long will I knock you down?" What's more, it's 10 seconds. The taxi can be killed but not humiliated. Chinese boxers are determined. Take action to fight back against the arrogant and domineering Thai boxing champion...

Rota put on gloves, and the two stood together and looked at each other for a moment. At the beginning of the referee's sound, the whole audience began to count down in English: "Ten, nine, eight..." For loyal Thai fans, Rota is the only one god. He said that if he knocked down the opponent in ten seconds, he would never use eleven seconds!

Although the Chinese boxers have used all their strength to fight against Rota's offensive, he really doesn't believe that there are such fierce and fast fighters in the world. What's more, Rota is stronger than the previous Thai boxers because of its comprehensiveness. He can't help punching fiercely, powerful, accurate, and An unpredictable leg and foot kung fu, which Thai boxers were not good at before...

When the audience counted "three" in English, the Chinese boxer dodged Rota's heavy punch, but was kicked in the ear by a flying leg, and one fell unconscious in the ring...

"stop!" Stop! Stop!”

The referee wearing white gloves shouted loudly and blocked between the two people in time. After bending down to see the situation of the Chinese boxer, he seriously motioned the platform to enter the stretcher and let the ambulance prepare to take the person directly to the hospital...

Rota was complacent in the hysterical shouts of the audience, with a young smile on his face. His left hand wearing blue boxing gloves was raised by the referee's right hand with white gloves: "Thai boxer Chachai Rota won the victory in this game..."

After a brief exchange with the referees outside the court, the referee from Europe returned to the center of the ring and solemnly announced: "I announce that this year's Muay Thai champion competition will be Thailand 4..."

"Wait a minute, the game is not over yet!"

Before the end of his words, he saw a white shirt on his upper body, olive gray suit trousers on his lower body, leather shoes, and a resolute teenager with a handsome face. He jumped up from the VIP seat in the south. He first stepped on the seat in front of him, and then stepped on the two in front. A Thai singing and dancing jumped into the ring with his head...

At this moment, the Shatang Sports Center, which was full of 20,000 spectators, became quiet and a little strange. Everyone was stunned and stunned with their mouths wide open. They really don't understand where Cheng Yaojin came out halfway?

He said he was a boxer in the competition. How could he wear a suit and leather shoes? If it hadn't been for the players, would they have come to the stage to find a beat? Even the referee and Rota were stunned and looked at each other, and their eyes were full of confusion...

"Ni Pan, are you crazy? Come down!" Song Xiyan's powerful roar first cut through the silence in the gymnasium...

"Nye Pan...Cousin, you come down. Why are you going up?" Meng Juexiao cried with a sad face, stood up and held the seat in front of him and begged.

Zhuo Qinglin also became solemn and stood up with her hands in her trouser pockets. For a moment, she was at a loss. She didn't know what was good to complain about Nie Pan, but she just said silently in her heart, "Why is this child so worry-free? What should I do? What's good?"

Only the little dragon girl sat quietly on her left leg on her right leg. Her eyes were full of calmness and gratifying. The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned. She looked at Nie Pan, who was unexpectedly in the ring with appreciation. At this moment, she actually felt that he had become a little heroic...

The security guard who maintained order around the ring was about to rush into the ring and get Nie Pan out. He was stopped by Rota. His eyebrows raised, stared at Nie Pan with aggressive eyes, and asked, "Who are you?" What do you want to do?"

"I'm a Chinese. I just want to tell you that you just defeated a few Chinese boxers, not Chinese kung fu!"

Nie Pan put his hands behind him and said, learning from Jet Li's version of Huang Feihong. At this moment, he has ignored his safety in his heart and is determined to win back some face for Chinese kung fu. At least he can't let Thais show off so much at the door of his home!

"Haha, it's ridiculous. Don't they represent your Chinese martial arts? Aren't they the best boxers selected in your Chinese martial arts? Rota laughed and asked, as if Nie Pan's words were very naive.

Nie Pan hugged Rota and said, "No, they can only represent the highest level of athletes in some training teams, and do not really represent the highest level of Chinese martial arts. In fact, all the athletes who represent China in various martial arts competitions and martial arts performances are not the best martial arts in Chinese martial arts. Home, in China, real martial artists pay attention to keeping a low profile, self-cultivation, and persessing people with virtue. They are all idle and wild cranes. They never show their real kung fu. Just as Mr. Rota said about Chinese football on TV last time, the athletes representing the Chinese team are only some football association officials. The player that a national team coach likes is not the highest-level player in China!"

"Oh, according to you, can you represent the highest level of Chinese martial arts?" Rota looked at Nie Pan, his thin figure, and thought that he could knock Nie Pan to the ground with one punch, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"Although I can't represent the highest level of Chinese martial arts, I am also interested in competing with Mr. Rota, so that you Muay Thai will never despise our Chinese martial arts!" Nie Pan said calmly.

"NO, NO..."

The referee from Hungary stopped in half-baked Chinese and said, "NO, this gentleman... If you want to have a martial arts competition, please change the date, change the location, and hold it again, okay? The Thai team did win this game. Please don't interfere with my normal referee work!"

Nie Pan suddenly reached out his hand and gently unbuttoned his shirt, and threw the shirt on Meng Juexiao's head on the VIP seat. Although he was said to be strong, compared with Rota, he could only be regarded as a "little witch sees a big witch" chest muscles. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, pointing to Rota and said in an irrefutable tone, "The rules are determined by people. Why can't it be changed? I challenge them in the way of their Thai boxers. I, a Chinese Nie Pan, want to challenge your five Thai boxers in this ring. You can start a wheel battle. The person who wins the final score is the final winner!"