harleyscars Chapter 21 Entering the Arena
Chapter 21 Entering the Arena
Queen Pei's private room was Room 1, which had the best view.
She was the only one inside, standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the entire venue from her high position, like a queen inspecting her country.
Queen Pei only looked away after Mia led Song Xing and Bai Nan in, glancing at Song Sheng briefly without saying anything.
It seems she's already heard about what's going on over there.
Not long after the three entered, the noise from the audience suddenly became lively.
Especially when a host comes on stage to warm up the audience.
The voices from the audience gradually grew louder, and the atmosphere was built up little by little.
After a few minutes
Looking through the floor-to-ceiling window, Song Sheng noticed that some boxers had already started to take to the stage.
Both sides on the stage were dressed in coarse cloth shorts.
Judging from their starting stances, one is younger and is a Xingyi Quan master, while the other is middle-aged and is a Cai Li Fo Quan master.
Song Sheng became interested. He had been busy with the opening of the gym and the boxing ring these past few days and hadn't had a chance to visit the martial arts masters in Hong Kong. Even his neighbor, Ip Man, he had only met briefly a few times.
Now we can finally appreciate it properly.
The fight in the boxing ring has begun.
This place is, after all, the top-level boxing arena. The masters who take to the stage are not only full of vigor, but also quite skilled in boxing and kicking.
Xingyiquan, as one of the three traditional internal martial arts, emphasizes the "three sections" and "eight essentials," and has both practical combat effectiveness and health benefits.
In comparison, Choy Li Fut is one of the most outstanding styles of boxing in Southern martial arts. It combines softness and strength, has flexible and steady footwork, and features a bold and powerful style.
It also emphasizes the coordination of vocalization and physical actions, using vocalization to cheer and boost morale.
While Song Sheng was watching the scene below, the fighting in the boxing ring was interspersed with threatening shouts, which were particularly loud.
Even from a distance and with the floor-to-ceiling windows, Song Sheng could hear it clearly.
If they were to fight on stage, it would be a lie to say they wouldn't be affected.
However, the extent of the impact varies from person to person.
From a purely visual perspective, the masters of Choy Li Fut are more outstanding.
Suddenly, a cool voice reached Song Sheng's ears: "Who do you think will win?"
Song Sheng did not turn around, but stared at the boxing ring and said, "Cai Li Fo, although that Xingyi Quan master is younger and more energetic, he is also a little lacking in skill."
After he finished speaking, the Xingyiquan master was kicked out of the way and staggered.
Even though he quickly regained his footing, he was still at a disadvantage.
Relying on their youthful vigor, they were evenly matched at the beginning of the fight, but in terms of sustained power, the older Cai Li Fo boxer was far more experienced and shrewd.
When the Xingyiquan master was defeated, he had already coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
The difference in their fist and foot techniques was not significant. The Xingyiquan master was proud and unwilling to accept defeat, which led to him getting more and more injured as the fight progressed, until he was finally unable to stand up.
After Song Sheng explained it to her, Mia seemed to understand but not quite: "Is there really so much to kung fu? What exactly is kung fu?"
Song Sheng smiled and said, "In the eyes of most martial arts masters, martial arts is more about martial ethics."
Kung Fu is a self-defense technique, not a means of attack.
Learning kung fu shouldn't be for fighting, but for improving physical health, cultivating character, and uniting the mind.
"That seems quite meaningful." Mia blinked. "Song, so in your eyes, what is kung fu?"
Song Sheng stared at the Xingyiquan master being carried away, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "Kung Fu is only kung fu that adapts to the times."
Whether it's attack or self-defense.
Kung Fu, in the end, is just a fighting technique; it's not an exaggeration to say it's a combination of horizontal and vertical movements.
To assign it a certain meaning is merely a personal pursuit.
On a philosophical level, it's more of a reflection by martial arts masters on their youthful vigor as they age.
Youth is a powerful force; everyone has earned their reputation through hard work in their youth!
During the conversation, a staff member from the private room came over to make a notification.
It was Song Sheng's turn to appear.
Queen Pei turned around, looked at Song Sheng who was about to walk out the door, and suddenly said, "Two thousand yuan."
"Um?"
"I bet on you, and I don't want to lose money in my own casino."
"Okay, remember to split the winnings with me."
"..."
Song Sheng stepped onto the boxing ring first and raised his head.
The afterglow cast by the chandelier on the ceiling was somewhat dazzling.
The stands outside the stadium were still filled with the lingering noise from the previous match.
A moment later, Song Sheng's first opponent in the top-level boxing ring stepped forward.
The newcomer was the complete opposite of Song Sheng, who was lean and whose strength was hidden under his clothes.
He was a large, muscular man, even bigger than the white man who was also muscular.
He was over 1.9 meters tall, and his robust physique made him look like a small mountain when he stood there.
He was half-naked, and his steel-plate-like chest was covered with black tattoos.
Lions, skulls, and roses.
The words of the Bible extend from the shoulders to the arms.
His neck was covered with black tribal tattoos.
As he entered the stadium, the audience fell silent for a few seconds.
Until someone in the audience called out the giant's name.
"It's Hansen, a disciple of the devil!!!"
"Demon Hansen is here!"
"This is only the second match tonight, and they've already brought out their usual headliner?"
"Hansen's opponent is a new face. I wonder who's backing this newcomer up. He's in for a rough time."
In Box Number One
Queen Pei raised an eyebrow and used her walkie-talkie to call over a staff member: "Who arranged for Hansen to step into the ring in the second match?"
"Sister Pei, it was Hansen's employer, Young Master Zhou, who made the request."
"Um?"
"Young Master Zhou had his eye on a boxer in the Walled City before, but that guy was recently crippled by Brother Sheng. When he heard that Brother Sheng had signed up for tonight's fight, he took the initiative to arrange for his boxer to accept the challenge."
"..."
"Is that Hansen that good?" Mia looked at the exaggeratedly large man in the arena; he was indeed visually striking.
Queen Pei stared at the crowd and said, "How should I put it? His skill level is above the standard for boxing, but most importantly, it's his physique. He's a natural-born fighter."
His explosive power and ability to withstand blows are extraordinary.
And there's one more thing—"
She paused here.
The white-clad man behind Mia suddenly chimed in: "He has a mental illness."
Several years ago, he had a long criminal record in several European countries, making him a transnational criminal. However, due to mental health issues and other complex reasons, he repeatedly escaped punishment.
Mia exclaimed in surprise, "This guy is actually so dangerous..."
The white-haired man's expression was inscrutable: "Although I don't like that Asian man, he's probably in trouble."