I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 45 Why should the strong apologize to the weak?

While the atmosphere off the field was still tense, the boxing ring under the spotlight suddenly became lively!

Wu Jiuge made the first move, using Bajiquan close-quarters combat to launch a preemptive attack, raising his elbow to strike Long Juanfeng's chest.

Cheng Beiwang cut in from the side and delivered a devastating kick!

Deng Changjiang used Cai Li Fo's Crane Style Fist to precisely strike the ribs, making contact and then retreating immediately!

Jin Shan Zhao, who was a beat slow to react, was forced to the outside by the three of them and could only wait for their attacks to be misaligned before he could fill in!

When Tornado saw the group make their move, he initially laughed heartily:

These Chinese guys who only know how to fight, let me show you what absolute power is!

He quickly dodged while stepping back, blocking with one hand and then throwing a hook with the other!

However, the ferocity of their attack clearly exceeded Tornado's expectations.

He had only thrown half of his punch when he was kicked to the side and staggered.

Immediately afterwards, I felt another sharp pain in my ribs, like being hit in the armpit with a steel nail, and my entire right arm went numb instantly!

hiss--

Tornado's expression changed instantly:

Was that strange dance they performed earlier just an act?

In just three or four breaths, the tornado was forced to retreat to one side of the ropes, repeatedly covering its head and dodging.

Without the constraints of boxing rules, and with four people ganging up on him, let alone a tornado, even Ip Man wouldn't last many rounds standing here!

Tornado still had the advantage in physique and his ability to withstand blows was exceptionally well-trained, so much so that although he was in a sorry state, he managed to protect his vital parts.

The audience below the stage was stunned.

The foreign police superintendent's expression changed drastically, and he immediately gave Fei Bo and Hong Zhennan a look, signaling them to hurry over and stop them.

The event organizer, Gurester, also greeted the staff outside the venue.

Six or seven staff members immediately rushed onto the boxing ring and quickly stopped Wu Jiuge and his group, who were in the middle of a heated fight.

Fei Bo turned around and had to advise, "Master Song, don't let them fight anymore. If they keep fighting, something bad will happen!"

Under pressure from the foreign police superintendent, Hung Chun-nam nodded in agreement, advising him to know when to stop and stop while he was ahead.

Song Sheng calmly stood up, quickening his pace towards the boxing ring while symbolically shouting, "Stop fighting!"

After saying that, he jumped off the stage, grabbed the ropes, and flipped himself up, a series of movements that were smooth and fluid.

Upon landing on the ring, Song Sheng continued shouting, "Stop fighting!" He then shoved aside a staff member in front of him, turned around, and delivered a powerful, mid-air kick!

He kicked Tornado hard in the side shoulder, sending him flying off the edge of the ring.

He rolled and tumbled all the way to the audience seats outside the stadium.

Those on and off the field noticed the kick and suddenly fell silent.

So when Song Sheng landed, his next outburst of dissuasion suddenly stood out: "Stop fighting!!!"

Crucially, while he was shouting, he habitually reached out and slapped a foreigner who was obstructing Wu Jiuge on the back of the head, causing the man to stagger and almost kneel down.

The crisp sound of the slap became even more jarring as the silence in the room subsided.

Song Sheng stood on the stage, his back still ramrod straight, his expression still nonchalant.

Whispers rippled through the audience:

Who is this Chinese man?

While shouting "Don't hit me!", they themselves still attacked so viciously!

Wu Jiuge leaned closer to Song Sheng: "Boss, what did that foreigner mean by what he said to us earlier? How did he say it again?"

Song Sheng said a few words to him, and then Wu Jiuge stood at the edge of the ring, opened his arms to the tornado who had just gotten up below, and made a welcoming gesture: "Kamun, baby! Kamun!"

"..." The scene was deathly silent.

Song Shengdu remained silent.

Only after catching his breath, Tornado rubbed his sore shoulders and stared intently at Song Sheng and Wu Jiuge, as if he wanted to devour them alive.

Just as he was about to rush forward again, a foreign ratings officer held him tightly and kept urging him to calm down.

Despite suppressing her rage, Tornado, even while being held, still gave Song Sheng the middle finger: "Fuck, fuck, fuck you!!!"

Is it impotent rage?

Song Sheng smiled, snapped his fingers, and called out to the referee in the arena, "Host, come here!"

The host walked over cooperatively, holding a microphone.

Song Sheng pointed at the shouting tornado below the stage: "Tell him that we're performing Chinese martial arts, and if he doesn't like it, he can leave! But provoking us is wrong of him, and I want him to apologize to us!"

The host was stunned and couldn't help but glance at the tornado below the stage, who was being beaten badly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Sheng turned to look at him.

The host coughed before addressing the crowd below: "This gentleman needs to apologize for his previous unreasonable provocation."

Tornado exclaimed in disbelief, "What?!"

You fucking got it backwards!

You want me to apologize?

Tornado roared angrily, "It's those ill-mannered Chinese who should be apologizing to me!"

Song Sheng understood Tornado's words and replied directly, "We apologize? Host, continue telling him what kind of stupid British tradition this is, that the victor apologizes to the loser? Is he an idiot?"

The host looked at Song Sheng strangely: You clearly understand it, so why do you need me to translate?

However, as the host of the event, he was still very professional and immediately translated Song Sheng's meaning to Long Juanfeng.

Tornado was furious. If the foreign judge hadn't been trying to stop him, he would have rushed up again, pointing at Song Sheng from below the stage and yelling, "Chinese guy, let's have another match in the ring! Whoever loses has to apologize!!!"

Upon hearing this, the host immediately sensed tension: "Mr. Boxer just said that this person—"

When she looked at Song Sheng, she suddenly hesitated, unsure of how to address him.

Song Sheng: "Call me Brother Sheng."

The host, unfazed, said, "The boxing champion just said that he'll apologize to Brother Sheng if he can beat him!"

The host then translated it in both languages.

After hearing this, Tornado abruptly turned to the host: "Fuck, I said whoever loses should apologize, not 'I lost'!"

Without waiting for the host to repeat himself, Song Sheng looked at the whirlwind of people below the stage and asked, "You want to fight me?"

The host immediately chimed in, "Mr. Tornado, Brother Sheng just asked you if you want to challenge him?"

Song Sheng couldn't help but glance at the host: What country is this guy from? Why does he speak with such a strange accent?

Tornado was furious: "I challenge him? Shit! I'm the champion!"

The host, growing impatient, said, "Just tell me, are we going to fight or not?"

"..." Tornado was furious and couldn't help but roar, "Fight! I'll beat him until he kneels and begs for mercy!"

Upon hearing this, the host became even more excited and turned to Song Sheng, saying, "Brother Sheng, the boxing champion just said that he's going to fight—"

"This sentence doesn't need translation; I understand it."

"..."