The "Japanese" Ito Goe and the "Korean" Lee Yong-gil took the stage to compete as players in the warm-up match, which was really surprising.

Even in the warm-up session, if you don’t participate in betting, your level is too low.

Mr. Itogoe of Kyokushin Kate 9th Dan, if you don't use a katana at all in your attacks, why do you make a fist with your thumb under your index finger and middle finger?

Elementary school students all know that if they make a fist like that, not only will it not hurt anyone, but they may also injure themselves.

And when fighting, I can only speak one sentence in Japanese, which is "Baga."

Mr. Li Yongji, the "ninth-degree black belt in Taekwondo" opposite, went even further. He kept shouting "Smecta." What a meaningless modal particle.

As for Li Yongji's kung fu, it really makes Xu Jinsheng and his son want to commit suicide or kill someone after seeing it. Taekwondo lovers all over the world will not let you go.

Not a single kick could reach above the waist, and I almost tripped myself several times. This level is worse than even a hip-hop beginner.

All in all, all in all, the "Japan-Korea War" on the field was very fake, even more fake than the martial arts drama in Peking Opera.

Unbelievably, except for Pentheus and me, the audience watched with great joy.

The salesman Lao Mao raised his right hand in the air and applauded. The cuffs of his stained white shirt were exposed from under his black suit.

"Fight him, chase him, kick him, kill him, gouge his eyes out."

It is estimated that these people who came to see the peep show out of curiosity did not have the same expectations for the level of fighting as I did. They would be satisfied if they could see the excitement of a street fight.

The problem is that the fight between "Itōgo" and "Lee Yongji" did not even reach the level of a street fight. There are not two roosters with the fighting spirit, and there are not two crickets with the courage to fight. It is simply more ridiculous than playing monkeys.

The most annoying thing is that the host is trying his best to explain this low-level battle in the universe loudly.

"Player Itogoe used an upside-down golden hook, but unfortunately he missed, and player Li Yongji ducked away from the ground."

Isn't that called "dodge with a slight difference"? And isn't hanging the golden hook upside down a football skill?

"Ah, player Li Yongji found that his opponent was behind him, so he decisively scored an own goal."

It would be more appropriate to call it "dragon wagging its tail". I bet you know that the wedding style won't work here, so you immediately changed it to the football commentary style.

It's quite appropriate, since the games on the field are as stinky as Chinese football anyway.

Even Pentheus, who was extremely well-educated, couldn't help complaining: "This is actually a comedy sketch."

The farce of the "Japan-Korea War" lasted for more than ten minutes, and finally came to an end with a designed "chest-slapping" action.

"Wow, player Li Yongji actually kicked Ito Yue in the chest at the critical moment, and Ito Yue also hit Li Yongji in the chest with a straight punch at the same time. It seems that both of them were seriously injured."

"They were clutching their chests, with pain on their faces, and kept falling back, and then backing up."

"Ah, they fell. Ito Goe and Lee Yongji fell at the same time. There is no winner or loser. There is no winner between Japanese karate and Korean taekwondo. Both Japanese and Koreans are finished."

Four stretcher-bearers came up from the stage and pretended to carry the two fake foreigners who were pretending to be dead.

"Have a good death." Lao Mao showed no sympathy at all for the plight of his foreign friends. Other viewers probably had the same attitude.

To be fair, although this game was extremely boring in the eyes of experts, it catered to the preferences of the majority of the audience and subtly heated up the atmosphere in the venue with the "die together" between the Japanese and the Koreans.

I always feel that this nonsensical and unrestrained performance style seems familiar. Have I seen other works by the planner?

After the arena was cleared, the host returned to the stage and announced loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the real game is about to begin. Our staff will go to the auditorium. Everyone can bet on the blue or red side. Here are two players from Thailand..."

Thailand, Muay Thai? Although Muay Thai training methods are cruel and extremely harmful to boxers, it is also a powerful killing fighting technique, known as the "eight-arm boxing technique". Although I have been exposed to it from games and TV, I have never seen it with my own eyes, how can I get a glimpse of it today?

Don't be like the fake Koreans in the last fight. Since it's an underground boxing match, please at least show me some real kung fu. Please.

After the host's announcement, a dark and small figure jumped onto the stage. It was super compact and only half the height of the host.

My first reaction was: Hey, Guo Jingming also came to participate in the competition.

If you look closely, you will see that the player on the red side who came up is still a child, probably only 10 years old.

But wearing only a pair of sports shorts, he showed a completely different temperament from the two fakes just now. His strong body, coated with olive oil, shone under the light. When I was 10 years old, I could I definitely don't have a physique like his, otherwise I wouldn't be chased and beaten by Xiao Qin every day.

The boy with a crew cut, pursed his lips, and dilated his nostrils, looked at the dark audience under the stage, as if he was accumulating his anger in a foreign land, with a fierce expression on his face.

His opponent also appeared at this moment, with the same crew cut and the same seriousness. Except for the fact that the gloves were blue, the two of them were almost carved out of the same mold.

The host made room for them in the center of the arena and continued to explain:

"Khunson Ataiba on the red side and Moncha Ataiba on the blue side are twin brothers from an orthodox Muay Thai family. Even though they are only 11 years old, they are already senior players who have fought hundreds of ring matches. Already, I have achieved good results in the Muay Thai community in Bangkok.”

"Whether you are optimistic about your brother Kunsong or your brother Mengcha, please hurry up and place your bets. Once the game starts, we will not accept bets."

Looking at the two brothers on the stage, I felt a very uncomfortable feeling in my heart.

No matter judging from their physique, appearance or temperament, these two children are definitely Muay Thai fighters, but I don't have the joy of witnessing the power of Muay Thai at all.

It’s not that I look down on Muay Thai for minors (I’m a minor myself), but it’s so unsympathetic that so many adults are watching and using the two children in the ring as objects of entertainment. You should at least Protest a little bit, everyone is looking around curiously, paying money to place bets, you think this is a game of cockfighting.

I heard from my father that the rural economy in Thailand is underdeveloped, and some parents will cultivate their children's fighting skills and let them participate in legal and illegal competitions to make money to support their families.

Therefore, it is very unfortunate for a man to be born in Thailand. If his family is poor, he basically has only two choices: Muay Thai and being a shemale.

These two brothers probably followed a certain master and came to China to pan for gold. The martial arts they had worked so hard to cultivate actually became a gambling tool for a bunch of idlers. The world is really ironic and cruel.

"I bet that my brother will win." Old Mao drunkenly took out a few RMB and threw them to the staff who accepted the bets.

"Then I'll bet my brother to win." Pentheus bet the same amount of money with a small movement.

I frowned and looked at Pentheus beside me.

"Peng...Peng Peng." As soon as I said it, I remembered that I should use the pseudonym I just thought of. "Didn't we agree not to gamble, and let the two brothers fight back and forth. I think it's boring, so let's leave."

"Master Lin, since you are here, please stay a little longer." Pentheus said calmly, "And once the underground boxing match starts, the audience is not allowed to leave unless there are special circumstances. Didn't you see that the warehouse door has been sealed? Are you up?"

I followed Pentheus's gaze and saw that it was indeed true. There were two security guards who looked normal, one on the left and one on the right guarding the door.

"It's not impossible to stay and watch, but why do you want to place a bet?"

"Because usually, you will win more if you bet on your elder brother. Wouldn't that make your younger brother too pitiful?"

"The two brothers were fighting each other in front of foreigners to make money when they were only 11 years old. It is very pitiful in itself."

"This is already good..." Pentheus's eyes were full of great compassion, as if he was recalling some unbearable past events and his childhood spent in the slums.

With the sound of a gong, the two brothers Kunsong and Mengcha on the field began to fight with real swords and guns.

It was my first time to witness Muay Thai with my own eyes.

We don't hold back just because we are close relatives. The powerful knee strikes and elbow strikes are fierce and sharp, and the high and low sweep kicks are also frightening to watch. It is indeed a fight with the purpose of maiming and killing the opponent. Skill.

Damn those two guys who just pretended to be Japanese and Korean. You guys are not as beautiful as the children you beat.

It's really beautiful, but also really cruel.

In Muay Thai competitions, even for younger players, fractures, concussions and other serious injuries often occur. It is definitely not suitable for the faint of heart.

Watching Kunsong and Mengcha concentrate on their work, going back and forth with each other in front of the noisy and chaotic foreign onlookers, punching to the flesh and dripping with sweat, I felt ashamed from the bottom of my heart.

While I was worrying about whether to eat in a cafeteria or a small restaurant for lunch, there were younger people who were risking their lives in order to survive, standing on a ring with no honor at all, and punching and kicking their brothers.

Kun Song's powerful high kick almost hit Mengcha's forehead, and I blinked subconsciously.

You really have to do it. If it were me, even if I had no choice, it would be difficult for me to attack my brother so fiercely.

"Don't worry." Pentheus advised, "these two brothers cooperate very well. People who know each other well can definitely fight in what looks like a fierce fight. In fact, both sides only have superficial injuries."

"Skin injury." Lao Mao, who was sitting next to him, was a little unconvinced. When Kun Song kicked his legs just now, he was so frightened that he retracted his neck into his collar. "I think these two Thai wild boys are serious. If In the middle of the night, the two of them jumped out of the alley and beat me so hard that I had to go to the West."
Chapter completed!