Chapter 1655： Heavyweight champion?

This kick shattered all the illusions of the audience who still had expectations of Yunlong.

The monk Yunlong who displayed the golden bell, just like Master Ma, flew straight out, smashed the side rope, and rolled down.

In fact, the monk Yunlong only stayed in the Shaolin Temple for one year, and he was not an official Shaolin disciple at all.

After that, he went to apprentices everywhere, and when each master learned a few tricks, he changed to another place.

This way of learning martial arts full and full of jujube eventually evolved into the current four differents. Boxing is not like boxing, and Chinese martial arts is not like national martial arts.

Very high and far, good eyes and low hands, not academically good.

This is Jiang Siming's **** evaluation of him.

After defeating another, Jiang Siming still did not choose to rest and continued to fight.

"Fourth place, American heavyweight champion Wilde."

When this challenge came out, everyone was shocked!

Wilde!

The strongest champion in active service! A member of the Boxing Association Hall of Fame, he is also the closest figure to Tyson at his peak.

42 unbeaten records, including 40 KO opponents.

This result is enough to win the boxing world.

In front of Wilde, a boxer of Yunlong's level is probably not even an opponent.

As soon as the referee's voice fell, a huge figure walked onto the stage.

Being close to two meters tall, coupled with the exploding muscle mass all over his body, just walking over makes people feel like a mountain of pressure.

The audience couldn't help swallowing, if this kind of person punched them, I guess they won't wake up in this life.

But such a person is about to challenge Jiang Siming.

All Chinese audiences were worried about it.

"Fuck, this guy... Nima's arms are thicker than Jiang Siming's thighs."

"This is a bit unfair, isn't it? Challenge with such a heavyweight level?"

"This Yankee made up his mind to be famous."

"I don't dare to look at it. If this is a punch, Jiang Siming will have to stay in bed..."

....

Wilde stepped onto the stage and looked at Jiang Siming playfully.

In his eyes, Jiang Siming was just a monkey, a thin monkey.

This kind of opponent, he can pinch him into a ball with his fingers.

Wilde walked to the other side of Jiang Siming and took off his shirt. His solid muscles bulged up and no one doubted whether this fist could kill anyone.

"In one minute, I will let you lie on the ground." Wilde smiled arrogantly, smelling of gunpowder.

Jiang Siming looked at him and replied quietly: "When the doctor rescues you, I hope to close your mouth. Don't let the doctor pass out if you breathe too much."

Hahaha...

Everyone was happy.

Wilde's face sank, his eyes fixed on Jiang Siming, and he made up his mind to make Jiang Siming suffer.

"Game start!"

After the referee gave the order, Wilde's punch was already swept over.

The female audience could not help screaming in fright.

Jiang Siming didn't feel ashamed to see the opponent punching, and he also raised his fist to fight back!

Two punches are in mid-air!

There was a clear and audible bone crash.

Wilde used a heavy punch in boxing, while Jiang Siming used a straight punch.

The moment when two fists touched.

Wilde's face changed on the spot, and the sharp pain from his fist made him unpredictable.

But he still gritted his teeth and insisted on attacking Jiang Siming again.

Then Jiang Siming used a set of martial arts martial arts punches. Within half a minute, Wilde was lying on the ring like a dead dog, unable to get up.

Huh! Huh!

Jiang Siming was sweating and panting.

This is of course he played it, so he can't challenge four opponents in a row, right?

It is estimated that everyone has to suspect that it is a fake match.

No way, in order to be more realistic, Jiang Siming can only make himself more like a normal person.

Alas, in order to convince everyone, he also sacrificed the talent of the actor again.

Rao was so, and it was enough to shock everyone.

Jiang Siming actually beat Wilde to the ground.

The camera around the ring was aimed at Wilde on the ground, trying to determine whether he was deliberately pretending to be stunned to beat the match.

But judging from the large and small bruises on his body, two teeth were beaten out, his head was swollen so high, his left arm fell down and swayed, and he was dislocated.

This can't be a fake match, Wilde's size, wanting to dislocate his arm, it is impossible to do without real ability.

The emergency doctor immediately came on stage to rescue Wilde.

"He is suffocated! Quick! Get on the ventilator!"

The doctor yelled that he couldn't take Wilde away first. He could only bring up the temporary oxygen cylinder and give Wilde first aid on stage.

Now no one doubts the authenticity of this martial arts conference.

No one doubted Jiang Siming's strength. Jiang Siming was really a master of national martial arts. Even Wilde could not hold on to Jiang Siming for half a minute.

For a while, the Chinese audience was excited, is this the Chinese martial arts? That's too awesome!

If Jiang Siming went to boxing, wouldn't he be the world champion immediately?

Foreign audiences all have constipation expressions, Wilde is defeated... Can anyone beat him?

Is this the real Chinese Kung Fu?

The ring was temporarily occupied, and Jiang Siming couldn't immediately start the next one.

Just in order to be more involved in the performance, Jiang Siming said that he would take a break.

Then he sat in the corner of the ring and drank water to restore his strength.

At this time, Ali Ma didn't know when he ran to the ring and began to squeeze Jiang Siming's shoulders diligently.

"Mr. Jiang, you are really my idol, hahaha, I came here specially today, it's okay, I will be your little brother today, I learned this massage technique from the master."

President Ma turned into a little fan and gave Jiang Siming a shoulder massage behind him.

President Ma also likes Chinese Kungfu. From the "Gong Shou Dao" that he specially paid for, it can be seen that President Ma is also a kung fu fan.

It's just that I don't have the talent, I have no hope, I can only see how others are enjoying myself.

Jiang Siming couldn't laugh or cry, but he could only let President Ma go.

"President Jiang, are you holding this martial arts conference today to promote your third proposal at the Kyoto conference?"

Jiang Siming nodded and admitted that there was nothing to hide.

"Haha, I think it's okay. Come on for a while and strive for a complete victory."

"This is not nonsense, how can I lose." Jiang Siming rolled his eyes.

The two did not talk for long, and Wilde was carried down for treatment, and the ring was reopened.

Jiang Siming stood up again, returned to the center of the ring, and continued to let the referee draw lots.

In the next more than an hour, Jiang Siming joined the arena with more than forty challengers.

Among them, there are various martial arts masters, such as Sanda, Muay Thai, Taekwondo, Judo, etc. There are also some people who want to be famous like Master Ma.

Without exception, these people were all beaten to the ground by Jiang Siming.

When encountering masters, Jiang Siming used normal martial arts to fight against them, showing the charm of martial arts.

When encountering an internet celebrity, Jiang Siming is not very polite, he is all a kick.

The audience behind also understood that all those who were kicked by Jiang Siming were fake masters.

[Author's digression]: Third more~