Funakoshi Yizhen whispered to the two young men beside him: "Is he the Qin Hao who defeated you?"
"Yes, Master, that's him."
"Yes, that's him."
Funakoshi Yizhen's eyes immediately shifted to Qin Hao, and as Qin Hao approached the ring, his expression became particularly solemn.
The opponent in front of him was a bit too young. At this age, he was still just a young apprentice and was not even qualified to enter the ring. However, the opponent was already a well-known martial artist in New York.
It is a universal truth that boxing is afraid of young people, so when the Japanese military used killers to stop Qin Hao, he just pretended not to know.
"Master, his power is very terrifying, don't confront him head-on."
Facing the reminder from his apprentice, Funakoshi Gichin remained calm, but actually he was secretly on guard in his heart.
At this time, the competition venue was already filled with people.
There are not only Chinese and Japanese audiences in the United States, but also many local New York residents. They are not here to support anyone, they simply want to witness a wonderful game. After all, during the economic depression, many Americans are facing unemployment.
, divorce, house confiscation and other bad things, at this time they urgently need some entertainment to vent their inner negative emotions, and fighting competitions are often the most direct channel for venting.
They are eager to see cruel and bloody competitions.
"Come on, kill the little devil!"
"Master Qin must win, give the little devil some color."
"Baga, Funakoshi-kun, kill this Chinaman."
Under the excitement of the audience, the entire competition scene was enveloped in a restless and hot atmosphere.
The referee walked up to Qin Hao and motioned for him to take off his upper body clothes and conduct a pre-match inspection.
As Qin Hao's muscular body emerged, many white young women at the scene screamed with excitement, and the sound could almost shatter the glass.
When Gong Ruomei saw this scene, her little mouth curled up unconsciously, and she snorted dissatisfiedly at the young white women: "Slutty bitch."
In the ring, Funakoshi Gijin swallowed hard when he saw Qin Hao's exposed muscles. He knew that his apprentice had not lied to him this time, and the strength of the young man opposite him should not be underestimated.
People who have practiced martial arts all year round know very well that muscles are different from muscles. Many people's muscles look very thick, but in fact they are not strong. Some people's muscles only look strong, but they are extremely powerful. Qin Hao's
He belongs to the third type. His muscles are not exaggerated, but from the outline of his muscles, you can feel the terrifying energy contained in them.
Soon, the referee completed the inspection and came to Gichin Funakoshi.
Funakoshi Gijin also took off her shirt at this moment, revealing her muscular body.
This scene also made the Japanese audience shout with excitement. At least judging from the body shapes of the two, Funakoshi Gijin has no obvious disadvantages except for his height, and the muscles on his body are also well-defined.
Qin Hao was also sizing up his opponent. Judging from Funakoshi Gijin's age, she should be in her fifties or sixties, and her temples were a little gray. To be honest, it was just the first time she saw Funakoshi Gijin. Qin Hao felt this way.
There is no interest in fighting anymore.
Unless Gichin Funakoshi can develop the legendary "Qi", this possibility is extremely low. After all, he has searched most of China and has not found a way to develop "Qi". How could such a remote island country be like this?
inheritance?
Of course, if there is, it is also a good thing for Qin Hao, which means that there is "qi" in this world, but he has not found the right method.
Thinking of this, Qin Hao looked at Funakoshi Yizhen with a hint of expectation.
It happened that Funakoshi Gichin had just completed the referee's inspection and looked towards Qin Hao. Faced with Qin Hao's strange changes, Funakoshi Gichin was a little confused.
However, Gichin Funakoshi had no time to be surprised. Under the impatient urging of the audience, the referee kicked out the irrelevant personnel from the ring and announced that the competition had officially begun.
Qin Hao did not take the initiative to attack, but made a "please" gesture.
Seeing this, Funakoshi Yizhen did not dare to be careless. He moved closer and tentatively threw a punch at Qin Hao.
This punch was really powerful. It can be seen that Funakoshi Yizhen's kung fu foundation is still there, and he is not inferior to the young boxer in terms of speed and strength.
However, Qin Hao remained motionless and took the punch with his abdomen, feeling the force brought by the fist.
Qin Hao could only be deeply disappointed. The power of this punch was only 200 kilograms at most, which was far from Fujita's.
After Funakoshi Yizhen hit the target, he immediately retreated. The feedback from his fist showed that he knew very well that his punch did no harm to the young man in front of him.
When Funakoshi Gichin retreated to a safe distance, she found that Qin Hao did not pursue him. This made Funakoshi Gichin puzzled and very angry.
He knew that he was underestimated.
"Damn it, you look down on people so much!" Gichin Funakoshi yelled at Qin Hao, and took small steps to launch another attack.
In this blow, Funakoshi Yizhen used a move to raise his leg and kick to the side.
There is an old saying in the martial arts world: your hands are two doors, and you rely solely on your legs to hit someone.
The strength of a normal person's legs can reach three to five times that of the hands, while for people who practice martial arts all year round, the strength of their legs can even reach seven to eight times.
Funakoshi Yizhen struck with hatred, and the force of a round kick could reach over a thousand kilograms.
This blow was fast and hard, and it swept towards Qin Hao's head. If it hit him this time, it would be no joke.
Many Japanese spectators present had even begun to picture the watermelon being kicked to pieces in their minds.
However, what awaited them was a "muffled sound"
When they came to their senses, Funakoshi Gijin had already flown out, hit the ring hard, and was smashed to pieces. He was shaking his head and struggling to stand up.
"What just happened?"
"How could this happen? Can anyone tell me what happened just now? Did the Chinese man move just now?"
Qin Hao's movements just now were too fast. With a simple punch, Funakoshi Gijin was knocked away.
Regarding Funakoshi Yizhen's high-leg attack with great flaws, Qin Hao didn't even make a move to block, but directly took the lead and blocked him before he could react.
"Idiot, you dare to raise your legs so high in front of me!" Qin Hao completely lost interest in Funakoshi Gijin.
It seems that this guy is also the kind of so-called martial arts master who is held up to the altar by his disciples and descendants.
It is obviously impossible for such a person to develop Qi.
Gichin Funakoshi shook his head, gritted his teeth and stood up. The referee came to him to check his condition and confirmed that he still had the ability to fight again before he backed away.
"You bastard, go to hell!" After Funakoshi Yizhen calmed down, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards Qin Hao again. Up to now, he was already riding a tiger. If he lost this battle, the honor he had accumulated over the years would also be lost.
He will cease to exist, he will be completely pulled down from the altar, and his karate will also become a laughing stock in the Japanese martial arts world.
However, at this time, Qin Hao also lost patience with Funakoshi Yizhen.
"Boom"
Another punch, but this time it hit Gijin Funakoshi's face. Gijin Funakoshi fell to the ground again, but this time, he could not get up again. Blood continued to leak from his mouth, mixed with...
Broken tooth fragments.
"Master."
"Father!"
When Funakoshi Gichin's disciples and his son rushed into the ring and turned him over, half of his teeth were broken. There was no such thing as wearing braces at this time.
After a moment of silence, the scene erupted into enthusiastic cheers and shouts, mixed with some sighs.
Naturally, the cheers came from the Chinese audience. They raised their arms and cheered to celebrate this sudden victory, and at the same time shouted Qin Hao's name. The scene was comparable to a celebrity fan meeting.
The yelling and cursing naturally came from the Japanese audience. They didn't expect that Funakoshi Gichin, who had high hopes for him, would actually lose, and even lose in such an embarrassing manner. Many Japanese audiences had already left. They really didn't want to see those Chinese people in the competition.
Show off your power in front of yourself.
As for the sighs, most of them came from the neutral audience. What they wanted was an evenly matched and hearty competition. However, whether it was the result or the process, Qin Hao seemed too relaxed. He didn't even see a few drops of sweat.
.
This is not the game they want to see.
"This guy is too strong, and we need someone stronger to challenge him."
"Yes, he is simply inhuman. In other words, he should be the most capable Asian, right?"
"Don't forget, he has also defeated many American fighters and is perhaps the strongest man in the world."
"No, I don't believe that a yellow-skinned person can be as powerful as our noble white people. Someone must be able to defeat him."
In a box at the competition venue, a white man wearing a top hat put down the cigar from his mouth with excitement: "Did you hear the discussions outside?"
"I heard it, so what?" Another white man wearing a pocket watch said nonchalantly.
"Oh, God, my dear Mr. Mace, don't you see this is a great opportunity to make a fortune?"
"Get rich? All I know is that two yellow-skinned guys wasted my precious half an hour."
"Oh, man, look at the way those people outside are still unsatisfied. This is a shortcut for us to make a fortune. Have you seen that guy in the ring? As long as we continue to hold competitions to challenge him, people will continue to give us gifts.
Load the banknotes, do you understand?"
"But where are you going to find these people?"
"As long as you have money, are you afraid that you won't find anyone who can fight? As long as you have a hundred dollars, those poor guys will be willing to obey our mercy."
"But first you have to convince that person."
"Of course, persuading people is my strong point, but the prerequisite is your financial support."
"Okay, if you can convince him, I'll invest in you."
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On the other side, after Qin Hao defeated Gijin Funakoshi, many newspapers in the United States reported on him. This time it was not limited to New York, Washington, and San Francisco. Local newspapers in prosperous cities in the United States published Qin Hao's almost exaggerated report.
achievements.
As for Funakoshi Gichin, no one cares about a loser, not to mention that this loser is Japanese and has no reputation in the United States.
After Gichin Funakoshi lay in a New York hospital for more than a month, he quietly returned to Japan. However, when he returned to Japan, he faced endless ridicule and abuse. Most of the karate gyms he founded were also forced to
It was closed because all the students had fled.
Seeing that half of his life's hard work was ruined, Funakoshi Gichin gushed out a mouthful of old blood, grabbed his son's hand, and said unwillingly: "Beat him and avenge my shame."
Then he died.
A generation of karate masters died.
Compared to the desolation of Funakoshi Yizhen, Qin Hao's side was full of excitement.
There was an endless stream of apprentices coming to the boxing gym to sign up. As a last resort, Qin Hao could only open three more branches to divert these students.
But even so, it still couldn't last long. Soon the students in the boxing gym ran out of space, so they had to call in advance to make an appointment to have a coach take care of them.
If it were an ordinary boxer, faced with such a situation, he would have been confused.
But for Qin Hao, it is a piece of cake. Business is what he is best at.
Qin Hao took advantage of the situation and launched a partnership system, turning all the fighters who challenged him and eventually became his apprentices into his partners, allowing them to open branches, conduct unified management, and quickly occupy the market.
At the same time, Qin Hao also designed a set of quick fighting textbooks so that beginners can see results in a short time.
In this set of fighting textbooks, he absorbed practical techniques from many countries such as grappling, boxing, and jiu-jitsu.
As for the funds to open a martial arts gym, Qin Hao launched a "refund all tuition fees if invalid" campaign, which attracted nearly 3,000 students to sign up in a short period of time.
With these tuition fees and the funds raised by the partners, Qin Hao's "Haoran Boxing Gym" opened more than 30 chain stores in major cities in the United States in just three months.
These stores were all the same from the size of the venue to the decoration style, teaching materials, and students' clothing. They soon set off a trend on the streets of the United States. Especially during morning exercises every day, every martial arts gym had hundreds of foreigners with various skins.
He and he were practicing boxing, and the scene was quite spectacular.
Many TV stations also rushed to report on it, and Qin Hao was also pushed to the forefront.
The core value of the American Dream is that ordinary people have done extraordinary things through their own efforts. Therefore, Qin Hao's deeds have become a typical example of the American Dream.
This is also very consistent with the slogan promoted by the upper class of the United States: When you come to the United States, you become an American.
For a time, Qin Hao almost became a frequent guest on TV stations, radio stations, newspapers and magazines, and reporters came to interview him almost every day.
On this day, just after Qin Hao came back from the New York TV station, he heard from the servant that there was a white man who wanted to cooperate with him.
"Oh, Mr. Qin, it's not easy to meet you." Jones looked at Qin Hao with a smile, his eyes shining, as if he were looking at a golden mountain.