novelinnhs Chapter 60 A Crushing Blow to the Japanese
Chapter 60 A Crushing Blow to the Japanese
The two exchanged blows in a flash, causing the audience in the stands to hold their breath involuntarily.
Using the force of the recoil, Qin Han slid back half a step, his right foot slightly raised on tiptoe.
A sharp pain shot up my shinbone – what a hard kick!
Sure enough, this little Japanese soldier wasn't acting at all.
If it weren't for that side kick that intercepted his power point, I'm afraid I would have already taken a solid kick by now.
Across from him, Hiroki Ishii steadied himself, his timid, smiling "working class" face long gone.
A bloodthirsty excitement filled his face.
He stretched his neck, looked at Qin Han, and said softly, "That producer always wants me to perform some kind of 'near defeat'."
"But now it seems there was absolutely no need for that. To be able to withstand my roundhouse kick, you're quite a fighter!"
Qin Han adjusted his breathing rhythm and gradually became excited, but his eyes were full of contempt:
"They bow and scrape like servants offstage, while acting like big shots onstage."
"No matter where the Japanese devils go, they always have this hypocritical nature of being both a prostitute and a virtuous woman."
Ishii's fake smile vanished instantly: "Baka!"
With a loud shout, he charged forward and threw a straight punch.
The fist flew like a cannonball, heading straight for Qin Han's chest and ribs. At the same time, his knee was raised high, ready to launch a knee strike in close combat.
Qin Han dared not be careless, and his steps instantly became unsteady.
Now that we've stepped onto this stage, there's no first place in literature, but there's a clear winner in martial arts.
Losing would not only be a disgrace to oneself, but would also trample on the popularity that one's mentor had just built up in Hollywood.
Not to mention the box office performance of "The Big Boss," which will probably be cut in half.
"call--!"
A heavy punch grazed past Qin Han's ear, but he dodged it perfectly, like a leaf swaying in a storm, leaning to the side.
When his first strike missed, Ishii changed his move, turning his fist into a chop, and smashed his hand into the opening Qin Han had exposed, only to have it deflected by a palm strike.
The audience below the stage was stunned and even forgot to cheer.
In the VIP section, Harry broke out in a cold sweat, gripping Parker's arm tightly: "Has that bastard Ishii gone mad? Doesn't he want to sell his machines?"
The chairman, however, stared intently at the ring, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism: "Shut up! Look at the ratings, they're skyrocketing! This is what the audience wants to see!"
"That's it! This is the ultimate form of fighting games! No rules, complete freedom! I'm going to create a fighting competition with no rules!"
On the ring, Qin Han could never have imagined that their fight would inspire Parker to create MMA.
At this moment, this Japanese soldier was putting considerable pressure on him.
The force was astonishing; with each collision, it felt like hitting a piece of granite.
It's clearly not the right thing to do to confront such an opponent head-on.
Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind of that morning a few days ago in the backyard of the villa.
"It's too late to react once you see it! You have to make your body move instinctively!" Master's words rang in my ears.
"Die, you Chinese!" At this moment, Hiroki Ishii grinned maliciously, his long-awaited right fist about to strike again.
Time seemed to slow down. Qin Han "saw" Ishii's slightly drooping left shoulder and his ankle rotating to generate power from his waist before he threw the punch.
It's now!
Instead of retreating, he charged forward, meeting Ishii's heavy punch head-on!
His left hand shot out in an instant, arriving before his fist could even be thrown!
Standard Index!
He curled his middle finger and precisely tapped the nerve on the inside of Hiroki Ishii's upper arm.
The karate master's arm, which had been gathering strength for a long time, suddenly went numb and went limp.
Without giving him a chance to breathe, Qin Han turned and kicked out with a low side kick!
It hit Ishii's ankle before he could pull back his strength.
"Crack!" His ankle snapped open, clearly dislocated.
"Ah!!" Hiroki Ishii screamed and fell uncontrollably to the right.
While you are sick, I will kill you!
Without pausing, Qin Han pushed off the ground with his right foot, leaped into the air, and unleashed a series of kicks with both legs.
The first kick cleared the arm that was trying to block.
The second kick landed squarely on his chest, sending him flying backward.
The third kick, the instep of his foot, lashed out like a whip, striking his opponent's temple hard.
"Bang!" Hiroki Ishii flew two or three meters away and crashed heavily onto the floor of the ring, where he lay motionless.
As the sun disappeared below the horizon, the yellow battle suit shone brightly under the spotlight.
Qin Han retracted his right leg and made a classic nose-wiping gesture towards the fallen Hiroki Ishii.
"Whoosh—!!!"
The deafening cheers almost lifted the Santa Monica night sky!
"Chinese Kung Fu! Chinese Kung Fu!"
"My God! What kind of leg technique is that? It's so cool!"
The host rushed onto the stage and counted for a few seconds, but gave up when he reached three – Hiroki Ishii had completely lost consciousness.
He raised Qin and Han's right hand high: "The victors—Qin—Han!!"
Enjoying the glory that belongs to the victor, Qin Han finally revealed a relieved smile.
However, the real show has only just begun.
The host exclaimed excitedly, "Incredible! Mr. Qin Han's perfect performance has proven to the world what Chinese Kung Fu truly is!"
"Just as we promised in our advertising, tonight's revelry doesn't end here!"
"Mr. Qin Han is a disciple of the King of Kung Fu. So, would you like to meet the real King?"
"Please welcome—Bruce Lee!!!"
Suddenly, the curtain behind the ring parted, and Bruce Lee, dressed in a Tang suit, walked out with steady steps.
The cheers on the beach grew even louder!
Bruce Lee approached Chin Han, patted his apprentice on the shoulder, and couldn't contain his smile.
Taking the microphone from the host, he looked around the audience and said, "I think everyone enjoyed the match just now."
"But I want to say that kung fu is not just about defeating your opponent."
"We practice martial arts in order to find inner peace in this chaotic world."
"When you find this peace, you will be invincible, both in the ring and in life!"
At this point, he smiled slightly: "Of course, if you want to learn more about the true meaning of kung fu, you are welcome to go to the cinema and watch 'The Big Boss,' which is currently showing."
A burst of good-natured laughter and applause erupted from the audience: Who could refuse such a recommendation?
"Hey, you guys over there, you'll definitely regret leaving now!"
Bruce Lee saw that several spectators in the stands had gotten up and were about to leave, so he deliberately waved to them, which drew another round of laughter.
He pointed to the huge projection screen behind the arena: "Has no one noticed that this screen has been here for days without doing anything?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the spotlights on the beach went out instantly.
The surroundings plunged into darkness, and the audience became restless, not understanding what was happening.
Suddenly, a beam of light shone on the projection screen.
The image is a bit shaky; after all, satellite signals in this era are far less stable than in the 21st century.
However, this was enough to whet everyone's appetite.
A huge stage appeared in the center of the screen, and the audience was already packed.
"Where is this?"
"It looks like the South Central Arena in Memphis. I've watched games there before..." A murmur arose from the stands.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Suddenly, a timpani sounded, followed by a loud trumpet.
The melody is so familiar—it's Richard Strauss's symphonic poem, "Thus Spoke Zarathustra"!
This is the opening theme song that belongs exclusively to that man!
"My God... no way..." someone started screaming, covering their mouth.
At the scene in Memphis, as the countdown reached zero, countless spotlights flashed simultaneously, like a starry night sky!
A figure dressed in a white, diamond-studded jumpsuit appeared in the center of the stage, like a god descending to earth.
The guitar suddenly burst into play, its exhilarating rhythm igniting Santa Monica, Los Angeles, and every television screen around the world watching the live broadcast!
"Oh, see, see see rider, girl see what you've done..."
"Oh, see, see see rider, girl see what you've done..."