Chapter 261 Ancient Muay Thai A Ting

At this time, two people were sitting in the slightly smaller box next to Li Qing.

One was a blue-eyed blond foreigner, and the other was a Thai with gray hair and wrinkles on his face.

"Mr. Smith's boxer is really good. He beat my Muay Thai boxer with three punches and two kicks."

Gu Wang smiled flatteringly.

Smith is an agent of an investment group on Wall Street in the United States. His purpose of coming to Thailand this time is the same as Li Qing's, to buy high-quality industries in Thailand at a low price.

So strictly speaking, the two are competitors.

Gu Wang is the boss of the Pattiya Gang, the second largest gang in Thailand.

This Smith has a close relationship with the top government officials. Gu Wang was also ordered by his backer to take Smith to visit some Thai scenery.

But I didn't expect Smith not to love women, but to like this kind of fist-to-flesh sport.

Gu Wang had to take him to watch the underground boxing match.

"You Thais are not good, and Muay Thai is not good either. Our boxers in the United States are still good."

Smith said proudly, patting his chest.

Gu Wang smiled flatteringly, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction, knowing that he had to be carefully served in the background, and he dared not offend him.

"You are right, the boxing of the United States deserves to be popular all over the world." Gu Wang raised his thumb and compared.

Smith patted Gu Wang on the shoulder and laughed again.

Downstairs, the boxer of the United States embraced the struggling wine girl and kept groping towards the girl's arms.

The Thais were standing all around, looking at him angrily, but no one dared to step forward to stop him.

Sayer, who was with Li Qing upstairs, was also depressed, mainly because he felt that he had lost face in front of Li Qing.

In his own place, the boxer of the United States was so arrogant, which made Li Qing and his brother laugh.

"Humph, go down and kill him." Sayer had a gloomy face and ordered his men behind him.

The men nodded in response.

At this time, a young man about 20 years old stood out from the crowd, walked out slowly, and threw away the bag on his body.

"Let her go."

The American boxer who was molesting the girl selling alcohol stopped laughing and turned to look.

He put down the girl selling alcohol with a grim smile, "Heh, here comes another one to die."

He looked at the young man and sniffed the remaining fragrance on his hand demonstratively, "Thai girl, hot enough!"

The Thai people around were extremely angry when they saw this scene, and they shouted, "Kill him! Kill him!"

Smith laughed upstairs, "This group of ants is so interesting. They think anyone can beat my boxer?"

The arrogance of the American people reached its peak here.

Smith felt very excited. In the United States, he was just an agent and did not have much power.

But when he came to Thailand, he felt that he was a superior person and a special citizen of Thailand.

Li Qing looked at the young man's appearance, and suddenly a name "Tony Jaa" popped up in his mind.

'Interesting, interesting! '

He sat up and began to watch the fight seriously.

The young man named Ating slowly walked to the side of the American boxer.

The two men confronted each other, slowly circling around, looking for loopholes in each other.

Finally, the American boxer lost his temper and punched Ating with a straight punch.

You should know that American boxing is simple and rough, with a combination of straight punches, hooks, jabs, swings, and one-two combos.

The important thing is the reaction speed. Good boxers have first-class reaction speed, especially the muscle memory that can be trained, and will subconsciously avoid damage.

Ating took a typical ancient Muay Thai start, standing one foot in front of the other, and the center of gravity of the body sank slightly.

"Oh? Ancient Muay Thai?" Li Qing muttered softly, touching his chin.

"Bang~" The straight heavy punch of the American boxer was blocked by Ating's forearm.

Then Ating punched out, his elbow followed his body, his body moved with his feet, he turned around and turned his hand, and his elbow hit the boxer's chest heavily.

This is not over yet. Before the boxer could react, Ating kicked the boxer's shoulder fiercely with a whip kick.

The boxer stumbled and fell to the ground, but he had obviously practiced anti-strike training and stood up swiftly.

The boxer glared at Ating fiercely and rubbed his chest. The elbow strike just now injured him.

He waved his right hand downward twice, relaxed his muscles, and hooked his fingers to indicate that he would come again.

It must be said that Westerners have a natural advantage in physique, and the muscle fiber strength is stronger than that of Thais.

An elbow strike and a whip kick did not hurt him much.

Li Qing upstairs also smiled when he saw it. Muay Thai is still a lot worse than Chinese martial arts. If Feng Yuxiu came, the boxer's collarbone would definitely be broken by the whip kick just now.

However, Saye saw that Ating had the upper hand, and his face showed joy, "It seems that we still have masters in Thailand."

The audience around was also very excited, and they cheered for Ating one by one.

The boxer walked towards Ating with a grin, and threw a series of punches, including straight punches, hooks, and back swings. Ating was exhausted for a while.

But Ating did not sit still and wait for death. He kicked the boxer's thigh with his leg.

If this kick hit an ordinary person's leg, it would definitely make the person unable to stand up.

But the thick muscles on the opponent's thigh blocked his attack, leaving Ating with an opening.

The boxer took advantage of the situation and picked up Ating's legs, threw him out, and his body hit the wall.

The huge pain made Ating arch his body, endure the pain, and turn over.

Li Qing shook his head when he saw this. This Ating was still too immature. In this case, Feng Yuxiu had taught him that it was not okay to kick the thigh, but to kick the joint.

If the kick just now had hit the boxer's leg, he would definitely be crippled.

"Be careful~" everyone around exclaimed.

The boxer had come to Ating's body, grabbed Ating with his big hand and raised him above his head, intending to throw him to death on the ground.

If he fell hard this time, his internal organs would bleed and he would definitely die.

Everyone in the audience was watching with fear, and some women even covered their mouths. They couldn't bear to watch such a cruel scene.

Ating turned his elbow and tightly grasped the boxer's neck. He used the force of falling to turn over and threw the boxer hard on the boxing ring.

The whole boxing ring was shaken by the weight of the two people.

Even the people in the audience felt a slight vibration, which shows how powerful the force was.

Then Ating turned over, and before the boxer could react, he grabbed his neck with his right hand, and stuck his left hand firmly on his right wrist, completing the guillotine lock.

Those who understand fighting know that if the size difference is not very large, being locked by the guillotine is equivalent to the end of the game.

The veins on the forehead of the American boxer were bulging, his face was full of blood, and his brain began to lack oxygen. He had no choice but to pat the boxing ring to admit defeat.

"Good!" Sayer in the box applauded and shouted.

Li Qing also clapped a few times. This move was so-so...

Smith in the next room slapped the French window, "Stand up, stand up for me, don't lose!"

Gu Wang didn't dare to say anything, so he had to watch Smith vent.

Sayer breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he won this time, otherwise he would lose face.

"Go and see who is making so much noise next door?" Sayer frowned and said impatiently.