Chapter 215

Chris seems to have been used to this kind of attention ceremony. While clapping, she said to her companion, "Tom, you are a fighter yourself. Ask me? Are you testing me? Well, look at the iron ring on this man's arm! It shows that this man is a fighter!"

Tom asked, "iron fist? Never heard of it!"

Chris joked: "thanks to you, you are still a fighting fan. You took the gold belt in the Pennsylvania State fighting competition for nothing! Iron wire boxing is a popular boxing method in Guangdong, China. Do you know Hong Quan?"

Tom exclaimed, "Hong Quan? The boxing taught by teacher Zhao Zhiling? God, he practices Hong Quan? God, why didn't I fight with him?"

In the movie Kung Fu, the tailor's shop owner who practices iron fist is Zhao Zhiling, who was once as famous as Bruce Lee in the American martial arts industry. Zhao Zhiling teaches Hong Quan in the United States. Everyone in the American martial arts industry knows about it.

Chris knows that her companion is a super fighting fan. She loves all fighting skills in the world and likes to fight with people of all genres.

He didn't have his name when he came to China to attend the University exchange meeting, but as soon as he heard that he was coming to China, he clamored to come and see Chinese Kung Fu.

Tiannan University didn't know where to get the news, so it specially approved the actual combat performance of Li Yundong and Huang Yifei on the stage.

Chris shook her head and said, "iron thread boxing is the highest boxing of Hong boxing. It is called the three treasures of Hong boxing together with I-shaped subduing tiger boxing and Tiger Crane boxing. You are not necessarily an opponent."

Tom shrugged and looked disapproval: "that's not necessarily. However, Chris, you really deserve to be a China expert. It's amazing that you know so much! It's good to have a grandmother of Chinese descent!"

Chris was noncommittal and just looked at the stage: "Tom, you are an expert. Guess who will win?"

Tom didn't want to think about it, so he said, "you can practice iron fist!"

Chris's mouth tilted slightly. It was obvious that Tom's guess was the same as hers. She asked, "why?"

Tom said, "look at this iron fist player, his back deltoid muscles are high and bulging, and the muscles on his arm are like steel bars. God, these are tendons, and the explosive power is very terrible! Bruce Lee is full of these muscles! And he has iron rings on his arm. If he hits him, it will hurt to death!"

Tom secretly pointed to Li Yundong and continued, "look at the boy opposite him. Although he played well before, except the last one, all the others were fancy Kung Fu, which was not good-looking and easy to use. Moreover, there was no murderous spirit of fighting between the boy's eyebrows. Obviously, he had not experienced any actual combat. I think he must lose."

Chris secretly agreed with Tom's judgment, but said with a smile: "maybe the Chinese have arranged the outcome of this game, so let's not guess."

Tom muttered, "you're the one to guess. Don't guess again now. As the president of the student union, your privilege is really big!"