Chapter 542 – Brutal Martial Arts
It was a shock to have the “j.a.panese” Ito and “Korean” Lee Yong Gil as the exhibition match.
The level was far too low even for a warm-up session.
Mr. Ito, ignoring the fact you didn’t use any open-hand strikes, why do clench your thumb under your index and middle fingers when you make a fist.
Even elementary school students know it isn’t very effective and you can also hurt yourself.
And when he was fighting, he only knew one j.a.panese phrase which was “baka~ (idiot)”, “baka”. At least be a bit more professional and add a “shine (die)”.
Mr. Lee Yong Gil was even worse and kept screaming “seuminda” from beginning to end. At least “baka” was a curse word, you’re using a complete meaningless suffix as a word.
As for Lee Yong Gil’s martial arts skill, I think it would make Xu JinSheng and his son want to kill themselves. None of the world’s taekwondo enthusiasts would let him off the hook.
Not a single one of his kicks can reach above waist level and he almost tripped himself several times. He was even worse than a beginner street dancer.
In short, the “j.a.pan-Korea Battle” on stage was extremely fake.
Unbelievably, except for me and Peng TouSi, the audience was having a great time.
The salesman, Lao Mao, raised his right hand to cheer and the cuffs of his somewhat stained white shirt showed up from under his black suit.
“Hit him, kick him, kill him, jab his eyes!”
I guess the people who came to see these fights didn’t have as high expectations as me, they were satisfied to see a simple street brawl.
The problem was “Ito” and “Lee Yong Gil”‘s fight wasn’t even at the level of a street brawl. They didn’t even have as much fighting spirit as two roosters or two crickets fighting to the death.
The worst part was the host was still desperately commentating for the worst fight in the history of the world.
“Ito performed a bicycle kick, but unfortunately it didn’t hit as Lee Yong Gil had a lot of s.p.a.ce to dodge.”
You should have said “dodged by a hair’s breadth”, also isn’t a bicycle kick a soccer move?
“Ah, Lee Yong Gil realized his opponent had moved behind him, so he scored on himself.”
I don’t think that’s the right terminology. Did you realize wedding commentary wouldn’t work, so you switched to soccer commentary?
It is quite appropriate, since the match sucks as much as the Chinese soccer team.
Even Peng TouSi, who has good self-restraint, couldn’t help but spit out, “This is actually a comedy skit, right?”
The farce of the “j.a.pan-Korea Battle” lasted for ten minutes and finally ended with a pre-planned mutual strike to the chest.
“Wow, Lee Yong Gil actually kicked Ito in the chest the same time Ito punched Lee Yong Gil in the chest. It looks like both of them were seriously injured.”
They both covered their chests with painful expressions as they kept retreating backwards.
“Ah, they fell down. Both fighters were downed at the same time, so there’s no winner.”
Four people went on stage with stretchers and put on an act by carrying the fake foreigners who pretended to be dead off the stage.
“Good.” Lao Mao had no sympathy for what happened to the foreigners, and the rest of the audience probably had the same att.i.tude.
To be honest, the match, although boring in the eyes of experts, catered to the preferences of most viewers and used the “death” of the j.a.panese and Koreans to subtly rile up the atmosphere in the arena.
I felt a sense of déjà vu towards this nonsensical and uncouth style of performance. Have I seen other works of the planner?
After the ring was cleared, the host re-entered the stage and loudly announced.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the real fight is about to begin. Our staff will go to the audience and you can place your bets on either the blue or red side. Please welcome the two fighters from Thailand…”
Thailand, so Muay Thai? Although Muay Thai can damage your own body, it’s also one of the most deadly martial arts and also known as the art of eight limbs. I’ve learned a lot about it from TV or games, but haven’t actually personally witnessed it, so today might be my lucky day?
Please don’t let it be like the last fake match. Even if it’s an underground fight, at least show some real martial arts, please.
After the announcer finished, a dark and small figure jumped on stage. He was super pocket-sized and only half the height of the host.
My first reaction was: Huh, Guo JingMing also came to partic.i.p.ate?
On closer look, the red contestant was completely a child of around 10 years old.
But he had a very different temperament compared to the two fakes. His strong and built body glimmered under the lights. I didn’t have a physique like him when I was 10 years old or I wouldn’t have been chased around and beaten by Xiao Qin every day.
The boy with the shaved head pursed his lips and flared his nostrils as he looked down at the audience.
His opponent also appeared at this moment, he had the same crew cut along with the same serious expression. Other than the face he had blue gloves, the two were cast in the same mold.
The host moved away to clear the middle of the ring and continued to commentate.
“The red fighter, Khun Song Ataeba, and the blue fighter, Moncha Ataeba, are twin brothers from an orthodox Muay Thai family. They might only be 11, but they are already veterans who have fought hundreds of fights and have won notable successes in the Muay Thai community in Bangkok.”
“Whether you support the older brother Khun Song or the younger brother Moncha, please place your bets quickly as bets will not be accepted once the match begins.”
Looking at the two brothers on the stage, a very uncomfortable feeling rose in my heart.
Whether it was from their physique, appearance, or temperament, these two children were definitely Muay Thai fighters, but I was no longer happy about being able to watch a Muay Thai fight.
It’s not that I look down on Muay Thai fighters who are still minors (I’m a minor myself), but I couldn’t sympathize with this many adults watching two children fight for entertainment. At least protest a bit, but each of them looked around curiously and placed their bets. Do they think this is a c.o.c.kfight?
I heard my dad say that the Thai countryside was not economically developed. Some parents would train their children to fight and send them go to legal and illegal compet.i.tions to make money and support the family.
So it’s really unfortunate to be born a man in Thailand. If your family is poor, then basically the only two options are Muay Thai or become a ladyboy.
The two brothers probably also followed a certain master and came to China to make a fortune. They worked hard to train their bodies, but simply became a means of gambling for a bunch random people. The world is both an ironic and cruel place.
“I bet the older brother wins.” Lao Mao drunkenly took out a few bills and flung it to the staff member who received the bet.
“Then I’ll bet on the younger brother to win.” Peng TouSi bet the same amount of money.
I frowned at Peng TouSi.
“Peng… Peng Peng.” I just remembered we were supposed to use our fake names, “Didn’t we say we were’t going to bet? Also, I don’t think it’s interesting watching two brothers fight, let’s leave.”
“Young master Lin, since we’re here, we might as well stay a little longer.” Peng TouSi said calmly, “And once the fights begin, you’re not allowed to leave without special circ.u.mstances. Can’t you see the warehouse entrance has already been sealed up?”
I followed Peng TouSi’s gaze and he was right. There were two security guards guarding the door.
“Well, we can stay and watch, but why did you place a bet.”
“Because usually more people bet on the older brother to win, so don’t you feel bad for the younger brother?”
“I already feel bad that two brothers have to beat each other up for money in front of foreigners at 11 years old.”
“They already have it good compared to the others…” Peng TouSi’s eyes were filled with pity as if recalling some memories of his unpleasant past and his childhood spent in the slums.
When the gong rang, the fight between the two brothers, Khun Song and Moncha, began.
I witnessed Muay Thai for the first time.
They didn’t hold back their hits even though they were family. It was a combination of sharp knee strikes, elbow strikes, high kicks, and low sweeping kicks that left the spectators trembling. It was worthy being named a deadly martial art.
The two guys from earlier couldn’t even fight as well as a child.
It was both beautiful and brutal.
In Muay Thai fights, even for underage fighters, there would often be broken bones, concussions, and other serious injuries, definitely not for the faint of heart.
Watching Khun Song and Moncha concentrate on the fight noisy in front of the chaos of the crowd, punching and dripping with sweat, made me feel ashamed from the bottom of my heart.
While I was fretting over whether to eat at the cafeteria or the bistro for lunch, there were younger people, gambling their lives to survive. They were standing in a ring which doesn’t reward you with any honor or reputation while squaring blows with their own twin brother.
I blinked subconsciously when Khun Song landed a powerful high sweeping kick that almost hit the corner of Moncha’s forehead.
If it were me, even if I had no other choice, it would be hard for me to make an attack like that to my own brother.
“Don’t worry.” Peng TouSi advised, “The two brothers are well-coordinated and they are familiar with each other. They are completely able to make it look like an intense fight while only getting away with superficial injuries.”
“Superficial injuries?” Lao Mao, who was sitting next to us found it hard to believe. Just now when Khun Song kicked, his brother was so scared he tucked his neck into his collar, “I think these two Thai kids are going at it for real. I would definitely croak if the two of them popped out of the alley in the middle of the night and gave me a beating.”
I looked back at the stage after listening to the expert Peng TouSi. I felt a bit apologetic and carefully observed the movements and characteristics of Muay Thai, I have to say, it’s way too ferocious. Even if I did learn anything, it would be how to kill the enemy in one blow.