The quick-witted Chou Ping intercepted the punch with his palm, and the force made him step back involuntarily.
The young white man, seeing Chou Ping easily blocking his fist, hesitated for a moment, then took two steps and circled around, leaving the middle-aged man who couldn't speak for a while to come to Chou Ping.
At this moment, Chou Ping had just stabilized, and before he could say anything, he saw a fist coming straight towards him.
"Damn!"
Chou Ping quickly raised his hand to block. This time, the white young man didn't hold back, and his left straight punch was blocked, followed by a right hook.
Unintentionally, Chou Ping took a punch to his shoulder, causing him to draw in a cold breath, but he didn't back down.
Hmm, quite resistant to a beating! The white young man, seeing Chou Ping still standing firm, seemed even more enthusiastic. His punching speed became faster and more fierce.
It seemed like he encountered someone who knew how to fight and was impulsive. Fortunately, others were all talkers and shouted loudly, but they remained spectators on the side, not joining the brawl. This allowed Chou Ping, full of resentment, to endure.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The white young man's fists poured down like a storm, and Chou Ping, using his good physical condition and exceptional strength, gradually turned the tide from a disadvantage to an evenly matched situation.
"Well done! Give him another punch on the left and knock him down!"
"Yes, yes! Keep going like this, hit harder, and you'll be able to knock him down!"
"Buddy, give it more effort, knock down this jerk, I want to stomp on his face with my shoe!"
...
People who enjoy watching a spectacle can be found anywhere. The onlookers were making a lot of noise, and the white young man on the field was feeling bitter. The opponent seemed like a machine wearing a simulated skin!
Although he seemed to have the upper hand, landing punches frequently, the Asian guy behaved as if nothing happened, still standing steadily.
On the contrary, his hands were now sore and the rapid punches consumed his energy to a critical point.
He wanted to stop, but the Asian guy's unpredictable counterattacks left him with no opportunity to stop. If they continued like this, he might end up embarrassing himself.
At this moment, Chou Ping also felt almost at his limit. Numb, the impulsive fellow in front of him seemed like a perpetual motion machine. After fighting for so long, he was still maintaining such powerful punches.
Now, Chou Ping could only rely on rapidly waving his hands, using the ancestral martial art of China, the legendary King Eight Fist, to barely defend and withstand the opponent's attacks.
But he felt he could hardly hold on; his hands and feet were getting weak, and continuing might lead to making a fool of himself.
All around were foreigners, and if he got knocked down, that would be a real embarrassment!
"Don't..."
The middle-aged man coughed for a long time, waved for a long time, and finally managed to squeeze out one word.
The white young man was about to stop, but this word from the middle-aged man was like a shot of adrenaline.
"Uncle, rest assured, I won't let him go!"
The young man's energy seemed to erupt again. His punching speed became faster and more intense. He naturally thought the middle-aged man meant not to let Chou Ping go.
At this moment, Chou Ping's mood was as uncomfortable as eating a pizza bitten by a fly. What the heck was going on?
"You idiot, can't you stop and clarify the situation before attacking?"
"Humph, stop dreaming, surrender, you coward! Surrender and be captured!"
Chou Ping could only respond with a word, "Shit!" Then, he continued to use all his strength to block and see who could endure to the end.
"Don't fight..."
The white young man shuddered at the words. Why would the victim ask him not to fight?
While he was distracted, Master Chou's King Eight Fist was not easy to retrieve. A punch hit his chest.
The young man gritted his teeth and gave a blow to Chou Ping's abdomen.
Bang!
Both of them retreated. The white young man fell to the ground after taking two steps back.
Chou Ping retreated five steps, bending over, grimacing in pain. That punch from the white young man was ruthless; he felt a sour liquid in his stomach, and his stomach acid was about to be forced out.
"Don't fight, I'm fine. This young man was saving me!"
The middle-aged man, anxious for a long time, finally straightened things out when the battle ended. At this moment, he was being helped up by a few good Samaritans, cursing and shouting that he wanted to have another 300 rounds with Chou Ping.
Damn it! He worked hard here, thinking he was standing up for the old man, but he ended up beating the old man's benefactor?
The middle-aged white man hurried to Chou Ping, supporting him and saying with gratitude, "Young man, thank you so much. When you slapped me just now, I felt like the bone stuck in my throat was slapped out!"
Chou Ping, on the other hand, supported him back, saying, "Uncle, don't be polite, I'm fine."
"Young man, you are like an angel sent by God to save me. Otherwise, how could you suddenly appear by my side and easily relieve my pain with a slap?" The middle-aged man seemed to be a person of faith, saying sincerely.
Chou Ping, an atheist, waved his hand, saying quite casually, "Hey, uncle, it's not as exaggerated as you think. I've encountered this kind of situation before; it's probably an obstructed airway."
"But because the most crucial method for dealing with this is to do it when the patient isn't paying attention, so I'm sorry, I didn't notify you in advance..."
At this moment, the white young man also walked over. He no longer had the ferocious look from the intense attack earlier, but a look of embarrassment and apology on his face.
"Buddy, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. Are you okay?"
Rolling his eyes, Chou Ping said without mercy, "Something's wrong; internal injuries. I almost got beaten to death by you!"
The white young man was also honest, quickly bowing and apologizing, "I'm sorry, I didn't understand the situation, too impulsive. I'm willing to compensate for the harm I caused you!"
Waving his hand, Chou Ping said somewhat disheartenedly, "Forget about compensation; it's not a big problem. I have something to do, so I'll leave first!"
Just now, Chou Ping checked the time; it was 1:30. That damn Jerry should be with Kailin by now.
If he doesn't go, Kailin might be fooled by that shameless guy.
After saying that, Chou Ping walked outside the hospital, leaving a crowd of onlookers.
The middle-aged white man, who was saved by Chou Ping, stared in the direction Chou Ping was leaving, muttering to himself, "There are many good people in China. This is the second time I've been helped by a Chinese person. I still remember the name of the Chinese person who helped me last time; he
said his name was Lei. I don't know the name of this young man."
"Hey, I just said not to be impulsive. Understand the truth of the matter before taking action. Even if you want to fight, you should call the police!"
"Nonsense, don't think I don't know; the one who said he wanted to beat him to death just now was you!"
Two onlookers were arguing and almost started a fight again...