Seeing such a scene, Lu Feng wanted to retreat now. He had no suitable reason. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk forward. When he saw Ling Yun, the expression on his face was bright and dark, cloudy and clear. It was almost astonishing. The trash cans on the street look pretty good.
Ling Yun smiled when he saw Lu Feng on the field. He was completely defeated in the game. But now, that guy is just looking for abuse.
"Hello, classmate Ling Yun." Lu Feng bowed and saluted. To be honest, his calves were cramped right now. "Please be merciful."
"Hello. I will." Ling Yun nodded. It's easy to be merciful. Just focus on it.
After getting into a good posture, Ling Yun crossed his hands on his chest. There was no offensive posture at all.
Is he really going to show mercy? Lu Feng is also a member of the professional fencing team. He also has some research on melee combat. As the saying goes, the first strike is the strongest, and the last strike is the disaster. Thinking of this, he shouted loudly and kicked directly to the side. Ling Yun kicked him away. The force of this kick was extremely strong.
All Guan'er's strength was used.
Seeing Lu Feng take action, Ling Yun had already turned slightly sideways and turned around to meet him with a kick. This kick was as fast as lightning and he struck back.
Bang. A figure flew out and got into the crowd. Suddenly there were bursts of exclamations.
Ling Yun was still standing on the stage. He crossed his hands on his chest and looked at his feet. "Uh, I'm really sorry. I forgot to slow down just now."
Lu Feng was lying on the floor at the door, foaming at the mouth, and already unconscious.
One kick. Only one kick.
The Lu Feng fans outside the stadium were almost dumbfounded. Did that guy practice the Vajra Kick in the Shaolin Temple? Why is he so strong?
In fact, this was Ling Yun's mercy. If the force had been stronger, Lu Feng would not be foaming at the mouth. At least he would have broken a few ribs and lay in the hospital for a while.
Jin Qian stood up from the ground. His eyes were round. He had completely seen Ling Yun's kick just now. No matter in terms of speed, direction, angle, or strength, it was almost perfect. Even for a black man like him. Even with an expert, it's impossible to do it so calmly.
Master. It seems that I met a master today. Jin Qiang stood up slowly. The expression on his face was very solemn. He slowly came to Ling Yun. His eyes were like lightning. He said lightly: "You are very strong."
"I can't deny this. At least I'm better than you in some areas." As soon as he said this, all the boys outside the court burst into laughter.
This is obviously a mockery of his name. I'm a man once a night, all night long. You call me golden gun down. The difference in strength is too obvious.
Jin Qiang actually didn't understand the meaning of Ling Yun's words. It's no wonder. China's five thousand years of civilization is profound and profound. It's not something those stick guys can understand.
He bowed and saluted. Jin Qian looked polite. "I will attack with all my strength. Be careful."
"Oh. That's better." Ling Yun looked lazy and stretched.
The golden gun on the opposite side looked like it was facing a formidable enemy. It was in a posture.
Neither of them was in a hurry to attack. Instead, they looked at each other. Everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them. However, judging from the momentum on the field, Ling Yun had some advantages.
"Sister Ruolan, do you think that guy can beat that Korean stickman?" Long Xiaoqian looked at Ling Yun on the court and couldn't help but ask.
"No problem. But it seems that winning is not easy." Long Ruolan narrowed his eyes slightly. The man in front of him looked more and more mysterious. The famous God of Death is actually a student of Jiaotong University. It seems that this student is fake. He is really What is his identity? Even the Killer Alliance and Fengyunhui can't find his identity. It seems that this guy is really hiding something.
The two people on the field were still motionless. No one made a move. But the atmosphere before the storm made people feel very depressed and even a little breathless.
"Okay. I'll give you face. I'll take action first." Ling Yun muttered in a low voice and walked slowly towards the golden gun. His steps were steady and there was no messiness at all.
Seeing Ling Yun approaching, all the nerves in Jin Qiang's body became tense. He took a deep breath and quickly turned around. Taking advantage of Ling Yun's step, he kicked straight towards the door.
The angle of this kick is very tricky. If you lower your head to avoid it, the kick will become a powerful chop and hit your back.
Ling Yun knew it was powerful. He waved his arms to block it. At the same time, he turned sideways and slid. The moment his arms came into contact with his legs, his body shape turned his strength invisible.
Jin Qian was indeed a black belt expert. The moment he was parried by Ling Yun, his figure immediately turned around and he rose into the air. A split kick went straight to his neck.
This trick can be described as extremely sinister. As long as you are kicked on the neck, even if you don't die, you will have to lie in the hospital for at least ten and a half days.
However, this move is okay against ordinary people. For experts, it has a huge loophole, because at the moment of hanging upside down, his middle door is wide open, and it is in mid-air. There is no way to defend it.
Ling Yun saw the opportunity. He dodged with his cat body. He touched the ground with his feet. His figure instantly accelerated. He used a monkey trick to steal the peach. He actually grabbed his crotch. He stood up and held his thigh with his shoulders. The veins in his hands were swollen. It was hard. Throw him out.
Jin Qian fell heavily to the floor mat and rolled up to his feet. He was in an extremely embarrassed state, especially in his crotch area. It seemed that a lot of hair had been pulled out. He grinned in pain and could hardly stand. .
"What dirty tricks are you doing? It's not Taekwondo at all." Jin Qiang said in blunt Chinese. He was just trying to find a suitable reason for himself.
However, before he could finish his words, there were already bursts of boos and whistles outside the stadium.
"Come on Ling Yun. Come on Ling Yun." The little girls screamed in unison.
"Classmate Ling Yun, be more ruthless and kill that Korean stickman." Many boys were also filled with indignation.
"Please give me strength. Please blow his anus. Please crush his balls." Several bad students among them shouted.
In China, even if you are not beaten to death, you will be drowned in countless saliva.
Jin Qiang originally planned to rush forward to save face, but unfortunately his crotch was not strong enough and the pain was severe.
Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Ling Yun didn't want to miss this good opportunity. He took a running start, accelerated, and flew up with a kick. His body was like a cannonball.
That kick was so fierce that Jin Qian didn't dare to take it head-on, so he had to dodge in a hurry. However, he dodged Ling Yun's flying kick, but a pair of big hands grabbed him and convinced him.
Ling Yun used the force to hold his body back, but Jin Qiang was dragged down and staggered, making him unsteady. He didn't want to miss this good opportunity, so he used a sweeping kick.
There is no such move in Taekwondo. Usually, the golden spear is very popular with those Taekwondo masters. I have never seen such a classic move in China. I was swept away at the moment. I was lying on the ground with my feet in the air. I didn't react yet. A big She stepped hard on his chest and couldn't move.
