Seeing He Zhenzhong turn around, Pu Zhengyun also let go of Zhou Xiaoyan's hand and said disdainfully: "Go to the gym. (Urban Romance) I will let you experience the Taekwondo of our great Korea."
"Brother Zhenzhong." Lin Xiaoxiao walked over and said with some worry: "That guy is also a Taekwondo master. His master is one of the ten Taekwondo black belt ninth-degree masters in the world so far."
He Zhenzhong nodded without any change in his expression, "Yeah, I understand."
Lin Xiaoxiao saw this and took He Zhenzhong's arm, "Brother Zhenzhong, I believe you."
"If I am defeated by a stick on our Chinese territory, then I will have to die to apologize." He Zhenzhong said with a smile that the honor of the motherland and the honor of the People's Liberation Army cannot be tarnished by anyone.
When they arrived at the gymnasium, some students who had heard the news had already rushed over, and the entire stand was already full of people. Park Zhengyun had changed into a Taekwondo uniform and was jumping around in the venue to warm up.
He Zhenzhong patted Lin Xiaoxiao's hand and went straight to the middle of the field.
"Come on, brother Zhenzhong, let that Korean stick guy see our Chinese martial arts."
"Come on, Uncle PLA."
There was a warm cheering sound at the scene.
He Zhenzhong smiled. In fact, most Chinese people are good, and only a handful of people ruin the reputation of the entire country.
"Humph, come on? I want to see if you can still scream when you lie at my feet later?" Pu Zhengyun sneered and looked at the audience around him. He was very confident in his own strength.
"Yeah." Pu Zhengyun shouted, and his body suddenly rushed forward.
So fast, too fast, this was the first feeling of the onlookers. It was just a split second. Before they could react, Pu Zhengyun had already rushed in front of He Zhenzhong. This is the real master.
In the audience, an instructor from Southeast University's martial arts club had a serious face. He had fought against Pu Zhengyun before and knew that this guy was very powerful and would not be easy to deal with. He was a little worried about whether he could handle this soldier.
A few steps in front of He Zhenzhong, Pu Zheng suddenly stopped and stomped his left foot hard on the ground. With this momentum, his body rose into the air, and his right foot stood straight up. Then,
Suddenly it hit He Zhenzhong's head straight down.
Between turns, the movements were indescribably smooth, and Park Zhengyun's powerful strength was undoubtedly revealed.
Whoops, a piercing scream sounded.
The audience in the stands were shocked. The speed and power of Park Zhengyun's kick instantly caused an explosion in the air. The power contained in it was evident. Many people had worried looks in their eyes. Can He Zhenzhong stop it?
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But He Zhenzhong didn't have any fear or worry at all. He just turned his body slightly to one side and avoided it, without even taking a step back.
I'm so naive, do you think I'm one of those rookies? Pu Zhengyun sneered in his heart, twisted his waist hard, and his right foot that was halfway down suddenly changed, from a chop to a sweeping sweep, straight towards He Zhenzhong's waist.
This guy's move changes have reached a state of perfection. There is no stagnation in the change of moves in the middle, which is hard to guard against. The martial arts instructor at Southeast University sighed. Many Chinese martial arts were lost during the war years. Otherwise, how could foreign countries like Taekwondo be allowed to do so?
Martial arts has taken the whole of China by storm.
Then, his eyes widened and he murmured, "Okay, so strong."
He Zhenzhong took off from the spot, and his right foot also swept out with the force of wind and thunder.
"Tan legs."
boom.
The two feet collided fiercely, and the faint collision of flesh and blood actually made a sound like the collision of steel.
Thump thump thump.
Pu Zhengyun landed, his face a little pale, and he took three steps back.
"Okay, what a move, Tan Kou. It's powerful, explosive, and the movements are in place. Good." The martial arts instructor from Southeast University had already stood up excitedly.
Stabilizing his body and looking at He Zhenzhong who was still standing on the same spot, Park Zhengyun felt a huge wave in his heart. He used momentum to kick, while He Zhenzhong stood still and exerted force. The difference in strength between the two was obvious. But
, it was in this situation that he was actually forced to take three steps back.
"Brother Zhenzhong, good job." Lin Xiaoxiao's face flushed with excitement, and she kept waving her little fists.
In the stands, He Chenguang, who came after hearing the news, was also full of excitement and kept saying to the classmates around him: "That's my eldest brother."
"Chen Guang, your eldest brother is so fierce."
"Chenguang, Chenguang, can you say something to your elder brother for me? I want to take a photo with him."
He Chenguang looked at He Zhenzhong standing proudly in the field, and his heart was shaken. He finally understood why his elder brother gave up college and the opportunity to become a world champion.
Pu Zhengyun looked at He Zhenzhong coldly and hummed: "This is just the beginning, just wait, the good show will start soon."
He Zhenzhong glanced at him and said lightly: "I have said before that the People's Liberation Army never bullies others. I will let you stand here with one hand. If you can force me to take a step back, you win."
Arrogant, arrogant.
However, all the viewers felt that He Zhenzhong should be like this. He is a true man of iron and blood, a PLA soldier who protects the country and despises all enemies.
Lin Xiaoxiao covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes full of admiration and shame.
She was ashamed/ashamed because she was wrong. She was really wrong. She was opposed to He Zhenzhong becoming a soldier before and felt that there was no future. It was not until today that she discovered that the People's Liberation Army is really the most handsome person.
"Brother Zhenzhong, if you stay well in the army, Xiaoxiao will definitely join the army and accompany you to defend our country and defeat these guys who look down on and insult China." Lin Xiaoxiao clenched her little fist and said,
He murmured softly in his mouth.
Pu Zhengyun's face immediately became distorted. With so many people watching, if he couldn't even beat He Zhenzhong who gave him one hand, then he might as well wipe his neck and hang himself.
"Yeah." Pu Zhengyun shouted again, holding back all his strength, making fists with both hands, staggering forward with his feet, and quickly attacked He Zhenzhong.
"Tan legs."
call.
Here comes this move again, hum, I'm not a fool. Pu Zheng snorted in his heart, twisted his waist, turned his body sideways, and avoided He Zhenzhong's tan leg. His right fist did not slow down, whizzing past like a cannonball.
.
Boom.
The hearts of the surrounding audience were tense and shocked.
Pu Zhengyun's face was also full of excitement and his eyes were proud. Seeing that this guy was still arrogant, huh, now you know how powerful he is.
"Excuse me, there is a famine in Korea. You haven't had enough to eat, and you only have so little strength?"
Hearing He Zhenzhong's voice, Pu Zhengyun was shocked and turned his head. Why could this guy not move even after receiving a heavy punch from him? He had obviously heard the sound of this guy's shoulder bone being fractured.
"OK."
"Uncle of the People's Liberation Army is mighty."
"How is it possible?" This was the voice of Park Zhengyun and the martial arts instructor at Southeast University.
"Nothing is impossible." He Zhenzhong raised his foot and landed on Park Zhengyun's stomach with a thud.
Boom.
Park Zhengyun flew out and fell heavily to the floor, gritting his teeth in pain.
"If you know that we have a PLA hero named Qiu Shaoyun and Huang Jiguang, then I believe you will not be so surprised." He Zhenzhong sneered.
"Soldiers, terrible soldiers, soldiers with true iron and steel will." The martial arts instructor at Southeast University was deeply shocked. These are the real soldiers of the People's Liberation Army of China, the iron guards of the country and the people. They were beaten hard.
The bones of their shoulders are broken, but they are still standing firm. It is they who have used their flesh and blood to form China's most powerful defense line.
But Pu Zhengyun's heart was completely confused, he didn't believe in evil anymore, and he couldn't even get this guy to move his feet.
He got up and rushed towards He Zhenzhong again. Happy reading every day