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"Not bad." The leading guy looked at the middle-aged man with a gloomy expression. He received two punches, especially the soles of his feet, which were still aching. He moved his ankles a few times and said, "Come again."
"You are no match for me. You can leave. I don't want your money anymore." The middle-aged man said, turned around and walked towards the clothes put aside.
"snort."
As a cold snort sounded, the guy stepped on the ground and jumped out again, even faster than before. He had gone all out to crush this guy no matter what.
call.
A heavy punch came flying out.
The harsh sound of strong wind sounded.
The middle-aged man did not look back, as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He tilted his head slightly, then twisted his waist, turned his body sharply, raised his right hand, and spread his fingers.
Snapped.
The guy's fist was clenched.
He Zhenzhong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw the middle-aged man's right wrist obviously tilted to the right, and then paused. Obviously, he had shown mercy, otherwise there would have been a click, and the guy's hand would not have been saved.
.
Whoosh.
At this moment, the guy straightened his back, twisted his body, and did two sideways somersaults. He lifted his right foot, straightened it, and swept it out.
Boom.
The middle-aged man received a heavy kick in the chest. His face changed slightly and he moved his feet, but his body became obviously sluggish. A sharp pain came from his chest, which affected his movements.
Whoosh.
boom.
The leading guy kicked him several times in succession, landing on the middle-aged man's vagina.
Boom.
Deng Deng Deng.
The middle-aged man took a few steps back.
Tick tock.
Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his face was extremely pale, and he was even breathing heavily.
"Humph, is this the so-called martial arts master? Not that good..." The guy crossed his arms in front of him, looking at the middle-aged man with a arrogant look, "Tell me, martial arts is not as good as our Taekwondo, so forgive me.
Pass you."
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly: "Are you still Chinese? Martial arts is the treasure of our nation, are you worthy of those ancestors?"
"Treasure?" The guy curled his lips, smiled disdainfully, and snorted: "I'm just seeking truth from facts. If martial arts is so powerful, then why are you practicing Taekwondo now? The Olympic competition is also Taekwondo, not martial arts?"
The middle-aged man clenched his fists and closed his mouth, with a trace of sadness and loneliness clearly flashing in his eyes.
Boom.
The guy came rushing in again.
"If you don't say anything, then I'll beat you until you kneel down and beg for mercy, huh."
call.
Boom.
The middle-aged man spread his legs outwards, squatted slightly, lowered his center of gravity, swept his right foot on the ground, slid lightly on one side of his body, dodged the guy's punch, then made a fist with his right hand and swung it out fiercely.
However, as soon as the fist came out and halfway through, a look of pain appeared on his face again, which affected the wound on his chest.
Whoosh.
boom.
The guy took advantage of this opportunity and easily avoided it, then turned his body sideways and landed a heavy kick on the middle-aged man's neck.
Boom.
The middle-aged man fell to the ground and lay there, as if his body was about to fall apart. He had received too many punches today, and was attacked by that guy in a sneak attack. Otherwise, he would never have been like this.
of.
Tick tock.
Blood kept dripping down.
He bit his lip tightly with his teeth, his body trembled, and he struggled little by little.
"Forget it, it's already pitiful enough."
"My skills are inferior to those of others, so what if I just say a word of begging for mercy?"
"Yes, so as not to suffer physical pain."
"It seems that it is right to send my son to learn Taekwondo. He is really good."
The crowd of onlookers began to murmur in low voices again.
"one."
He Zhenzhong murmured, staring straight at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man put his blood-stained hands on the ground and pushed his knees to the ground, trying hard to stand up, but the severe pain in his chest left him with no strength at all.
"Why bother?"
"yes."
"give up."
Someone started to sigh.
"two."
He Zhenzhong read softly.
"ah."
The middle-aged man suddenly roared, made a fist with his right hand, raised it sharply, and smashed it to the ground.
call.
Boom.
The huge fist hit the concrete floor with a thud, the skin was torn open and blood splattered, causing many people to feel bursts of physical pain just by looking at it.
call.
And with this elasticity and severe pain, the middle-aged man's body suddenly leaned back, and he stood up unsteadily, but he probably couldn't hold on for long with his shaky appearance.
There was blood in his mouth, his right hand was torn and bruised, and his expression was still indifferent.
" bring it on."
I don't know why, but looking at the middle-aged man who was about to fall down at any moment, some young people around him suddenly clenched their fists. The blood in their bodies seemed to be accelerating, and their faces also flashed a completely different look from before.
"The most important thing in martial arts training is spirit. You can be defeated, but you can never be knocked down. You have to stand until you die, and you will never live on your knees when you die standing." He Zhenzhong murmured softly. However, this spirit and
Integrity has long been worn away in this materialistic society.
"Still not giving up?" The leading guy sneered, "Then it's as you wish."
Deng Deng Deng.
His steps moved like lightning, and he rushed towards the middle-aged man again.
call.
A straight punch roared out.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and swung out his bloody right fist.
boom.
The fists collided together, blood splattered.
What? You can still block it? The guy was obviously stunned, his right hand was already torn to pieces.
"ah."
The middle-aged man roared wildly, twisted his waist, suddenly rose into the air, and swept his right foot.
call.
boom.
puff.
The guy was hit in the face, and with a thud, he was knocked to the ground.
Boom.
The middle-aged man landed, his feet suddenly bent, and he fell forward.
Boom, he clenched his fists with both hands and propped himself on the ground, never letting his knees fall.
"Morning, call me." the guy yelled.
Deng Deng Deng.
The Taekwondo practitioners who were watching the excitement all clenched their fists and rushed over.