Chapter five hundred and seventy-eight bloody battle
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Chen Xiaodie, who was wearing a Tang suit, turned over and got onto the ring. She clenched her fists and looked at the Korean grandmaster opposite her without any fear.
He Zhenzhong was also helpless. Five against one, even these sticks didn't dare. What else could he say?
"Her name is Chen Xiaodie, a descendant of the Jingwu hero Chen Zhen. Decades ago, it was here that the Japanese samurai set up the Hongkou Dojo. They were arrogant and insulted our people. At this time of crisis, the Jingwu hero Huo Yuan
A, Chen Zhen stepped forward, used his blood and Chinese martial arts to smash the Sick Man of East Asia sign to pieces, and made the arrogant and arrogant Japanese warriors run away. As the war broke out, Jingwu Sect gradually disappeared.
History is long, and today, we once again see the descendants of Chen Zhen standing on the ring, and her opponents are still foreigners who come to challenge."
Hearing the introduction from the radio, the entire audience immediately became excited. The reputation of Jingwu Heroes is well known to the Chinese people. In that troubled era, it awakened the cold blood and numb hearts of many Chinese people who were oppressed.
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Naturally, several grand masters in South Korea have also stopped by the name of Jingwu Sect, and the sneers on their faces are even worse. Trampling these so-called heroic descendants to the ground will undoubtedly bring them greater satisfaction and achievements.
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On the stage, Chen Xiaodie took a deep breath, clenched her ten fingers and squeezed her fist.
Kaka.
The Taekwondo master opposite, with his hands around his chest, looked disdainfully. The Chinese woman in front of him did not give him the slightest sense of crisis, which meant that her strength was not very good.
Pedal.
Chen Xiaodie put her feet on the ground and quickly slid across the ground, approaching the guy.
call.
The guy turned his body slightly to one side, clenched his right fist, and then waved it.
Boom, boom, boom.
The two kept fighting.
call.
boom.
Deng Deng Deng.
After another punch, Chen Xiaodie was knocked back.
In the stands, all the Chinese people were silent, with worried looks on their faces. They had just fought and they were already at a disadvantage.
The Koreans immediately cheered.
Everything was as expected by He Zhenzhong. After all, Chen Xiaodie's feet had only recovered not long ago. Therefore, he had only thought of fighting against five before. In the end, the gang of sticks didn't learn anything, but they learned the patience of the little devil.
Good.
However, he didn't have much worry in his heart. Chinese martial arts often focused on spirit, and Jingwu Sect represented an unyielding and indomitable spirit.
"You are no match for me." The guy laughed. After a fight, he had figured out the details of Chen Xiaodie and there was nothing to be afraid of.
Chen Xiaodie rubbed her shoulders, "It's still early."
Boom.
Stomping her foot on the ground, she pounced forward again. The five fingers of her right hand came together, turned into a palm knife, and slashed straight down at the guy's neck.
"Is it useful?" the guy sneered.
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After ducking sideways, the guy stepped back, then bent his feet, flicked them, and raised his right foot fiercely.
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It was like a thick iron rod sweeping across.
He is worthy of being a master of Taekwondo, and his kick skills have reached the level of perfection.
Chen Xiaodie gritted her teeth, retracted her right hand, and blocked it in front of her.
boom.
Deng Deng Deng.
Boom, the guy landed on the ground, stepped on the ground with the front part of his toes, then bounced, made fists with both hands, and kept punching out.
Whoosh.
Boom, boom, boom.
After hastily resisting, Chen Xiaodie was beaten back steadily.
Pedal.
call.
boom.
Suddenly, another kick flew up.
Chen Xiaodie was kicked back and forth, and her body had lost its center of gravity.
The guy followed suit, reached out with his right hand like lightning, grabbed Chen Xiaodie's wrist with a snap, then raised his foot and whipped her leg off with a whip, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He glanced at He Zhenzhong, and then used his right hand to bend downwards hard.
Click, the terrifying sound of bone cracking sounded.
Everyone's hearts tightened at the same time, and they felt a chill.
Tick tock.
Blood dripped down, and Chen Xiaodie's wrist had been twisted. Even the pale bones with bloodshot eyes had pierced the flesh and blood, and were exposed in the air. Looking at it, it was extremely bloody and terrifying.
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boom.
Enduring the excruciating pain, Chen Xiaodie raised her foot again and forced the guy back. She covered her bloody right hand and kept retreating. Her pretty face became as pale as paper due to the severe pain, and her forehead was covered with a layer of blood.
Thin cold sweat.
The guy stood with his hands behind his back, stared at Chen Xiaodie, and said in broken Chinese: "Kneel down and admit defeat, otherwise, your limbs will be destroyed."
"Huh." Chen Xiaodie snorted, stared at the guy, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Even if I die, I will still stand. Even if I die, I will never kneel down or even beg for mercy. I
Members of the Jingwu Sect have never bowed their heads to any outsider."
The voice was still a little shaky, but it was so firm. The whole audience was suddenly in awe. Looking at Chen Xiaodie, who was fragile, injured, but still standing upright, everyone didn't know what they were feeling. This scene seemed to
It reminded them of many scenes from the previous Anti-Japanese War. Isn't that what happened when the revolutionary martyrs fought to the death in order to expel foreign humiliation?
"come on."
"Let these sticks show our unyielding strength."
"Knock him down."
All the Chinese people in the stands stood up, looked at Chen Xiaodie, clenched their fists, and roared loudly.
Die standing and never live on your knees. Isn't this the unyielding spirit of the Jingwu Sect and even the predecessors of the martial arts revolution of that era? It was precisely with this belief and spirit that China defeated the little devils and defeated them.
After defeating the American emperor, step by step he went from being weak and being exploited by others to becoming powerful and making the world fluctuate with every move he made.
What He Zhenzhong wants is to inspire this spirit, reawaken the hearts of the Chinese people who have become numb again, and let them see that in addition to red lights and green wine, when chasing fame and wealth, we should also have another spiritual support
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Chen Xiaodie took a deep breath, let go of her right hand, clenched her left fist, moved her steps, and rushed towards the guy again.
"Hmph." The guy's face looked a bit ferocious, "I would like to see how hard the bones of you Chinese people are."