The guy took a deep breath and looked at the indifferent He Zhenzhong, his eyes sparkling with light. Just in time, if they could deal with this leader and extremely arrogant guy, then they would definitely win.
Wow.
The sound of rags breaking was heard.
Everyone stared at He Zhenzhong with their eyes wide open, with a look of disbelief on their faces. The guy cut off a piece of his sleeve. What did he want to do?
"Are you still fighting?"
He Zhenzhong raised his head and said, "Fight, why not fight? However, we Chinese people have always kept our word. Since we said I would give you a hand, I will give you a hand, lest you say that we, the great Chinese, bully you."
As he spoke, He Zhenzhong put his right hand behind his back, held the cloth strip with his left hand, tied his right hand to his body tightly, wrapped it several times, and then tied it into a knot.
"Do you really want a hand?"
"These Chinese people are really too arrogant."
"Hit him until he has teeth all over the floor."
The Korean stickmen in the stands were all aggrieved, with hideous faces, and kept yelling. They felt that their self-esteem was deeply hurt. That guy actually gave up a hand against their grand master.
Looking at Lin Yi who tied his right hand, the guy's face was also covered with livid purple. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and snorted coldly: "Give me one hand. If you lose, I will win without force."
, please untie it."
"Lost?" He Zhenzhong smiled, "Are you Koreans so naive and arrogant?"
That guy’s teeth are almost broken, and this guy is really arrogant to the end. Well, since this guy is determined to seek abuse, then he will help him, and see how beaten this guy is by then.
How dare you be so arrogant?
call.
He took a deep breath, constantly adjusting his breathing and state, allowing himself to slowly calm down. And his eyes scanned He Zhenzhong, looking for an attack point.
"ah."
The guy suddenly shouted loudly, his feet hit the ground, and his body suddenly jumped forward.
quick.
too fast.
Both the Chinese and Koreans were stunned. In just a split second, before they could react, the guy had already rushed in front of He Zhenzhong.
No wonder he dares to call himself a master, but he really has a lot of skills.
The remaining three grandmasters stared at He Zhenzhong on the ring with sneers on their faces. This was the result of irritating them. Because of their anger, their companions' strength had already reached the peak, or even surpassed it.
Boom.
Coming in front of He Zhenzhong, the guy's feet suddenly stopped, and then his body turned slightly to one side. During the turn, his movements were indescribably smooth. He made good use of the power of inertia. He tapped the ground with his left foot.
, with the momentum, his right foot was raised high and suddenly struck down.
call.
A harsh scream sounded, the air was torn apart instantly, and a sonic boom suddenly sounded.
Everyone on the stage looked terrified. If they had been on the stage, they would have been seriously injured by a kick.
Those Korean stickmen became excited again and kept cheering, as if the victory or defeat had been decided.
He Zhenzhong's expression did not change at all, but his body turned slightly to one side and he did not even move his feet.
Do you think my title of Grandmaster is in vain? Arrogant Chinese people, cry for me. The guy kept sneering in his heart, and his right foot that was halfway down suddenly changed, from a vertical chop to a sweeping sweep, heading straight towards He Zhenzhong
struck at the waist.
"Innocent." He Zhenzhong hummed, his feet flexed slightly, and then he exploded with great force, his body instantly rose into the air, and then he raised his right foot, tightening it, like a thick iron rod, and swept out.
call.
So fast.
So strong.
The faces of the three Taekwondo masters in the audience changed sharply. They stood up from their seats with a swipe and stared directly at He Zhenzhong. Their bursts of power were so random. This young man's strength was terrifying.
Now, they finally started to take He Zhenzhong seriously.
It's just that it's a little too late.
call.
boom.
The two feet collided hard.
Faintly, the collision of flesh and blood actually made a sound like the collision of steel.
The guy's eyes suddenly widened. Taekwondo is good at leg skills. This time, he felt as if he had kicked an iron bar, and he felt a sharp pain.
Boom.
The moment his right foot landed, without any hesitation, He Zhenzhong leaned slightly, raised his left foot, slid through an elegant arc, and kicked it suddenly.
call.
So fast? The guy's face changed suddenly, and with a bang, severe pain came from his chest. Then his body became unstable and he took several steps back.
"good."
"Kill him."
Amidst the roars, the Korean stickmen in the stands looked at He Zhenzhong, who was slowly retracting his feet, feeling as if he had eaten a fly. Their faces turned blue from holding back, and their eyes were spitting fire.
That Chinese guy got the upper hand, damn it.
call.
The guy was panting heavily and raised his hand to rub his sore chest. His face was ferocious. In such a public place, just by meeting him, he was actually injured by a Chinese who tied his right hand. Damn it.
.
"ah."
He roared again, stamped his foot violently, and sprang forward again.
call.
He twisted his waist, turned his body violently to the side, and dodged He Zhenzhong's kick. Then his feet quickly slid across the ground, and his body went around He Zhenzhong's side. Then he clenched his right hand and waved.
call.
His fist whizzed past like a discharged cannonball.
boom.
A huge fist fell on He Zhenzhong's shoulder.
Hit, hit, the guy felt ecstatic in his heart. In the previous confrontation, He Zhenzhong's foot strength made him panic. Now, he has finally regained some confidence. Humph, let's see if this guy dares to continue to be arrogant.
"good."
"Well played."
The stickman who was watching the battle roared, but the sound got weaker and weaker, and then everyone involuntarily widened their eyes.
The guy immediately sensed that something was wrong. He hit a solid blow with a heavy punch. Why didn't the guy move? Was he hallucinating?
He Zhenzhong's shoulders twisted violently and his body moved.
Deng Deng.
What?
All the Koreans in the field were stunned, as if they were petrified. This was a master, not a child. Is that guy’s body made of steel plates? Is it so hard? Not only was there no injury at all, but with just one bullet, he was
Knocked away a grandmaster.
Cheers rang out, and the Chinese people watching the battle shouted excitedly, this was a complete crushing, what kind of bullshit is that stick?
Kaka.
That guy's fist was almost crushed. Damn it, he was completely defeated. However, he had to win, whether it was for himself or for the face of South Korea, he had to win...