Chen Gangdong felt very unhappy and couldn't help shouting: "Brother Hua, don't mess with this kid, just destroy him!"
Destroy your uncle! Du Junhua cursed inwardly.
If he had that kind of strength, he would have defeated Tang Xuantian long ago, but the problem is, this kid is very evil, it is as if all his moves have been captured by him in advance.
Every time, he avoided it by a hair's breadth.
"Grass!"
Du Junhua couldn't help but cursed angrily. Dozens of consecutive attacks failed. The severe sense of powerlessness made him feel dizzy and wanted to vomit.
"Yo yo yo, the dog is about to jump over the wall when it gets anxious. Old Tang, please be careful."
"Be careful with this old yin dog, he may bite you if he gets anxious."
"But then again, Du Junhua, that side kick you did just now looks like a wild dog peeing to me?"
"Tsk, tsk, is this all Taekwondo?"
"Learning from Bangzi Country and pretending to be cool in a Chinese university is a disgrace!"
Qi Yunxiao shouted at the edge of the ring at the top of his lungs.
Mouth is fragrant.
Elegant and easy-going.
Mo Yan also chuckled: "Du Junhua, don't keep doing side kicks and spinning kicks. I guess your balls will be torn to pieces, right?"
"It's so pitiful that you lost your eggs at such a young age. You said that your old Du family will be cut off from any descendants. What will you do in the future?"
The two Zaun players work together in perfect harmony.
The entire audience in the arena was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.
"shut up!"
Du Junhua was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke. Hearing the harsh sarcasm coming from his ears, he felt a loud roar in his head.
Then.
"Pfft..." Du Junhua suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood and fell straight down.
This sudden scene was something no one expected.
Even Tang Ming was shocked and turned his head to look at Qi Yunxiao and Mo Fan strangely.
"You two are really good at it."
"He was so angry that he vomited blood."
Tang Ming gave a thumbs up and gestured towards the two of them.
"real or fake?"
Qi Yunxiao's face was full of confusion: "Isn't this person's psychological quality too poor?
Is this making you vomit blood?
I haven’t performed well yet.”
"Could he be pretending to be dead?"
"I said to Du Junhua, if you can't beat me, just admit defeat. The worst case scenario is that you will kneel down, apologize, and voluntarily drop out of school. It's not a big deal."
No one responded.
The whole place was dead silent! You could hear a needle drop! It was quiet for more than ten seconds before the medical staff from the martial arts club rushed to the ring and did a simple check - "Not good! Call an ambulance!"
"Hurry up and call 120!"
"The president is so angry that he has a cerebral hemorrhage!"
"There is also chaos in the body's Qi system, broken ribs and punctured alveoli!"
The medical staff's expressions changed dramatically and they shouted loudly.
At this time, Du Junhua stared at the ceiling with eyes like dead fish, twitching all over his body, and a large mouthful of blood came out of his mouth and nose every time he twitched.
The snow-white warrior robe was soon stained red with blood.
Shocking! Soon, an ambulance from Jinling University rushed over. A team of doctors rushed in with a stretcher, put Du Junhua on the stretcher, and left in a hurry.
...The urgent siren of the ambulance still lingered in the arena.
The atmosphere inside the venue was extremely weird.
Everyone looked at Tang Ming, then at Qi Yunxiao and Mo Fan, who had strange expressions on their faces.
Vice president of Tangtang Martial Arts Club.
The champion of national college youth martial arts events.
He actually vomited blood! "Ahem, Old Tang, was Du Junhua really vomited blood out of anger?"
Qi Yunxiao himself was a little confused.
"That's right."
Tang Ming smiled and nodded: "But he himself also played a big factor. Every time he attacked with all his strength, dozens of energy bursts were all in vain."
"This sense of powerlessness cannot be vented physically, it can only be accumulated in the body and borne by himself."
"He has good strength, strong physique, strong speed and strength, but his internal organs are not tempered, how can he withstand this counter-shock force?"
Tang Ming shrugged: "Then the two of you spoke loudly and made him furious. This was the last straw that broke the camel's back."
"Well, that's why I vomited blood. I guess I will become a cripple from now on."
The force of the shock burst Du Junhua's alveoli.
The impatience attacked his heart and caused him to suffer a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.
Even if it can be cured, Du Junhua will never be able to continue practicing martial arts in the future, and whether he can even stand up is still a question.
"Tsk, I thought the martial arts club was so awesome, is this it?
That's it?"
"A weakling!"
Qi Yunxiao curled his lips, then looked at the martial arts club provocatively, with disdain on his face.
Tang Ming also turned around and looked at Chen Gangdong: "I won the first game, so will you play in the second game?"
Chen Gangdong clenched his fists and cursed trash in his heart.
He arranged all this painstakingly just to make Du Junhua beat Tang Xuantian into a useless person.
Who knew that that loser would be so useless! "You've won two out of three games, and you've only won one."
Chen Gangdong raised his head, with a cold and murderous intent in his eyes.
"Then let's start the next game quickly."
Tang Ming shrugged and looked towards the martial arts club: "Who's going to play?"
The members of the martial arts club who were attracted by him all shrank their necks.
A layman watches the fun, an expert watches the door.
Although Du Junhua was so angry that he vomited blood, dozens of previous attacks could not hit Tang Xuantian even once, which already explained the problem.
This freshman in the humanities department is very strong! "The person from the second round is no longer here, he will be here soon."
Chen Gangdong said something, then turned to the corner, took out his phone and made a call.
ten minutes later.
At the entrance of the martial arts club, eight figures walked over.
These people are also wearing loose warrior robes, but they are not the clothes of the martial arts club, nor are they the clothes of Taekwondo.
Instead, it was the swordsman costume from Yingzhou.
Wearing a linen samurai robe, he has a middle-parted haircut and a slender katana slung across his waist.
Yingzhou warrior! "Mr. Chen, it seems you still need my help."
The leader of the Yingzhou warriors had a black beard on the tip of his nose and spoke a somewhat broken Mandarin, which was very strange.
"Fujiwara Gary, help me deal with this guy."
Chen Gangdong raised his hand and pointed at Tang Ming: "I don't care what method you use, you must help me deal with him in the ring!"
"Haha, no problem."
Gary Fujiwara smiled, narrowed his eyes and said, "Well, Mr. Chen, the conditions I mentioned before..." "I agree!"
"As long as you help me deal with this person, I will agree to your terms."
"We'll discuss our matters privately, don't talk about it here."
Chen Gangdong's eyelids twitched, and he quickly blocked the other party's subsequent words, as if he was afraid that the other party would speak unobtrusively and reveal his private conditions.
Once you say it.
Not to mention that he cannot survive at Jinling University, it is estimated that the entire Chen family will fall into public attack.
"Okay, I believe in Mr. Chen's character, and I also believe that the Chen family will be honest."
Fujiwara Gary nodded with a smile.
Then, he turned around and looked at Tang Ming, with an imperceptible sneer on his lips.