Chapter 149 Does the light of fireflies dare to compete with the bright moon?
Chinese martial arts is also the originator of Asian martial arts. Now these students can learn martial arts and still be bullied by Taekwondo students. This is too miserable.
"Then go and have a look."
Anyway, I have plenty of time now, so it doesn’t hurt to go take a look.
Under the leadership of Xu Zixuan, the three people walked in the direction of the Guoshu Club.
Not long after the three of them left, Meng Yu ran over panting and asked a younger brother: "Where are they?"
"We're going in the direction of the Chinese Martial Arts Club." A younger brother said.
"Guoshu Club?"
Meng Yu was startled when he heard this, and then showed a sneer: "Let's go to the Chinese Martial Arts Club."
As soon as Ye Chen and the three of them walked into the door of the Guoshu Club, they heard a burst of ridicule from inside.
"Isn't there anyone in your martial arts club who can fight?"
A young man wearing a white Taekwondo uniform stood on the stage, looking disdainfully at the members of the martial arts club who fell on the ground, and said disdainfully: "It seems that your Chinese martial arts is nothing more than this? It is not as good as our Taekwondo in Korea."
It’s awesome.”
Hearing this, Xu Zixuan frowned slightly and snorted: "Who is this? What a loud tone."
"That's right, too arrogant."
Although she doesn't know martial arts, anyone who hears outsiders laughing at Chinese martial arts will get angry.
"This is a foreign aid invited by the Taekwondo Club. It is said that he is a black belt, and he is extremely arrogant."
A boy next to them said casually, looked back subconsciously, and immediately froze in place.
The students watching the ring competition all stared angrily at the arrogant young man on the stage.
"Jin Zhehao, don't be too arrogant."
"This is too much bullying. President Li, take action quickly and teach him a lesson so that he knows how powerful we are."
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, a boy with a strong build and a Chinese-character face stepped onto the ring.
"Are you the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Club?"
Jin Zhehao looked at Li Meng with disdain and said.
"Yes, I am Li Meng, the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Club." Li Meng said.
"A mere martial arts club dares to compete with my Taekwondo club. When I defeat you, I can let others know that my Taekwondo is the most powerful Kung Fu."
There was an arrogant smile on Jin Zhehao's face, and his expression was extremely arrogant.
Li Meng's face changed slightly. He was not a good-tempered person either. He snorted angrily: "You're not afraid of Feng Da's tongue flashing. Who doesn't know how to speak big words? I'm afraid you don't have the strength."
Jin Zhehao's face darkened, he snorted coldly, and made a starting gesture.
Li Meng also looked a little solemn and alert. This Korean has good strength, but he also needs to be careful. Things like capsizing in the ditch must not happen to him.
Otherwise, the reputation of his martial arts club will be ruined. He cannot afford this responsibility.
Jin Zhehao shouted and took the lead to take action, stepping and kicking Li Meng.
Li Meng retreated slightly to avoid the blow, then suddenly turned around and punched him, and the two of them started fighting back and forth.
"Ye Chen, who do you think will win?"
Xu Zixuan was so frightened that she touched Ye Chen beside her and asked in a low voice.
"As expected, President Li should win."
Ye Chen glanced casually and knew their strength.
The strength of the Korean stickman is even worse than that of Li Meng, but the Korean stickman is good at attacking, while Li Meng plays a bit conservatively, so the two of them can fight back and forth.
But it was obvious that the stick man was a little arrogant and wanted to end the fight as soon as possible, so he hit faster and faster, and the more he hit, the more fierce he became.
But he will make mistakes quickly, and because his basic skills are not as solid as Li Meng's, it is easy for his opponents to seize the opportunity.
At this moment, a cry of surprise came from the surrounding students. Li Meng caught Jin Zhehao's mistake and knocked him to the ground with one punch.
"My Chinese martial arts is not something that people like you can insult at will."
Li Meng sneered and said lightly.
"President Li won."
"As expected, he is the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Club, he is awesome."
The onlookers cheered, and Li Meng smiled slightly before turning around and leaving the stage.
Jin Zhehao's face was gloomy, and he stared at Li Meng fiercely, with a vicious look in his eyes. When Li Meng turned around, he stood up quickly and punched Li Meng in the back.
"Be careful." Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.
Li Meng was stunned for a moment, and turned around with some confusion. He instantly felt a strong wind. Jin Zhehao, who had fallen to the ground, appeared in front of him and punched him.
Li Meng's expression changed, but he could no longer react and was punched in the chest.
This punch made Li Meng's energy and blood rise, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
A sharp look flashed in Jin Zhehao's eyes, he jumped up suddenly and kicked Li Meng in the chest.
With a bang, Li Meng's body was kicked off the ring, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Isn't this what Chinese martial arts is all about?"
Jin Zhehao sneered and said disdainfully.
"Despicable and shameless, you attacked me secretly."
"Where did this insidious villain come from?"
There was a burst of curses from the crowd, especially the members of the Chinese Martial Arts Club. Everyone had red eyes and stared at Jin Zhehao.
"The skills are inferior to those of others. There is so much nonsense. Your national martial arts is just fancy fists and embroidered legs. Compared with our Taekwondo, it is far behind."
Jin Zhehao sneered: "If you are not convinced, just go on stage and I will accompany you at any time."
The crowd suddenly fell silent.
Is it okay to ask them to cheer for you, but go on stage to fight Jin Zhehao?
President Li was beaten by him, whoever dares to go up and get beaten.
"Despicable and shameless."
Li Meng's face turned pale, he coughed violently due to anger, and experienced severe pain in his chest.
Jin Zhehao's hand was very cruel and severely injured Li Meng. He probably wouldn't be able to recover at all if he didn't lie in bed to recuperate for a few days.
"President, don't move, take a good rest."
The member of the Chinese martial arts club who was supporting him said anxiously.
"No, if a Korean overthrows our Chinese martial arts club, how can I explain to my previous senior brothers and sisters? The reputation of our Chinese martial arts club over the years cannot be ruined by my hands."
Li Meng gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and stood up.
"President, you are so seriously injured, you are no match for him if we go up again."
A member of the Chinese Martial Arts Club said anxiously.
"President, how about I come up?"
One of the members gritted his teeth and said.
"No, your strength is too different from his. You are no match for him. Only I can compete."
Li Meng took a deep breath and said solemnly.
"It seems that the people in your martial arts club are all crooks. Why don't you all join our Taekwondo club? This martial arts is so weak, so you don't have to practice it."
Jin Zhehao's attitude was extremely arrogant, and he looked at the members of the Chinese Martial Arts Club with disdain.
Li Meng gritted his teeth and was about to force himself to walk up when Ye Chen couldn't stand it anymore and a faint voice came over.
"How dare the barbarian arts compare with our Chinese martial arts? How dare the light of a firefly compete with the bright moon?"