Quiescence!

Deathly silence!

Everyone looked at Zhao Dalong who was knocked to the ground blankly, and their heads didn't react for a while.

What's going on!

Plop –

As soon as Zhao Dalong's body landed, Qin Yang rushed over in a flash, and his hard fists rained down on the other party's face. Zhao Dalong was in pain, and his arms were protecting his face, waiting for an opportunity to resist.

And Qin Yang's fist shifted to his chest again.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The sound of flesh hitting one after another, everyone who listened was terrified.

"I admit defeat!

Zhao Dalong, who was beaten and had no power to fight back, finally couldn't hold on, and hurriedly endured the pain and shouted. He was afraid that if he continued to fight, he would really die.

Qin Yang stopped his fist and looked at Zhao Dalong with a smile on his face: "You admit defeat?"

"Yes, yes, I throw in the towel!"

Zhao Dalong didn't care about any image anymore, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

As soon as he moved, he felt as if his whole body was in pain, especially in his chest, as if his bones were broken. Then there was a sweetness in his mouth, and he couldn't help but spurt out a large mouthful of blood.

"Oh, you're too weak. I haven't fought much before you vomit blood, is taekwondo such rubbish?"

Qin Yang pretended to be surprised and said.

The corners of Zhao Dalong's mouth twitched, looking at the blood spit out on the ground, his face turned a little paler, and said with a wry smile: "In the lower eye, I didn't see that Your Excellency turned out to be a master, I lost this competition, I am convinced!"

After saying that, he struggled to get up from the ground and slowly walked back to the sidelines.

With each step, a trail of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

At this time, there was silence in the martial arts hall.

Almost everyone looked at Qin Yang who was standing with his hands in shock, his face full of incredulity.

"Wing Chun, a master of national arts. ”

Leng Ruoxi's beautiful eyes were bright, and he said softly: "I didn't expect that there was such a master hidden in our school, I actually looked away just now, could it be that he has reached the realm of returning to the basics?"

Tong Lele next to him completely showed the appearance of a nymphomaniac, with a small mouth slightly open, and his eyes were full of peach hearts: "It's so handsome! It's 10,000 times more handsome than any Korean Oba! No, I must be his girlfriend!"

Meng Yutong, who was in the crowd not far away, had a complicated face.

She looked at Qin Yang in the field in a daze, her teeth gently bit her lip, and her soft eyes were glowing with a bit of strange brilliance.

"Who else is not convinced, just come and challenge!"

Qin Yang said coldly.

Glancing at the members of the taekwondo club, everyone subconsciously lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at each other.

Qin Yang stopped his gaze on Jin Youyuan, and a mockery tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Stick, don't you want to get back to the field?"

Jin Youyuan's tone was slightly deep: "The victory and defeat have been divided, and there is no need to compare anymore." ”

Qin Yang said lightly: "I can let you have a game, so that you have a chance to challenge me, how about it?

Jin Youyuan's pupils shrank, he was silent for a few seconds, got up and walked to the middle of the field, facing Qin Yang.

"I don't know much about Wing Chun, I only know that this boxing technique was created by a woman named Yim Wing Chun, so it is also practiced by women. ”

Hearing the other party's insinuation sarcasm, Qin Yang was not angry, and said lightly: "Huaxia Guoshu is aimed at the whole people, and there is no distinction between men and women. Whether it's a woman's fist or a man's fist, killing should come first!"

"Reasonable. ”

Jin Youyuan nodded, his fists crossed his chest, and said lightly: "Since that's the case, let's start." I want to see how powerful a woman's punch really is. ”

After speaking, the figure flashed, and the whole person had already rushed over.

Taekwondo focuses on leg skills, and at the same time as Jin Youyuan rushed, one leg swept towards Qin Yang's ear. The fierce offensive was obviously much stronger than Zhao Dalong, and there was even a crisp sound in the air.

Syllable!

Qin Yang stopped with his arm, took a step back, felt the tingling sensation coming from his arm, and was secretly surprised: "What a strong leg strength!"

Over there, Jin Youyuan was also extremely surprised when he saw that Qin Yang actually caught his leg, but the speed under his feet was even more violent, and a series of kicks did not give Qin Yang any chance to counterattack, as violent as a storm.

"Be careful not to let him get a head start!"

After a few rounds, Leng Ruoxi on the sidelines saw that Qin Yang had been falling behind, and couldn't help but remind.

The corners of Qin Yang's lips hooked, the tip of his right foot drew a semicircle on the ground, his body rotated to Jin Youyuan's side at an incredible angle, and a fist was like a bullet, leaving an afterimage in the air, and hitting the opponent's armpit.

The fist is like a knife!

Jin Youyuan was suddenly shocked in his heart, and his entire vertebrae were suddenly pushed down, and the cold hairs on his body stood up!

Kick it out!

Syllable!

The sound of two people hitting each other.

Kim Woo-won felt as if his leg had knocked down on a steel plate, and he almost didn't scream in pain. Taking a few steps back, he lifted his trousers and found that his calf was swollen, and the blood was condensed together, and it was purple and black.

"Curious boxing!"

Kim Woo-won gasped.

And at this time, Qin Yang pounced again.

Jin Youyuan, who fell into the disadvantage, immediately fell into a situation of being passively beaten, and hurriedly put his two arms up, covering his face and chest, and blocked left and right.

"That's how it is with your taekwondo. ”

Qin Yang looked disdainful and suddenly spoke.

When Jin Youyuan was stunned, Qin Yang bent his knees, missed his body, and his left leg kicked the opponent's calf joint like a cannonball.

"Click!"

The sound of bone cracking followed!

Jin Youyuan screamed miserably, knelt directly in front of Qin Yang, hugged his calves and gasped for cold air, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead like rain beans.

In this battle, he lost!

There was silence in the field, and the pins could be heard.

Everyone who watched this scene had a chill down their spines, and their eyes looking at Qin Yang were more or less with a little fear.

Zhao Dalong saw that his senior brother had failed so miserably, his face twitched, and he hurriedly ran up to check the injury. When he saw that Jin Youyuan's calf was kicked off, he immediately took a breath of cold air.

"Is there anyone else to challenge?"

Qin Yang looked at the members of the taekwondo club.

Seeing the frightened looks on the members' faces, Qin Yang raised his voice and said:

"I am a big country in China, and I have a hundred years of national skills, how can I be compared with a small country! If you go to learn their martial arts, I have no objection or disgust. But you should not ridicule and insult the essence passed down from your ancestors! As a Chinese person, you should be the soul of Huaxia!"

No one spoke in the martial arts hall, and the members of those martial arts clubs blushed one by one, looking at Qin Yang's gaze with great reverence and envy, and felt their blood boiling!

And most of the people in the taekwondo club are bowing their heads and looking ashamed. Some even moved the idea of joining a martial arts club.

The most unacceptable thing at this moment is Qi Zhengcheng.

He originally thought that this plan would definitely defeat Leng Ruoxi, but he didn't expect to kill a Cheng Biting Jin halfway. And the Korean taekwondo master he invited with a lot of money was kicked and broke his leg, which made him explain to the other party's martial arts hall.

Looking at Qin Yang in the field, the anger of Qi Zhengcheng's underwear slowly condensed to the extreme, as if his whole body was placed between the stoves.

"I'm a muddy horse!"

Qi Zhengcheng, who was burned by anger, suddenly picked up a chair next to him and threw it towards Qin Yang.

Bang!

Before the chair could get close to Qin Yang, it fell apart.

Before Qi Zhengcheng could react, Qin Yang's figure suddenly swept over, and then there was a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and his body flew upside down.

"Trash!"

Looking at Qi Zhengcheng, who was curled up on the ground and spitting sour water, Qin Yang coldly spit out two words.