When he heard Peter say this, he didn't say anything, but stood up quietly and walked directly to the outside of the classroom. He just walked outside the classroom. The soldiers found that there was no one waiting for him outside. Peter followed him out and found that there was no one, and he was slightly stunned.
Just as Peter was puzzled, his classmates were gathering towards the Taekwondo Hall of the school. Seeing this scene, Peter was stunned and said helplessly, "Brother Marlow is indeed itchy again. What's going to happen again this time."
As he said that, Peter walked directly towards the Taekwondo Hall. The soldier was curious about who Anmalo was, and he also walked towards that place.
Peter came outside the crowd and shouted, "Bastard, get out of here and let me go!"
In Guangcheng University, everyone knew that Peter was a combative person. In addition, he had a tough backstage, most people would not offend Peter easily, and they gave him a way. Peter ignored the soldiers behind him and walked directly into the Taekwondo Hall.
The students around him were talking, "Who is the guy who is as strong as an orangutan inside? He doesn't seem to be from our school. What's going on? Suddenly he had a conflict with the people from the Taekwondo Hall?"
"This guy is not from our school at all. It seems that I just saw him beat Peter, but Peter dared not fight back."
"Really? Then, the strong guy inside also has a tough backstage?" a classmate exclaimed.
Hearing these words, Da Jian was puzzled. If the person inside wanted to find face for Peter, why would he beat Peter? If it weren't for Peter's helper, why would he have to trouble him?
The soldiers squeezed through the crowd and saw a white-skinned young man who was two meters tall, his muscles were like a tank, and his whole body was not weaker than the big bull standing in the field. He was sneering at the students wearing Taekwondo costumes in the field.
The students seemed to have scars on their bodies and stared at the white-skinned young man in terror. Just then, a middle-aged man came over, and the middle-aged man was also wearing Taekwondo costumes. He opened his mouth and said, "Baga, who are you, why are you provoking..."
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that my uncle's hands are itchy, so I will smash the restaurant by the way." The white-skinned young man spoke, and his fluent Chinese sentence surprised everyone present, and some even felt that his Chinese was not as good as his.
"Baga! You're looking for trouble! You're looking for death!" The little Japanese, who looked like a coach, cursed angrily, rushed towards the white-skinned young man, and came to a place two meters away in front of the white-skinned young man. The middle-aged man jumped up and kicked him in the face.
When other Taekwondo students saw this scene, they couldn't help but applaud. The white-skinned young man's mouth was full of smiles and stared at the middle-aged man who was kicking him. When the kick was about to kick him in the face ten centimeters away, the white-skinned young man suddenly moved.
With a "bang", the white-skinned young man shouted, and a figure flew out and fell a few meters away.
Seeing this scene, everyone present opened their mouths and widened their eyes. They did not expect that this white-skinned young man was so strong that he knocked the Taekwondo coach away with one punch. The Taekwondo coach had already fallen to the ground and was unconscious!
Dabing also frowned slightly. This man is so powerful. Who is he? If he fights this man, if he doesn't use that mysterious power, how likely is he to win?
The white-skinned young man ignored the other people's shocked gazes. He said with disapproval on his face, "Just this little skill, I want to show my ugly face in front of me? I'm asking for death? He really blinded your dog's eyes."
After hearing the white-skinned young man's words, Dabing was completely stunned. His eyes were fixed on the back of the white-skinned young man, and a smile appeared on his face. This guy's temper was really similar to him, Dabing said to himself.
The Taekwondo coach was knocked to the ground. Soon, several other Taekwondo coaches sitting on the ground were not allowed to stay, and they stood up one after another. Several people quickly looked at each other and walked to the white-skinned young man at the same time.
Seeing the people in front of him planning to attack him at the same time, the white-skinned young man said with a playful look on his face, "These little Japanese are indeed as shameless as before, but it's good, so I won't beat you one by one. You...you...you...and you, you four, come up together."
The white-skinned young man pointed at the four Taekwondo coaches in front of him, his face full of playfulness. Seeing that the white-skinned young man had calmness on his face, the four Taekwondo coaches' faces became a bit ferocious.
Even in the Taekwondo Hall in Japan, they were admirable black belts. At this time, the four of them fought against one person, but were despised by the person in front of them, which seriously hit their so-called samurai spirit.
"Baga!" The four of them roared angrily at the same time. The soldiers watched the four people rush towards the white-skinned young man, their mouths raised slightly, showed a wicked smile, and said helplessly, "These four little Japanese think that if there are too many people, they can win, idiots."
Sure enough, the four so-called powerful Taekwondo coaches were beaten to the ground without even a single move in the hands of the white-skinned young man. The four of them were lying on the ground like the previous Taekwondo coach, like the dead dog.
The Taekwondo students were completely stunned and stunned. Unexpectedly, the Taekwondo black belt, which was very strong in their eyes, was vulnerable to the white-skinned young man in front of them. They even thought that they should continue to learn Taekwondo.
When all the students were shaken and confused about Taekwondo, the middle-aged man who had been sitting on the ground motionless and fifty-year-old finally stood up and said angrily, "Baga, you provoke Taekwondo, I will never forgive you!"
Those Taekwondo students were already confused. If he didn't take action, it would be a blow to the reputation of the Taekwondo Hall.
"My name is Ichiro Inoue. Now I will tell you that you won't be beaten for a while. I don't know who will teach you a lesson!" the middle-aged man in his fifty years old said coldly.
"Drink!" Inoue Ichiro shouted angrily, jumped up, rushed towards the white-skinned young man, and jumped and kicked the white-skinned young man.
"Bang!" A punch fell on Ichiro Inoue's face, Ichiro Inoue felt that his face was hit by a huge force.
The whole person was knocked away a few meters away, and like the previous Taekwondo coaches, he lay on the ground without moving.
"Oh..." The people in the venue were in an uproar. The most commotion was the students of the Taekwondo Hall. At this time, the spiritual pillar in their hearts was broken, and the nearly invincible owner of the museum was knocked out by a punch. How could they accept this?
A Taekwondo practitioner glanced at the owner of the hall who was unconscious on the ground, and then looked at the white-skinned young man standing in front of him. The practitioner gritted his teeth, walked to the white-skinned young man, fell to the ground, and said, "Please accept me as his disciple."
The white-skinned young man had a smile on his face and proudly said, "This is the American fighting skill, and it cannot be easily passed on to others..."
But before the white-skinned young man could finish those words proudly, a heroic laughter sounded, "What kind of Taekwondo in Little Japan can't beat him, it doesn't mean that Chinese Kung Fu can't beat him."