The scene was as quiet as death, and the only thing that could be heard was the echo of the slap. At this moment, everyone understood that what a bullshit Tathagata's magic palm was obviously a slap.
Just when everyone was about to condemn him, they found that Li Siwen's second palm had already greeted Xin Dongbin's face, and the third palm and the fourth palm followed one after another...
The sound of slap makes everyone calmer, and everyone's eyes eventually become extremely thorough from the initial ridicule to the doubts not long ago.
At this moment, everyone realized that it didn't matter whether Li Siwen could do anything. His purpose was not to defeat Xin Dongbin with his kung fu, but to humiliate the other party with a slap. This most common method is the most effective way to slap in the face.
On the surface, he is trying to beat Xin Dongbin, but isn’t it actually equivalent to him hitting Samsung? This is the best and most direct way to fight back against Li Jianxi and his son.
Sure enough, when Li Siwen's fifth slap fell on Xin Dongbin's face, Li Jianxi and his son's faces were as ugly as iron plates.
Especially Li Siwen still makes a few sarcastic words from time to time.
Bang!
"Where is your Taekwondo?"
Bang!
"Black belt nine sections?"
Bang!
"You're a man, too?"
When Li Zairong heard these words, her body began to tremble: "Dad, this performance should be our Samsungs dominate, but now..."
"I know." Li Jianxi frowned.
"We must not indulge this situation, and he has slapped Brother Dongbin for more than a dozen times. I think Brother Dongbin seems to be almost fainting." Li Zairong hurriedly reminded: "If Brother Dongbin falls, our face will be completely gone today."
Li Jianxi's face was gloomy. After thinking for a few seconds, he whispered to Li Zairong. After hearing this, the latter immediately said to Li Siwen: "Mr. Li, stop!"
Li Siwen raised his eyebrows lightly, and his raised hand did not fall. Looking at Xin Dongbin, who was whipped into a pig's head in front of him, he laughed and said, "Mr. Li, Xin Dongbin has not given up yet, so it's not good to let me stop, right?"
Li Siwen's perfect counterattack not only made Jae Rong grit his teeth, but Xin Dongbin was so angry that he was too angry. Give him a chance to give in?
"Mr. Li, I admit that you are very capable." Li Zairong paused slightly: "Busting against Brother Dongbin does not mean anything. After all, he has put his career first and Taekwondo has long been abandoned. If you can defeat my friend next, it will show your excellence."
After Li Zairong said that, he suddenly raised his hand and said, "Zhengguang, he will leave it to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man standing on the second floor jumped over the railing to the first floor, and his feet didn't even make much noise when he landed on the ground.
The man was only 1.7 meters tall, with long hair covering his eyes, only one eye was exposed outside, but even if there was only one, he could feel the sharpness. Li Siwen knew at a glance that this was a ruthless man, and the other party was always on guard on the second floor, obviously he was the personal bodyguard of Li Jianxi and his son.
A personal bodyguard for characters like Li Jianxi is definitely a top-notch expert.
As expected, Li Siwen had just figured out this relationship, and Park Jung-gwang had already rushed over without any drag. He attacked Li Siwen directly with a hand knife.
If Xin Dongbin's speed was twice as fast as before, then the short and concise Park Zhengguang's speed was ten times. Li Siwen didn't even see clearly, and the other party's palm had already arrived in front of him. He couldn't help but panic and quickly let Xin Dongbin go back and dodge. Even though he had used the fastest speed, he was still rubbed by the palm wind, and the scorching feeling seemed to have a hole.
"So fast!" Li Siwen took two steps back in a mess. He knew that he was not his opponent after just one meeting.
At the same time, Park Jung-gwang held the shaky Xin Dongbin and handed the other party directly to Lee Jae-rong. He looked at Lee Si-wen and said, "Boy, don't you want to watch Taekwondo? I'll give you my help."
After Park Jung-gwang finished speaking, his feet were as if they were installed with springs. He stepped forward in front of Li Siwen. His body jumped more than a meter high, and he kicked Li Siwen's neck with a whip.
Li Siwen was shocked and quickly raised his hand to block it. When his arm touched the other party, it felt like it was hitting a steel plate. His arm was almost broken by the shock. What made him even more desperate was that his blocking was not only unable to block Pu Zhengguang, but the other party also used the power of his arm to stay in the air and kicked him in the chest.
Bang!
A dull sound came out, and Li Siwen felt a stream of air flowing into his chest, almost exploding. While his body kept retreating, blood almost gushed out. He kept retreating for five or six steps before he completely stopped.
"pretty!"
Li Zairong roared with excitement.
Seeing this scene, the onlookers were scrambling to express their opinions.
"It's so amazing to kick in the air."
"This is the real Taekwondo!"
"How can Li Siwen be crazy this time?"
Amid the crowd's discussion, Park Jung-gwang slowed down his offensive and stood there and said lightly: "I have good physical fitness. I didn't fall down after taking a straight kick. But I advise you to surrender as soon as possible. If I hit the second straight kick again, your ribs will be broken."
"Thank you for your reminder, but if I don't give in to my dictionary, I will be even more unlikely to bow to a vassal people." Li Siwen said coldly.
He said this ruthlessly enough, and he directly called the other party by his vassal state, and this sentence obviously aroused Park Jung-gwang's anger.
"Since it's your own fault, don't blame me for being rude." Park Jung-kwang said and rushed towards Li Siwen again, but as soon as he stepped apart, he stopped because Li Fuzhen blocked Li Siwen.
"Uncle Zhengguang, stop fighting. This is just a performance, just stop!" Li Fuzhen said almost begging.
Park Jung-gwang frowned and looked at Li Jianxi. However, before Li Jianxi could speak, Li Jae-rong said, "Jing-gwang, you should know who you are listening to at this time, and your sister, how can you look to outsiders? In your eyes, are my father and I not as good as this kid?"
"No, you are very important." Lee Fuzhen clenched her fists and plucked up the courage to continue: "But I don't allow you to hurt him."
"Ha!" Li Zairong smiled contemptuously and walked towards Li Fuzhen and said, "Sister, do you think it's important whether you allow it?"
He said, holding Lee Boo-jung's arm, and then said to Park Jung-kwang: "Jung-kwang, have fun with Mr. Lee."
Lee Jae-young gave Park Jung-kwang a wink and planned to pull Lee Boo-jeong away, but he didn't even take a step away, and felt like the back of his hand was stabbed by a needle. He immediately let go of it. Looking at the back of his hand, there was a toothpick on it.
Li Zairong was a little stunned, but saw a woman in black walking out of the crowd, wiping the oil stains on her mouth as she walked: "The things in this Japanese country are really unpalatable, and there is no technology or ruthlessness."
The woman nodded: "I want to play, right? I'll play with him."