These two words seem to have been created just for the situation at this moment.
In a sense, there is no intersection between Ye Fan and Park Yongzhe, and there is no irresolvable conflict.
After all, the previous duel was between Pei Wu and Kim Jonghyun.
However, standing on this stage, they represent not only themselves, but the country behind them.
It is no exaggeration to say that this is a contest between China and Goryeo.
When his disciple died, Pu Yongzhe was filled with grief and anger, his heart was cut like a knife, and he regarded all Chinese warriors as enemies.
Even if he didn't meet Ye Fan in the ring, after the first round of elimination, he was ready to assassinate members of the Chinese delegation to avenge Kim Jonghyun.
On the other side, when Ye Fan saw Jin Jongxuan bullying Pei Wu, he issued a kill order, ordering the Chinese elite to kill without mercy if they encountered a Korean warrior in the ring!
Ye Fan didn't expect that he would be so lucky as he met the enemy's leader as soon as he came up.
In the audience, upon noticing the duel, the remaining eight Korean players began to cheer for Park Yongzhe:
"Master Shisheng, your martial arts skills are unparalleled. Let that Chinese boy see the power of Taekwondo!"
"Senior Brother Jin died at the hands of those Chinese women. We must pay with blood and kill all those Chinese!"
"Master Shisheng is a ninth-degree black belt and the best in Taekwondo in the world. He can kill that Chinese kid just like crushing an ant with just a few moves of his fingers!"
"I can't wait to see him being beaten until his brains explode!"
Not far away, among the Chinese delegation, it was a completely different scene.
Xie Jinyuan and others looked relaxed and did not seem to worry about Ye Fan's safety at all.
If any of them faced a Taekwondo master like Park Yong-cheol, they would probably have no chance of winning and would have to abstain.
The person who happened to appear was Ye Fan.
Through these two days of getting along, Ye Fan left a very deep impression on them.
What's more, if you become a major general of the Eastern Divine Sword at a young age, how can you be considered weak?
Suddenly, Qin Zhengyang said: "How about... let's make a bet and bet on how many moves General Ye can use to defeat Park Yongzhe!"
"Hehe...that's a good idea!" Tang Long agreed.
After hearing this, Xie Jinyuan thought for a moment and said: "Although General Ye is strong, Park Yongzhe is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If he can aspire to the top of Goryeo martial arts, he must have some trump card! If General Ye wants to win, it is estimated that it will take about a hundred moves.
Bar!"
"I guess eighty moves!"
"Seventy moves!"
"Fifty moves!"
Several other Chinese elites also reported a number.
…
"Ten moves!"
Qin Zhengyang's words were astonishing. Although his voice was silent, it was as solid as a rock.
"What? Zhengyang, are you sure you're right?" Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but exclaimed.
"certainly!"
Qin Zhengyang nodded heavily.
When they first met, he was very high-spirited and had doubts about Ye Fan, and the two even had some discussions.
However, Qin Zhengyang used all the unique moves in Yin Yang Bagua Fist, but was unable to shake Ye Fan at all. Ye Fan did not even move his heels an inch. His understatement seemed to still have some strength left.
Because of this, he was so optimistic about Ye Fan.
"That's right! Tang Long, you haven't guessed yet!" someone next to him said.
When Tang Long heard this, he slowly raised his right index finger and said something shocking:
"one move!"
As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunder that shook the ground and exploded in the venue.
Xie Jinyuan and other Chinese elites were all confused. They thought they were hearing hallucinations and couldn't believe their ears.
Qin Zhengyang originally thought that the "ten moves" he said were exaggerated enough, but he didn't expect that Tang Long would be so unastonishing that he would die without stopping.
one move?
Are you kidding me?
After all, Park Yong-cheol is also the number one Taekwondo player in the world. He defeated him in one move. Do you think he is a piece of paper?
Seeing the shocked looks of his companions around him, Tang Long did not explain, but said mysteriously: "Believe me, you will soon see how powerful General Ye is!"
Last night, Tang Long saw with his own eyes that Ye Fan was so powerful that Yuan Yinglang of the Japanese country could not even pull out his sword.
After the great swordsman Kurosaki Yuuo arrived, he was so frightened that he immediately fell down, as if a mouse had seen a cat.
In order to appease Ye Fan's anger, Kurosaki Yufu even voluntarily withdrew from this martial arts conference and led the Japanese delegation to kneel down and imitate dog barking in front of martial artists from all over the world.
Although Tang Long didn't know how powerful Ye Fan was, the above points alone were enough to prove Ye Fan's power!
In his heart, he already has a blind worship of Ye Fan. What does a mere old Goryeo man mean?
…
At the same time, on stage No. 8.
Pu Yongzhe's eyes were like lightning, he looked up and down at Ye Fan, and sneered with disdain: "Humph! There is no one left in China, and they sent a little kid with no hair to fight!"
"If you have ambitions, it's not about your age. If you don't have ambitions, you will live a hundred years! Some people can be crowned kings and prime ministers at a young age, and some people have lived a lifetime and still done nothing!" Ye Fan said proudly.
"What a sharp-tongued boy, but just talking is useless! Compared with Korean Taekwondo, your Chinese Kung Fu is just rubbish and vulnerable!" Park Yongzhe mocked unscrupulously, not letting Ye Fan go at all.
in the eyes.
He had already received news that the Huaxia Hidden Sect, one of the six major martial arts holy places, had not sent anyone out. The Huaxia delegation was all military warriors and their strength was relatively weak.
Ye Fan is so young and looks like he's 20 years old. He has been practicing martial arts several times as long as Ye Fan's age. If he can't beat him, he might as well hit him to death with a piece of tofu!
"a ha ha ha……"
Suddenly, Ye Fan seemed to have heard some big joke and burst into unbridled laughter.
"You bastard, why are you laughing?"
Park Yongzhe yelled angrily, as if he was being greatly slighted.
"You just said that Chinese martial arts is rubbish, but your apprentice, an eighth-degree black belt master in Taekwondo, was defeated by a Chinese woman! Then your Korean Taekwondo is not even as good as rubbish?" Ye Fan joked.
Ye Fan's words were like an invisible dagger, poking into Park Yongzhe's sore spot.
Thinking of the scene of his disciple's tragic death, Pu Yongzhe's eyes were spitting fire, his facial features were distorted, and he was extremely ferocious. He glared at Ye Fan fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "You brat, if you have the guts, don't give up!"
"Haha... I won't give up against a guy like you!" Ye Fan said proudly.
"The best, I will use the most cruel method to kill you and let the world know that you Chinese are the sick men of East Asia!" Pu Yongzhe gritted his teeth.
Hearing the extremely insulting term "sick man of East Asia", Ye Fan's eyes half-squinted with an icy coldness.
You can still live if you do evil by God, but you can't live if you do evil on your own.
When Park Yongzhe said this word, his ending was already doomed.
At this moment, a high-pitched voice sounded:
"The eleventh group of knockout rounds begins!"
…
When he heard the word "open", Park Yongzhe was already ready to go, his whole body tensed up, his momentum reached its peak, and he was ready to use a thunder blow to kill Ye Fan.
However, when the word "beginning" fell, something incredible happened -
The momentum that Park Yongzhe had accumulated collapsed instantly like a deflated rubber ball.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
For more than half a minute, Park Yongzhe stood still, like a wooden man, motionless, without any intention of launching an offensive.
Seeing such a strange scene, the members of the Korean delegation in the audience were completely confused and had no idea what was happening.
"Shisheng, what are you doing standing there in a daze? Quickly kill that Chinese boy!"
"Yeah...he actually dared to say that Korean Taekwondo is worse than garbage. His crime is unpardonable and must be repaid with blood!"
"Eh? Is this a new move developed by Master Shisheng?"
Hearing this clamor, Ye Fan's face was as dark as water, and his heart was calm. He turned around and prepared to walk off the ring.
A staff member immediately raised a loudspeaker and shouted at him: "Contestant on stage 8, the game is not over yet. If you leave the stage without permission, you will be considered defeated!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlined a joking smile, and asked:
"Who said the game is not over?"
The next moment, as if to confirm his words, the body of Park Yongzhe behind him fell to the ground with a "plop".