Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Five Soldiers Without Fighting!
The scale of this Taekwondo gym is very large.
In the center of Huahai, where land is at a premium, it occupies thousands of square meters.
As soon as you walk into it, you will see a very professional venue with professional suspended floors to ensure that the shock absorption will not harm the practitioners.
There are some foot targets, sandbags, wooden stakes, fitness equipment, etc. placed around, as well as some decorations that highlight the ancient charm of oriental culture, which looks antique.
Although it was almost eight o'clock in the evening, the Taekwondo gym was still very lively, with hundreds of people practicing under the leadership of the coach.
The age range of students is very wide, ranging from children as young as seven or eight years old to middle-aged people in their forties and fifties.
Most people wear uniform attire, the only difference is the color of the belt, mostly white belt or yellow belt for beginners.
The coach wears a red and black belt around his waist, proving that he has completed all the Taekwondo courses and transitioned from a red belt to a black belt.
There are very few coaches in the entire gym who can actually hold a black belt.
Ling Ao obviously has high popularity and prestige in this gym.
When the coaches saw him, they all bowed respectfully and said hello:
"Hello, Senior Brother Ling!"
"Eldest brother is here! Ouch... He has brought so many friends with him!"
"Senior Brother Ling, let me demonstrate to everyone later!"
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Some coaches in their thirties, even though they are much older than Ling Ao, still call him "senior brother" without hesitation.
From everyone's chatter, Ye Fan roughly understood that the owner of this gym was a Korean Taekwondo master named Park Hyun-jin, a seventh-level black belt.
The seventh-degree black belt is considered to be the top expert and is known as the "teacher". The more advanced eighth-degree and ninth-degree black belts are often awarded to people who have made significant contributions to Taekwondo.
Therefore, in terms of combat ability alone, a strong seventh-dan player is no less powerful than an eighth-dan or ninth-dan player!
Ling Ao, who studied under Yu Pu Xuanzhen, was the strongest among his disciples, so he was called "Elder Brother" by others!
When the students and coaches in the gym learned that Ling Ao was about to challenge someone to a duel, they couldn't help but get excited and came to join in the fun, wanting to witness this battle!
About a few minutes later, Ling Ao, who had changed into a white taekwondo uniform, returned to the field. The black belt tied around his waist revealed his extraordinary strength.
Looking from a distance, I saw that he was full of energy, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, his tall and slender body was like an eagle in the dark night, and his sharp-edged face gave people a heroic feeling!
Many female students around looked at him, their eyes filled with love, and their cheeks flushed red and hot.
On the other hand, Ye Fan, who was confronting him, was standing loosely, with flaws all over his body and no aura of a strong man!
In terms of momentum alone, it's a big loser.
At this time, countless eyes fell on the two people, and the onlookers nearby gave up a large area for them.
Ling Ao took the lead in making a warrior salute to Ye Fan and said: "Fists and feet have no eyes. If you are worried about being injured, you can wear protective gear for defense first!"
When Ye Fan heard this, he didn't say a word. Instead, he stretched out his right index finger and tickled Ling Ao, as if to say, "Let the horse come over as soon as possible!"
Seeing this slightly provocative action, everyone around him looked furious and couldn't help but booed and booed.
"Master Ling, don't be merciful, teach this kid a lesson!"
"Hmph...where is this kid coming from? If you dare to provoke Senior Brother Ling in our gym, aren't you looking for death?"
"If Senior Brother takes action, I'm afraid it won't take long to knock him down!"
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Hearing these cheers, Ling Ao's face did not change at all. He looked up like a high mountain.
When he put on the Taekwondo uniform, he had adjusted his mentality and entered a state of "mind as still as water" and would not be affected by external objects.
Immediately afterwards, his eyes were sharp, like lightning, staring straight at Ye Fan, his muscles tensed up, like a sharp arrow that was ready to go, ready to fly out at any time.
"Bah!"
Suddenly, Ling Ao let out a loud roar, then rushed towards Ye Fan like thunder.
When he was still five meters away from Ye Fan, he stamped his left foot on the ground and rose into the sky with the help of the counter-shock.
The spine of his upper body was straight and motionless, but his right leg was like a whip, a clean side kick, thrown towards Ye Fan's face.
"Snapped!"
The sonic boom in the air was deafening, which showed the power of this move.
Even seven or eight wooden boards would probably be kicked through in an instant!
From a certain distance, people who are besieging you from a distance can feel the horror. If they are kicked, there is a high probability that they will break their bones on the spot!
But at this critical moment, Ye Fan still stood there, motionless, with no intention of dodging at all.
Seeing this scene, Lu Minghui and others shook their fists fiercely, applauding in their hearts, as if they had seen Ye Fan being kicked away in embarrassment!
Ling Ao, who was in mid-air, thought that Ye Fan was frightened, so he withdrew some of his strength for fear of kicking him and seriously injuring him.
This small gesture at least proved that Ling Ao was not a bully and won Mark's favor.
The next moment, when Ling Ao's side kick was about to hit Ye Fan's cheek, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a mysterious smile.
Finally, he moved!
His feet slipped, and he used a mysterious footwork to take a step back to the side, like a loach, barely dodging the side kick.
When everyone around them saw this, they all thought it was a pity in their hearts, and at the same time lamented Ye Fan's shitty luck.
As long as Ling Ao's speed is faster, he can hit Ye Fan!
But in most eyes, Ye Fan's good luck will soon come to an end.
He could dodge the first move, but he could never dodge the second move.
On the other side, Ling Ao frowned, seeming to notice something was wrong.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward again and kicked Ye Fan in the lower abdomen with a powerful and heavy hook kick.
This time, he didn't hold back his hands to hold back his strength, and moved his legs as fast as thunder, leaving an afterimage in mid-air.
With such a terrifying blow, even a steel plate, let alone a mortal body, would definitely be kicked out of a hole!
However, Ye Fan still used his old tricks, stepping back with mysterious steps and retreating to the side, and once again managed to avoid Ling Ao's attack, still looking relaxed and effortless.
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After failing to succeed twice in a row, the coaches at the Taekwondo gym in the distance couldn't help but have expressions of surprise on their faces, obviously feeling a little surprised.
They know Ling Ao's strength very well!
A fifth-degree black belt, he is definitely the number one person in the gym under the leader Park Hyun-jin!
If other coaches compete with him, they will lose within ten moves.
But now, Ling Ao's all-out attack didn't even touch the corner of Mark's clothes. How could people not be surprised?
However, the unfavorable start did not make Ling Ao feel defeated. Instead, it made him feel eager to try and meet his opponent.
The Ye Fan in front of him brought an unprecedented pressure to him. He did not dare to neglect any more and used all his strength!
For a moment, the mid-air was filled with shadows of fists and legs, and Ling Ao's offensive was like a gangrene attached to the bone, attacking Ye Fan's vital points with every move.
However, Ye Fan's weird body skills always avoided Ling Ao's attacks at the critical moment.
The fighting continued, and before I knew it, seven or eight minutes had passed.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Ling Ao was breathing heavily, his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, and his taekwondo uniform had already been soaked, as if he had been fished out of a frying pan.
During the whole process, he launched at least hundreds of attacks, but from beginning to end, he never touched Mark.
On the other hand, Ye Fan didn't break out a drop of sweat on his body. He kept his hands behind his back, looking as if he was at ease.
For a moment, Ling Ao's heart was filled with huge waves, and he was so surprised that he couldn't be more surprised.
As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.
In the eyes of ordinary people, it seems that no matter how fast Ling Ao is, he can hit Ye Fan.
But Ling Ao knew that the seemingly missing line was like a huge gap between heaven and earth. It was so far away that it was impossible to cross it.
There is a huge strength gap between him and Ye Fan!
Suddenly, a word appeared in Ling Ao's mind——
Conquer the enemy's army without fighting!
Ye Fan once said before that his Kung Fu "only kills people, not performs"!
But now, Ye Fan has not made any moves. On the one hand, he is being merciful and does not want to hurt himself. On the other hand, it is because of his own strength that he cannot interest Ye Fan at all.
At this moment, Ling Ao felt unprecedented humiliation.
This is the first time in more than twenty years that he has been looked down upon like this.
He clenched his fists, his hair stood on end, and the blood in his chest seemed to be burning. He looked at Ye Fan and gritted his teeth:
"Let's take action! Let me see how strong you are! Chao Wen Dao, Xi Ke will die! Even if I am beaten to death by you, I will die without regrets!"