Ye Fan's words were like a huge stone smashing into the calm water, causing a thousand waves and causing an uproar in the venue.
Whether it was the coaches and students of the Taekwondo gym, or Zhao Ling'er, Lu Minghui and others, they stood there dumbfounded as if they were under a restraining spell. They couldn't believe their ears.
Before, in the battle between Ye Fan and Ling Ao, he had already shown ghostly speed and toyed with Ling Ao's applause.
But this time, he went even further, saying that he would challenge the entire Taekwondo gym with one person!
As long as anyone touches the corner of his clothes, he loses!
The difficulty is exponentially higher than fighting alone.
This is no longer a challenge or a duel, but a humiliation.
It was not only Park Hyun-jin who was humiliated, but also all the coaches, students, and the taekwondo they had been practicing!
Are you kidding me?
Do you really think you are the God of War?
I have seen crazy people, but I have never seen such crazy people!
For a moment, a strong anger surged in the chests of everyone in the venue. Most of the people stared at Ye Fan with hatred and hatred, wishing to rush over and join forces to beat him up to relieve their hatred!
"a ha ha ha……"
At this moment, Park Xuan seemed to have heard some big joke, and burst out laughing unbridled, then looked at Mark and said:
"You brat, I want to see what ability you have to say such wild words! But... what if you lose?"
At the end of the sentence, Park Xuanzhen suppressed the smile on his face, and his eyes showed a ruthless look like a wolf, as if he had locked Ye Fan's energy.
If you are a timid person, you may have been frightened to the point where your legs are weak and your liver and gallbladder are about to burst.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan remained calm and said calmly: "Haha... If I lose, I will let you do whatever you want. I will kill you if you want, and chop me if you want! But if I win, your martial arts gym should be closed down."
Daji, and at the same time admit that Chinese Kung Fu is far better than Goryeo Kung Fu!"
"Hmph...boy, I agree to this condition! But there is absolutely no way you can win!"
Pu Xuanzhen laughed ferociously, and then waved to his disciples in the distance, signaling them to attack Ye Fan.
…
There were nearly a hundred people in the venue, but there were only about 20 people who were truly Park Hyun Jin’s direct disciples.
But these 20 people are in their prime, all in their 20s and 30s, with strong vitality. If they join forces to attack one person, they are more than enough to attack one person!
What's more, the condition for their victory is not to knock down Ye Fan, but to win by touching the corner of his clothes. In the eyes of everyone, it is too simple!
Of course, many of them want to take this opportunity to deal with Ye Fan severely and kill his prestige!
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Everyone's eyes were red and they were roaring at the same time. The momentum was so great that it even gave people the illusion that they were like thousands of troops galloping into battle. It was so visually impactful that it shocked people's hearts.
Suddenly, the 20 or so people rushed toward Ye Fan from all directions, punching, winding, and kicking, almost blocking all the directions in which he could dodge.
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan's chest straightened up, and a surge of lofty ambition came out of his body. His aura changed, and his tall and slender figure was like a dragon above the nine heavens. He was alone and exuded a look of disdain on the world, arrogant among the heroes.
the breath.
Immediately afterwards, he put his right hand into his pocket and took out the silver needles he carried with him. The internal energy in his Dantian surged toward the silver needles like the Yangtze River bursting its banks.
Under the illumination of the light, the silver needle shone coldly.
The next moment, the first person to attack was wearing a red and black belt around his waist. His fist was the size of a casserole. He was only ten centimeters away from Ye Fan. Ye Fan could even see the successful expression on his face.
At this moment, Ye Fan finally moved.
His figure is as graceful as a stunning dragon, graceful as a swimming dragon, with mysterious steps under his feet, flowing clouds and flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
The silver needle in Ye Fan's hand pierced the major acupuncture points on the body of the warrior with red and black belts at lightning speed.
The surging inner energy poured into the man's body with the help of the silver needle as a medium.
For a moment, the warrior with the red and black belt seemed to be under a restraining spell, unable to move at all. He stood there blankly and even maintained the posture of punching forward.
Acupuncture!
The magic acupuncture taught by Mr. Wei is not only able to rejuvenate and overcome hardships in all directions, but also includes the legendary Chinese magical skill of "pointing acupuncture points".
Now Ye Fan is a master of the Xuan Realm. If he were to face a master of the Huang Realm, this method would only paralyze the opponent for a few seconds at most.
However, the warriors in front of them were weak and had no ability to resist.
…
In the field, Ye Fan's figure is unconstrained, with the antelope's horns hanging, and he appears to be at ease, just like strolling in a leisurely garden, indescribably free and unrestrained!
The silver needle drew a graceful trajectory in mid-air. Every time it struck, a warrior would be immobilized and unable to move.
There were more than 20 people, which seemed like a lot, but under Ye Fan's men they were like chickens and dogs, with no ability to resist at all.
In the distance, Ling Ao did not join the battle, his eyes burst out with an unprecedented light, staring at Ye Fan's figure without blinking, for fear of missing any movement.
Ye Fan's ghostly figure and acupuncture skills completely subverted his inherent concepts and made him really excited, as if he had finally opened the door to a new world and learned about the "real" martial arts!
In just two or three minutes, the more than 20 people were all pinned down by Ye Fan, maintaining various postures, standing there like sculptures, which was indescribably weird.
"hiss!"
When everyone in the distance saw this, they couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, and their whole bodies were shaken violently, as if they were being shocked by electricity, as if a pair of invisible hands had pinched their hearts hard, and they were almost suffocating.
The scene that took place on the field had an unprecedented visual impact and a psychological shock to them.
Ye Fan deliberately did not take action against Park Xuanzhen and left him until the end.
However, Park Hyun-jin, who was still arrogant before, is now completely frightened. There is no trace of blood on his face, his whole body is soaked with cold sweat, and he is trembling involuntarily.
In Park Xuanzhen's view, the slightly childish-looking Ye Fan in front of him was as terrifying as the devil from hell!
He really couldn't imagine that a mere young Chinese warrior could possess such miraculous kung fu!
Even if a Taekwondo master with a ninth-degree black belt from Korea comes, he may not be Ye Fan’s opponent!
What makes Park Xuanzhen even more horrified is that from the beginning to the end, Ye Fan's clothes were not messy, as if everything was under control and he had not yet used all his strength!
It's unimaginable how terrifying it would be if he turned on all his firepower!
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"Kick! Kick! Kick!"
At this time, Ye Fan quickly walked up to Park Hyun-zhen, his eyes as sharp as a knife, which made Park Hyun-zhen's exposed skin ache.
"Haha... Park Xuanzhen, there are only two of us left now, and the competition is not over yet! As long as you can touch the corner of my clothes, you will still win!" Ye Fan joked.
When Pu Xuanzhen heard this, his head shook like a rattle.
At this time, how could he still not know the strength gap between himself and Mark?
"Your Excellency has unparalleled magical skills and martial arts skills. I can't help but feel inferior to you! Please be merciful and show some mercy!" Pu Xuanzhen nodded and bowed. He no longer had the arrogance and arrogance he had before.
These Korean people are just bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and they need to be dealt with!
When facing people who are weaker than themselves, they humiliate them without restraint, but when facing the truly strong, they will grovel and pretend to be pitiful people in an attempt to win sympathy!
"I have said before that as long as you close this Taekwondo gym and admit that Chinese Kung Fu is far better than Korean Kung Fu, your fault will not be held accountable!" Ye Fan said solemnly.
Hearing this, Park Hyun-jin looked embarrassed and his eyes flickered.
This Taekwondo gym can bring him millions of dollars in profits every year. It can be said to be a hen that can lay golden eggs!
How could he be willing to give up like this?
Suddenly, Park Xuanzhen seemed to have thought of something, his eyes flashed, he stamped his right foot on the ground, and with the force of the counter-shock, he soared into the sky and flew towards the door of the gym.
In Park Xuanzhen's opinion, as long as he ran away today, although he would lose some face, he would at least be able to save the martial arts gym, and then use various means to deceive and deceive the students.
On the other hand, Ye Fan could not block him in the gym every day!
He is from Korea, and as a "foreign uncle", he has such a layer of identity protection. If Ye Fan dares to continue to embarrass him, he can just call the consulate!
Just when he was about to escape, Ye Fan's disdainful voice suddenly sounded behind him:
"Hmph... Park Hyun-zhen, I've given you a chance, but you still insist on it. Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"