Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingqing's pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes, and her delicate body tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The conditions proposed by Zhang Ye may seem fair, but in fact they contain murderous intent.
There is a huge disparity in strength between the two, and they are completely different from each other. They are not on the same level at all.
Although Jiang Qingqing had inherited the mantle of Wing Chun from her father, she was still young at the time. She had only learned boxing for a few years and had not yet truly entered the martial arts world. What she had mastered was only superficial.
Zhang Ye, on the other hand, followed his father Zhang Yuan and studied Taekwondo for more than ten years. At a young age, he was a strong third-degree black belt!
The whirlwind roundhouse kick just now left a clear footprint on the steel plate, which shows his terrifying strength.
Zhang Ye took the initiative to challenge Jiang Qingqing to a duel, just looking for an upright excuse to punish her severely.
At this moment, Zhang Ye saw her hesitant look and deliberately provoked:
"What? Are you scared? Stinky girl, haven't you always thought that that old-fashioned rubbish traditional martial arts is better than Taekwondo? In this case, use the kung fu taught by your damn father to defeat me! Don't say I won't give it.
If you have a chance, as long as you defeat me, won't your ancient martial arts club be saved?"
Facing Zhang Ye's aggressive tactics, Jiang Qingqing bit her lips lightly and clenched her fists, as if she had experienced a battle between heaven and man.
"call……"
Finally, she took a deep breath, with a strange light shining in her beautiful eyes, as if she had made a big decision, and said firmly: "Okay, I promise you!"
Seeing her promise, Zhang Ye raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealed a vicious smile, and continued: "Let's make it clear in advance that fists and feet have no eyes. No matter who is injured in a duel, you can't blame the other party!"
"No problem!" Jiang Qingqing nodded.
At this time, Chu Nan subconsciously had a strong ominous premonition, walked to Jiang Qingqing's side, and said with great concern: "Senior Qingqing, if it doesn't work, don't force it!"
However, when Jiang Qingqing heard this, she shook her head at him and said, "Chun Nan, thank you for your concern! But this time, I must fight, and I must win!"
Seeing her firm eyes, Chu Nan's heart trembled, knowing that in this duel, she was not only fighting for herself, but also for her deceased father, even risking all her dignity and pride.
However, Chu Nan was still worried. After thinking for a moment, he quietly took out his mobile phone and immediately sent a text message asking for help to Ye Fan while the people around him were not paying attention.
…
At the same time, many members of the Taekwondo Club dispersed one after another, leaving a spacious space for the two of them.
The two stood opposite each other, more than ten steps apart.
Jiang Qingqing took the lead in clasping her fists and saluting, but Zhang Ye sneered disdainfully, raised his fingers provocatively, and said without taking her into consideration at all:
"Come here! Otherwise, once I make a move, you won't even have the strength to fight back!"
Hearing such contemptuous remarks, Jiang Qingqing did not become angry, her eyes became sharper, and her body became more heroic.
"Bah!"
Suddenly, she let out a scolding, put her hands under her ribs, and moved as fast as lightning, suddenly closing the distance between herself and Zhang Ye.
"Puff puff!"
Her fists were as dense and impenetrable as the wind and rain, attacking Zhang Ye's vital points from various tricky angles.
If he were an ordinary person, he would probably not have time to react and would be beaten to the ground in an instant, completely losing his fighting ability.
However, how could Zhang Ye be the same person as Yi Yu?
Facing this stormy offensive, he did not take a step back. Instead, he suddenly raised his legs, choosing to fight head-on and use more powerful moves to fight back.
Front kick, horizontal kick, side kick, push kick, back kick, swing kick, back spin kick...
Although Taekwondo is named after "boxing", its attack moves are mainly based on kicks, accounting for 70% of its total technique system. It is unpredictable, graceful, varied and flexible when fighting against the enemy.
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
For a moment, there were fists and kicks in the arena, and the dull sound of flesh collisions could be heard one after another.
But not long after, Jiang Qingqing was already at a disadvantage and was surrounded by dangers.
As the saying goes, "The hands are two doors, and you rely on your feet to hit people."
The power of human legs is far greater than the power of fists.
What's more, as a woman, Jiang Qingqing is inherently weaker than men.
After just a few minutes, most of her physical strength had been consumed. Her whole body was soaked with sweat, and she was breathing heavily. Her messy hair was sticky on her neck, making her look extremely embarrassed.
Her pink fist, on the other hand, hung down slumped, and her forearm muscles kept twitching, with black and blue patches appearing. It was obvious that she had suffered serious injuries in the high-intensity and high-load battle just now.
Not far away, Chu Nan, who had been observing the battle situation, was sweating for Jiang Qingqing.
If this trend continues, her defeat will only be a matter of time.
…
At this time, Zhang Ye glared at Jiang Qingqing fiercely and said sternly:
"Stinky girl, do you still remember when you were a kid, I punished you because you secretly practiced some bullshit Wing Chun? But when my dad found out about it later, he broke one of my legs and grounded me for a full month.
!I have always remembered that account, and today I just have to settle it all at once!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ye's figure surged, and he rushed towards Jiang Qingqing like a tiger descending from the mountain.
Both speed and strength are more than twice as strong as before.
For a moment, Jiang Qingqing was in a very dangerous situation and could only barely protect herself with her hands in front of her body.
She seemed to be transformed into a lone boat in the storm, swaying unsteadily and with the possibility of being swallowed at any time.
"go to hell!"
Suddenly, Zhang Ye let out a heart-rending roar and kicked Jiang Qingqing in the face with a powerful and heavy kick.
This kick contains 120% of Zhang Ye's strength, without any pity.
If he was accidentally kicked, his appearance would be instantly disfigured and his nose would be broken.
Under the huge threat, Jiang Qingqing did not dare to show any signs of neglect. Her whole body was tense, and her hands and fingers were in a very unique posture. She was using the secret technique of Wing Chun——
Standard finger!
Among the Wing Chun fighting techniques, the standard fingering technique is an advanced one. It mainly uses light to control heavy weight, strikes to eliminate, soften the steel hair, and use force to strike!
At this moment, Jiang Qingqing wanted to use her "standard finger" to resolve Zhang Ye's extremely domineering horizontal kick.
Suddenly, he suddenly noticed a ferocious smile on Zhang Ye's face, as if some trick had succeeded.
Seeing this smile, Jiang Qingqing was shocked and thought to herself:
No! I was fooled!
At this moment, Zhang Ye's steel leg, which was originally kicking towards her face, drew a strange arc in mid-air, changed direction, and kicked towards her softest belly.
It turns out that the horizontal kick he just made was just a feint.
Now is the real killing move!
However, Jiang Qingqing was deceived by him, and she protected her face with both hands. She was caught off guard and had no time to dodge. She could only watch helplessly as the kick hit her abdomen.
"boom!"
A thunderous bang sounded in the venue.
Jiang Qingqing's thin and delicate body was kicked for more than ten meters as if she had been hit by a cannonball, and then fell to the ground.
…
"Senior Qingqing!"
Seeing this scene, Chu Nan's eyes turned red and he rushed over like crazy.
Looking closely, he saw Jiang Qingqing's face ashen, her eyes dim, and a trace of bright red blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, which was shocking.
One drop!
Two drops!
Three drops!
The bright red flowers of blood slid down the corners of her mouth and dripped on her clothes, like charming blood lotuses.
Her lower abdomen was dented, and she didn't know how many ribs were broken.
"Senior Qingqing! Just hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right now!" Chu Nan said loudly, then carefully picked up her delicate body and tried to stand up.
Unexpectedly, in the process, the wound on her lower abdomen was accidentally touched.
The intense pain caused her to let out a pitiful cry from the depths of her throat.
At this moment, Zhang Ye, as the "culprit", walked over in a swaggering manner, looked down at Jiang Qingqing condescendingly, and said with disdain:
"Now, do you know the gap between you and me? Jiang Qingqing, your father is weak, you are weak, and the traditional Chinese martial arts is just frivolous fists and embroidered legs. It is like rubbish. It cannot be compared with Taekwondo!"
"Weakness is the original sin!"
"As a weak person, you can only get beaten! Even if you want to go to the hospital for treatment now, how can you leave without my consent?"
Zhang Ye's tone was extremely arrogant.
Hearing this, Jiang Qingqing's lips moved and she said weakly: "My dad...my dad is not a weakling, he...he is a great hero who stands upright!"
Although her voice was broken, it contained firm will.
But these words completely stimulated Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye's eyes were about to burst, and the veins on his forehead stood up, and he roared like an angry lion:
"Stinky girl, you eat everything inside and out! If it weren't for my dad's shelter, you two would have starved to death! My dad has paid for all your food, drink, and shit over the years! In the end, you still acted like a fool.
I’m thinking of a dead ghost! I’m telling you, if you don’t give in today, you will never leave here!”
"Even if... you say this... you can't make me give in..." Jiang Qingqing held her neck high and said every word.
Every word seems to be as important as ten thousand words.
…
Her stubborn look completely annoyed Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye clenched his fists, his facial features twisted together, extremely ferocious, like a ghost under the Nine Netherworld, gritted his teeth and said:
"Hmph... You are about to die, and you still dare to speak harshly?! In this case, I will grant you permission and send you down to see that damn old man!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ye raised his right foot without hesitation and kicked Jiang Qingqing hard in the lower abdomen.
"boom!"
In anger, he showed no mercy at all and used 120% of his strength.
Jiang Qingqing's lower abdomen had been severely injured before, and several ribs were broken.
If you are injured again, adding fuel to the fire and adding fuel to the fire, you may have lifelong sequelae.
At this critical moment, Chu Nan, who was weak next to him, burst out with amazing courage from nowhere, stood up suddenly, and used his own flesh and blood as a shield to block Jiang Qingqing.