At 8:30 in the morning, the gymnasium of Huahai University was filled with people and every seat was packed.
Although it was still half an hour before the game officially started, almost all the students in the school came early to watch, and many of them even skipped class.
On the one hand, such a martial arts showdown is highly entertaining and exciting.
On the other hand, this is also the last exchange project between the two schools.
If the Hwahae University team really loses, it will be disgraced and unable to hold its head up in front of the teachers and students of Seoul National University.
Therefore, this battle can only be won, not defeated!
As a contestant, Ye Fan arrived at the contestant lounge early and saw a familiar face——
Ling Ao!
As the former president of the Taekwondo Club, Ling Ao's strength is undoubted. After learning the "Four Spirits of the Gods" from Ye Fan, he has made rapid progress.
Seeing Ye Fan appear, Ling Ao's eyes lit up and he shouted excitedly: "Master, you are here!"
"Yes!" Ye Fan nodded slightly, showed a faint smile, and was calm and calm, not feeling nervous about the upcoming game.
But in contrast, the other three players in the lounge had extremely solemn expressions, making the atmosphere a bit solemn.
After a brief acquaintance, Ye Fan knew that they were both juniors and seniors.
The one who started the game was called Zhao Zheng. He was tall and slender and practiced the Eagle Claw Kung Fu.
The second-ranked one is called Gao Hu, with a short head and a tall body. He is a Shaolin lay disciple and practices Vajrapani.
The third person, named Lin Feng, holds a long sword and practices the Bagua Sword passed down from his family!
Nowadays, martial arts is in decline, but in Huahai University, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
Ye Fan secretly used his spiritual consciousness to explore their strength, and found that the three of them were all seventh- and eighth-level warriors. Although they could not compare with the geniuses in the hidden sect, they were still considered good players in the secular world.
Prior to this, the three of them had not participated in the ancient martial arts club founded by Dong Qingqing, and rarely showed their skills in front of outsiders.
But at this critical moment, they still stepped forward and would never allow the Koreans to show off their power and tyranny on the territory of China!
As for Ling Ao, he was ranked fourth, and Ye Fan made his final appearance.
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Soon, it was nine o'clock, the game officially started, and the group of people walked out of the lounge.
Zhao Zheng, who started the game, stepped onto the ring in the center of the stadium under the spotlight.
As soon as he came on stage, countless spectators cheered:
"Huahai University will win!"
"Brother, come on, kill those arrogant Koreans!"
"Let them see how powerful our Chinese Kung Fu is!"
Hearing these cheers, Zhao Zheng's heart surged.
On the other hand, the expectations of so many people are both motivation and pressure. When the pressure reaches the extreme, it will be like a tight string that breaks through the critical point and then breaks instantly.
He couldn't get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind. He wanted too much to bring glory to the school and win the competition, but he was also afraid that if he failed, he wouldn't know how to face the infamy.
At this moment, Seoul National University's first contestant, Choi Byung-hyun, came on the stage.
Choi Byung-hyun also has a typical Korean appearance, with single eyelids, small eyes, a flat nose, and a vulgar appearance. He wears a white Taekwondo uniform and a black belt to symbolize his extraordinary strength.
As soon as he stepped onto the stage, the first thing Cui Byungxuan did was to give a thumbs up to Zhao Zheng opposite him in front of everyone.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Zheng was slightly startled. He didn't expect his opponent to be so polite. At the same time, he secretly decided to be merciful and save some face for his opponent when they fought later.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
In front of everyone, Cui Byungxuan turned his thumb upside down and made a very insulting gesture. He held his head high with the unique arrogance of the Koreans. He wished he could lift his chin to the sky. He was extremely arrogant.
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"boom!"
This extremely provocative action was like a huge boulder smashing into calm water, causing thousands of waves and causing an uproar in the venue.
"Damn it! This Korean is too arrogant! It's intolerable!"
"Hmph... what nonsense Taekwondo? It's not just copying our Chinese martial arts!"
"Tch! This guy won't be able to hold on for long. We, the experts from Huahai University, will knock him down in minutes!"
Faced with the scolding in the court, Cui Bingxuan ignored it. Instead, he turned to look at Guo Zheng and said even more fiercely:
"Chinese boy, you have no eyes for fists and feet. If you don't want to be crippled by me, then quickly admit defeat and step down! Otherwise, not only will you be embarrassed in front of so many people, but your life will be in danger!"
"presumptuous!"
Guo Zheng's hair stood on end, his eyes were filled with fierce fighting spirit, and he said word by word: "None of our great men in China is a coward! What's more, you want me to admit defeat, which is simply ridiculous!"
Cui Bingxuan heard this and said coldly: "Hmph... A weakling like you will never understand the power of Taekwondo! I don't even need my teammates to appear. I alone can defeat all of your players. In this
Stand till the end in the ring!”
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Zheng could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and shouted angrily:
"watch out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zheng spread his five fingers and curled them into the palms of his hands like claws. Qi sank into his Dantian and penetrated his fingertips. His whole body was as powerful as a rainbow, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, attacking Cui Bingxuan's face.
Seeing this scene, Cui Byungxuan waved his fist and came towards him, as if he wanted to confront him head-on.
Zhao Zheng was very disdainful. He had absolute confidence in his Eagle Claw Skill.
The power of one claw is enough to penetrate cracked gold and stone. If it doesn't come out, it will be done. Once it comes out, it will definitely stop the enemy and hurt others.
If Choi Byung-hyun dared to use his fist to catch him hard, his bones would shatter in minutes.
But just when the claw was about to touch with a punch, the corners of Cui Byungxuan's mouth suddenly outlined a subtle arc, and then he inhaled and tightened his abdomen, ducking down, and narrowly dodged the eagle claw.
"boom!"
At this critical moment, Cui Bingxuan's right leg was thrown out like a steel whip, and the sound of sonic boom was heard endlessly, attacking Zhao Zheng's lower body.
Sweep your legs!
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not good!
Zhao Zheng was shaken all over, his hairs stood on end, and he was as silent as a cicada, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
He never expected that Cui Bingxuan's punch was just a feint to confuse him.
The real killing move is this move that sweeps the hall away!
Zhao Zheng's kung fu was all focused on his ten fingers. He had never practiced the lower body kung fu. If he was hit, he would fall due to his unstable center of gravity, and the consequences would be disastrous.
But the opponent's speed was too fast, and he had no time to react because of his mental arithmetic. He only felt a huge force coming from his ankle, as if he was hit by a high-speed car, and he fell to the ground with a "plop".
After succeeding with the blow, Cui Bingxuan's face was full of ferocious looks. He was unyielding and did not give Zhao Zheng a chance to get up. He stepped on Zhao Zheng's left knee again.
"Kacha!"
The sound of broken bones resounded throughout the audience, and the bright red blood dyed his pants red.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
The intense pain caused Zhao Zheng to let out a hysterical scream, which was extremely tragic.
The faces of all Huahai University spectators were pale and bloodless, their hearts were trembling, and they were sweating for Zhao Zheng.
Even if they are not the ones injured, seeing their compatriots injured makes them anxious and angry.
At this time, on the ring, Cui Bingxuan had no intention of stopping, and actually raised his foot again, preparing to attack Zhao Zheng, who had lost his fighting ability.
"Stop! The game is over!" the referee yelled, trying to rush over to stop it.
However, Cui Byungxuan heard the referee's voice, but turned a blind eye. A cruel cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stepped hard on Zhao Zheng's right knee.
"Kacha!"
There was another harsh sound of bones breaking.
This time, Zhao Zheng didn't even have time to scream, before his head tilted and he fainted.
Cui Byungxuan's moves were so vicious that Zhao Zheng suffered comminuted fractures in both legs and knees. Even if it could be cured, it would leave sequelae and he could only barely walk.
After doing all this, Cui Bingxuan glanced at the audience, stretched out his right hand again, and held his thumb upside down. Maintaining this extremely insulting posture, he walked around the entire ring, openly provoking the audience, as if