"Young man, although you have some strength, as a senior, I would like to advise you not to be too crazy. To use your old Chinese saying, there is heaven outside the world, and there are people outside the world!"
Zhao Canyu frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.
"I'm here to play football today, not to chat with you." Jiang Muyang said indifferently: "Let's take action, don't waste each other's time."
Zhao Canyu's face darkened, and his anger rose: "Young man! You are so rude! I have met many of your Chinese martial arts masters, and I have never seen anyone as arrogant and rude as you!"
"snort!"
Jiang Muyang snorted coldly and said: "When you Kimchi Nation Taekwondo students started bullying Chinese people, the nature of this matter has already changed."
"As a martial arts practitioner, you actually use force to bully ordinary people. Is this the spirit of Taekwondo that you advocate?"
"Today, I am not representing myself, but China! Every Taekwondo gym in Han City counts, and I will visit them one by one today!"
"I will let you re-understand China and Chinese Kung Fu!"
"The dignity of China cannot be challenged! No matter where in the world the descendants of the dragon go, they cannot be bullied at will!"
Jiang Muyang's words were deafening and profound.
Su Xin's delicate body trembled with excitement, her face flushed, and she almost shouted as she translated Jiang Muyang's words into Kimchi language.
Zhao Yu and Gao Jie's eyes were red and they clenched their fists tightly.
Jiang Muyang's words touched their hearts.
Zhao Canyu's brows suddenly furrowed into the character "Chuan", and he turned to look at the people around him sharply, asking: "What's going on!? What have you done that I don't know about?"
A coach lowered his head and said: "Director, it was the Chinese who provoked me first. They abused and insulted all kinds of things on the Internet, and even hackers hacked into our country's network to cause damage..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yu interrupted him loudly: "You fart! I don't believe you don't know the root of the matter! The people from my gym cheated our registration fee and beat us up."
They entered the hospital with no compensation or apology. From the beginning to the end, they acted in a condescending manner. The police also protected them and even intimidated us victims. We were treated unfairly and persecuted in Kimchi Country. Since you Kimchi
If the country does not provide us with justice, of course we can only seek help from our compatriots."
Zhao Canyu asked in a deep voice: "Is what he said true? Is it really my gym?"
The coach gritted his teeth and then nodded slowly.
Zhao Canyu's expression suddenly changed. He was breathing heavily and looked like he hated iron. "Have you all forgotten how I taught you? When did I let you use force to bully ordinary people!"
In the Smecta Taekwondo Hall, many people looked away and lowered their heads.
They participated in the persecution of the Chinese people.
Zhao Canyu was very angry.
In fact, speaking of it, he can be regarded as a person with martial ethics, and he usually pays great attention to moral instruction in treating students.
But it is a pity that some people's badness is deep in their bones, and it is not so easy to correct them.
Zhao Canyu looked at Jiang Muyang, bowed deeply and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know about these things, but as the director of the museum, I cannot absolve myself of the blame. I solemnly apologize to you."
"Hmph! A cat cries and a mouse shows mercy!" Zhao Yu snorted coldly and turned his head.
Gao Jie whispered: "Zhao Yu, don't you think we are mice?"
"Don't worry about these details..."
Zhao Canyu straightened up, his eyes slightly focused, and said: "But since you are here to kick the gym, this matter cannot end so easily. I, Zhao Canyu, the director of the Smecta Taekwondo Gym, accept your challenge!"
He clenched his hands into fists and opened his arms slightly, his momentum rising steadily.
"You all disperse!"
All the coaches and students retreated one after another.
"Young man, come on!" Zhao Canyu looked at Jiang Muyang with burning eyes.
Jiang Muyang looked calm and took action directly.
An ordinary punch came out.
It was simple and unpretentious, but it made Zhao Canyu's heart tremble and he put away all his contempt.
He shouted low and counterattacked with his kicks.
"Bang bang bang..."
The two fought fiercely, and the sound of fists and kicks clashed constantly.
Each move was launched faster than the other, and the people around could not see clearly the trajectory of their moves, only afterimages could be seen.
"That curator seems very strong, can Brother Jiang beat him?" Gao Jie was a little worried.
Zhao Yu patted him on the shoulder, curled his lips and said, "Take your heart back, brother, Brother Jiang is invincible, how can he lose?"
Tongxin smiled and said: "Young men, you are still too young. The boss is just not serious. Otherwise, the old man would have collapsed long ago."
Tongxin was right, Jiang Muyang was indeed not serious and did not even exert one-tenth of his strength.
Although the old man Zhao Canyu is a bit old and confused, he is quite upright, and he can be regarded as one of the few kimchi people in Jiang Muyang who is not annoying.
That's why Jiang Muyang showed mercy and didn't let him lose too badly.
The two saw each other's moves and soon exchanged dozens of moves.
"Zhao Canyu, it's time to end!"
Jiang Muyang suddenly said something.
At the same time, he appeared next to Zhao Canyu like a ghost like a swimming dragon, and punched out from a tricky angle.
Zhao Canyu's pupils suddenly shrank.
Too fast!
There's no way to avoid it!
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound.
Zhao Canyu was immediately thrown away by the punch and fell heavily to the ground.
"Director! Director!"
"teacher!"
People in the Smecta Taekwondo Hall suddenly screamed and rushed towards Zhao Canyu.
Zhao Canyu's face turned red, he coughed a few times, and looked at Jiang Muyang in shock.
At this moment, he realized that Jiang Muyang had not used his full strength.
His true strength far exceeds his own!
"Taekwondo is nothing more than that." Jiang Muyang said indifferently, shaking his head slowly with a disappointed expression on his face.
"What did you say!?"
"Apologise immediately! Otherwise we will never let you go!"
"Arrogant Chinese people, I must teach you a lesson!"
"..."
The people at the Smecta Taekwondo Hall were immediately enraged, and all of them shouted and gathered around.
Jiang Muyang smiled disdainfully, looked sternly, and said loudly: "If you are not convinced, come together. I, Jiang Muyang, will challenge you all by myself, come on!"
As soon as these words came out, it was like thunder on a sunny day. The people in the Taekwondo Hall were immediately shocked by Jiang Muyang's momentum, hesitated, and their expressions changed.
Zhao Yu and others were so excited that goosebumps appeared all over their bodies, their blood surged, and they could not restrain themselves.
So domineering!
So handsome!
"Teacher, please allow us to come together and teach that arrogant Chinese a lesson!" Yin Renze roared through gritted teeth.
"No, you are not his opponent." Zhao Canyu shook his head, was helped by several people to stand up, took two steps forward, smiled bitterly and said to Jiang Muyang: "Young man, are you satisfied now?"
"Satisfied? No, no, no, it's still far from enough." Jiang Muyang sneered, "This is just the beginning. There will be many Taekwondo gyms in the future. I will go through them one by one."
Zhao Canyu's face changed slightly: "What are you going to do before you stop?"
"It's very simple, apologize!" Jiang Muyang said: "This time the Taekwondo gyms that participated in the persecution of the Chinese people must publicly apologize to China, and the amount of compensation should not be less. As long as I apologize, I will stop, otherwise, I will destroy Han City
Go to all Taekwondo gyms! You can tell others about my demands."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
The others hurriedly followed.
"You've hurt someone and you still want to leave?" Yin Renze's eyes showed a ferocious look, and he waved his hand and shouted: "Stop them!"
"Crash!"
The Taekwondo students immediately obeyed the orders and moved.
At this time, Zhao Canyu said: "Let them go."
"teacher!"
Yin Renze looked at him in disbelief.
"Let them go!"
Zhao Canyu raised his voice.
The corners of Yin Renze's mouth twitched twice, as if he was dissatisfied, but he still waved his hands vigorously to ask the people in the Taekwondo gym to get out of the way.
Jiang Muyang and others left in a swaggering manner, leaving behind nearly a hundred angry but helpless Taekwondo students.
"Teacher, are you okay?" Yin Renze looked at Zhao Canyu and asked with concern.
"I'm fine."
Zhao Canyu waved his hands and took two deep breaths. His face looked slightly pale and full of defeat.
He has been in business for fifty or sixty years, and has never failed so miserably.
To be defeated so easily by a man who is old enough to be his grandson!
Is Chinese Kung Fu really that powerful?
Or am I getting old and useless?
Zhao Canyu fell into deep self-doubt.
"Park Sung Hyun, what kind of existence have you provoked..."