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Chapter 232

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"Step back." The middle-aged man ordered his child to step back. His expression froze as he stared at the Southeast Asian man. His aura surged wildly.

"Daddy, you can do it!" The little boy shouted, "Beat him up!"

"You can do it! You can do it! "The Chinese onlookers were also cheering, filled with rage and passion.

"Come!"

The Southeast Asian man lowered his body, his eyes filled with a cold aura. Following that, he exerted strength in both his legs and darted out like a venomous snake!

Just as he was about to reach the middle-aged man, his body tilted to the side and fell diagonally to the ground. With both hands supporting his body, he lashed out with his leg like a whip, aiming for the middle-aged man's face!

His speed was like a cheetah and his strength was astonishing. Moreover, his attacks were decisive and ruthless.

The middle-aged man clenched his fists, one for defense and the other for offense!

Bam!

The fist and leg collided, but the Southeast Asian man's second kick arrived!

The middle-aged man could not help but take a step back.

At that moment, the Southeast Asian man took advantage of the momentum and leaped into the air with both hands. His body curled into a ball, elbows and knees protruding in front of him, forming the strongest attack of the human body. He charged at the middle-aged man like a ball!

Bam!

The middle-aged man could only take advantage of the momentum to block. However, the powerful force caused him to retreat continuously. Moreover, the attacks from his elbows and knees caused his body to feel a stinging pain and numbness in his bones.

The next moment, the Southeast Asian man's attacks did not stop. Like rain falling on a banana leaf, one attack after another.

His attacks were all from his elbows and knees. The combination of the upper and lower parts of his body and the tricky angles forced his opponent to defend against them. Often, his elbows would fall from above while his knees would be raised to attack the abdomen!

That level of attack was extremely powerful. It truly transformed his body into a killing machine. Coupled with the continuous attacks, it was difficult to defend against.

Ye Lingchen's brows twitched slightly, surprised by the moves of Muay Thai.

Unlike Chinese Kungfu, Muay Thai was more direct. There was no such thing as grappling or defending. There was only one word to describe it, and that was to fight!

Moreover, it was not a fist or palm technique. Instead, it was using the hardest part of the body as a weapon. Coupled with the amazing jumping ability and strength, it was definitely an extremely powerful existence in close combat.

The middle-aged man's Kungfu was not bad either. Under that kind of attack, he was still able to stabilize his defense. He took a horse stance and occasionally exchanged a few moves, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Even so, the middle-aged man's disadvantage was obvious.

The Chinese onlookers were silent. Their expressions gradually turned ugly. Chinese Kungfu was being suppressed by Muay Thai.

"Daddy, you can do it!" Only the little boy was still cheering.

As for the people from the other countries, they were just watching the show. Seeing such a fight, they continuously cheered from the side, especially the women, who looked at the Southeast Asian man with sparkling eyes.

"Is that Muay Thai? So powerful! "

"Chinese Kungfu is really just for show. It looks impressive, but when it comes to a real fight, there's no way to fight back."

"Muay Thai is really suitable for fighting. With that elbow, I don't think I could even stand up."

"Ao ao ao! Beating him up is too exciting! "

In the next moment, the Southeast Asian man leapt high into the air. In mid-air, he lunged forward on his knees and pressed down on the middle-aged man!

Bang!

The middle-aged man's legs sank, and his body flew out, almost losing his balance.

Ye Lingchen shook his head. The middle-aged man was about to lose.

He had long noticed that the posture of the middle-aged man's legs was problematic during the fight. Moreover, he rarely used his legs to attack. His legs must have been injured before, causing him to be at a disadvantage right from the start, putting him in a passive position.

That blow earlier was clearly the limit of the middle-aged man's legs.

As expected, after the Southeast Asian man landed, he did a backflip and sent a kick at the middle-aged man from the sky!

Bang!

The middle-aged man's body flew out, landing on his butt.

At that moment, the chicken meat on his body was already red, with many areas swollen. It was obvious that it was caused by the fight earlier.

"Daddy, are you alright?" The little boy immediately ran over.

The middle-aged man shook his head, a hint of loneliness flashing in his eyes. If not for his legs being injured, would he have brought shame to Chinese Kungfu?

"Hehe, Sick Man of East Asia. As expected, you can't even withstand a single blow," the Southeast Asian man said arrogantly, standing proudly in the middle of the field with a victorious attitude.

His words immediately attracted jeers from the other foreigners. The surrounding Chinese people all had ugly expressions on their faces, but they dared not say anything despite their anger.

"Hey, Sick Man of East Asia, I'm talking to you guys! Who's not convinced, step forward! "The Southeast Asian man pointed at the surrounding Chinese people and sneered.

"We're not the Sick Man of East Asia!"

The little boy stared at the Southeast Asian man stubbornly, showing no fear.

"Kid, don't you think so?" The Southeast Asian man laughed with extreme contempt. "Everyone, do you know who China's current idol is?"

"I know!" A blonde foreign lady said. As she spoke, she even took out an iPad. On it was Wu Han's photo.

"They're all admiring this man." The lady laughed, her laughter filled with contempt. "A woman like me can take on three men like him. For China to worship such a man, what is it if not the Sick Man of East Asia?"

Following that, she pulled up some of Wu Han's videos. All of them were flirting and dancing coquettishly.

"Hahaha, this is a man?"

"F * ck! I would've thought it was a woman if you didn't mention it. Have Chinese men degenerated? "

"F * ck! How can a country worship such a person as an idol? They're indeed a sick man! "

"I can't believe there's such a beautiful man in this world. I'm very sensual!"

"I know. He's a sissy. He's extremely popular in China and many Chinese girls like him!"

"How sad, how lamentable!"



The ear-piercing discussions and mockery came wave after wave, leaving the Chinese people flushed with embarrassment and speechless.

"Sick Man of East Asia! Sick Man of East Asia! Sick Man of East Asia! "

At that moment, apart from the Chinese people, everyone else was shouting. Sick Man of East Asia was tailor-made for them!

"We're not the Sick Man of East Asia!" The little boy's face was flushed red. "We have many powerful people in China too. We worship Superhero Y, but they're not here today."

"Pfft!"

His words immediately caused many people to laugh out loud. Many foreigners even doubled over in laughter.

"Superhero? Does China have one? "

"I've only heard of Iron Man, Spiderman, and Captain America. I've never heard of a superhero in China."

"Are you dreaming? China doesn't have any superheroes and Chinese Kungfu is rubbish. The Sick Man of East Asia loves to dream. "

"Could China's superheroes be a group of sissies? Scary, scary! "

The merciless mockery left the Chinese people hanging their heads, unable to lift them up …

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