"Superhero Y?" The corner of the Southeast Asian man's mouth curled into a mocking smile. He slowly walked to the little boy's stall and looked at the various superhero items on display. He then picked up Y's mask. "Is it this one?"
Following that, he threw the mask on the ground and stepped on it!
"Chinese Kungfu isn't good and your superhero is trash. Where is he? Come out if you dare!" The Southeast Asian man laughed and kicked the mask away.
The little boy immediately ran over with tears rolling down his face. He picked up the mask on the ground and used his hand to wipe the footprint on the mask.
At that moment, all the Chinese people were silent. They were filled with anger but could only hate themselves for being useless.
"In the future, don't come here and show off your inferior Chinese Kungfu. I'll beat you up every time I see you!" The Southeast Asian man snorted at the middle-aged man.
Right then, a figure slowly walked to the little boy and stood in front of him.
The little boy raised his teary eyes and choked, "Big brother, it's you."
Ye Lingchen patted the little boy's head and took Y's mask from him. "You're right. China has superheroes too. Remember to keep it a secret for big brother. Can you give this mask to me?"
The little boy nodded blankly.
Ye Lingchen slowly put the mask on his head. His voice was calm, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "Hey, I heard someone's looking for me?"
It was a calm voice without any sadness or joy. However, under such circumstances, it made everyone's heart skip a beat and they turned around.
They saw a man wearing Y's mask standing beside the crying little boy.
That person looked very ordinary and had a mask on. It was impossible to tell what he looked like, but at that moment, he exuded a unique aura that no one dared to underestimate.
"Looking for you?" The Southeast Asian man was slightly taken aback. "You're Y?"
"I'm just one of them. However, since I heard that you look down on Chinese Kungfu, I can't help but want to teach you a lesson." Ye Lingchen slowly raised his leg. "After all, I practice Chinese Kungfu."
"You, you're … Actor Y?" Finally, a Chinese person in the crowd asked tentatively.
Ye Lingchen turned around. No one could see his face, but they could feel that he was smiling.
"It's really Actor Y?!"
"F * ck! Why is he here? This is such a pleasant surprise! "
"Ahhh, he's my idol!"
"Can he beat that Southeast Asian?"
"Did you forget? Y can fight a wolf with his bare hands. His Kung Fu is definitely strong!"
…
The crowd immediately went into an uproar. All the Chinese people looked at Ye Lingchen expectantly.
As for the others, they were frowning slightly. The foreigners exchanged glances with each other and looked at Ye Lingchen in confusion.
Was that … China's superhero?
Immortal?
"Acting mysterious!" The Southeast Asian man looked at Ye Lingchen and curled his lips in disdain. "You know Chinese Kungfu too?"
Ye Lingchen nodded noncommittally and extended three fingers. "Three moves."
The Southeast Asian frowned and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"
"Three moves and I'll make you kneel down and apologize to Chinese Kungfu!" It was still a calm voice, but it caused the hearts of all the Chinese present to race and their faces to flush.
Too domineering!
It was too exciting!
As expected of Y!
The foreigners were in an uproar.
“who
is
he？”
"What is he talking about? Is that even possible? "
"The Chinese are good at talking. They're good at bragging."
"Is this Y trying to imitate our Spiderman? fuck！”
The Southeast Asian man's expression was extremely gloomy. His eagle-like eyes stared straight at Ye Lingchen, a hint of viciousness flashing through his eyes. He half-squatted down and got into a fighting stance. "Within three moves, I'll make you kneel and beg for mercy!"
Ye Lingchen stood with his hands behind his back, as if he did not care about the Southeast Asian man at all. A gust of wind blew past, making the atmosphere in the arena even more solemn and cold.
"You're asking for it!"
The Southeast Asian man roared and charged at Ye Lingchen.
Halfway through his charge, the Southeast Asian man leaped into the air and pounced at Ye Lingchen. When he arrived in front of Ye Lingchen, he raised his elbow and struck at Ye Lingchen's face!
That strike borrowed the force of his momentum and the strength of his entire body. Coupled with the strength of his elbow, it was definitely a killer move. It would be difficult to block it, and if Ye Lingchen were to dodge, he would be the target of the Southeast Asian man's subsequent barrage of attacks.
"Still not moving?"
"Is this Chinese man scared out of his wits?"
"Y, do your best! I know that those who can be called Y must be amazing!"
"Don't let us fans down!"
At that moment, everyone had their own thoughts. They looked at the motionless Ye Lingchen with a complicated gaze.
The Southeast Asian man looked at the approaching Ye Lingchen. His pupils shrunk to the size of a needle, and the corner of his mouth curled into a bloodthirsty arc, as if he could see Ye Lingchen's miserable state the next moment.
When his elbow was only half a foot away from Ye Lingchen's face, Ye Lingchen moved!
It was a simple punch, but it was as fast as lightning. Coming from behind, everyone could only see a blur. That punch collided with the Southeast Asian man's elbow at an unimaginable speed!
Crack!
An ear-piercing sound rang in everyone's ears, causing their scalps to go numb and goosebumps to rise all over their bodies.
The Southeast Asian man's body immediately flew backward. His entire arm hung limply, and the bones at his elbow were completely shattered!
"This … How is this possible?!"
Everyone's eyes could not help but widen. They were so shocked that they could not speak a word.
Many of the foreigners' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Their mouths were wide open, unable to close for a long time.
It was just a punch, a fist against the opponent's elbow, yet it had shattered the Southeast Asian man's elbow!
One should know that the elbow was the hardest part of the human body. Generally speaking, a fist would definitely not be as strong as the elbow, let alone the Southeast Asian man's elbow. It was probably harder than a rock.
However, with just one punch, the Southeast Asian man was utterly defeated!
Be it speed or strength, it had completely subverted everyone's understanding.
"Again!"
The Southeast Asian man's eyes were bloodshot, looking at Ye Lingchen in disbelief. Both of his legs stomped on the ground, and with a frenzy, both of his knees were aimed at Ye Lingchen.
Ye Lingchen remained standing with his hands behind his back. Similarly, he raised his leg. Accompanied by the howling of the wind, it was as if he was stepping on the Southeast Asian man's knees!
Crack!
Another sound of bones cracking could be heard. The Southeast Asian man's legs fell straight to the ground. Both his knees … were kneeling on the ground!
"You!" The Southeast Asian man looked up at Ye Lingchen. His entire body was trembling, and the intense pain caused beads of sweat to form on his forehead.
He wanted to stand up, but with both of his legs dislocated, he could only remain kneeling. The direction he was kneeling at was the Chinese Kungfu plaque that he had kicked into pieces!
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