Chapter 1309
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"How come I've never seen him before?"
Song Ying tilted her head and looked at the ring curiously.
"What do you mean?"
"You don't know, but I know all the reputable martial artists in Haibin City. I also know the number of people who come here for the league tournament every year. But this person … Look at his protruding mouth and monkey cheeks, I've never seen him before. "
"You don't have any impression at all?"
"No, could it be that he's a new martial artist?"
Song Ying thought about it, "But … Recently, I haven't heard of any martial arts schools moving here from other places. Over here, when a new master comes, we have to go to each martial arts school to pay our respects. This is the rule. "
"So that's how it is. However, it could be that he's just like me, a passerby."
"That's also possible. Let's wait and see."
The host announced the start of the competition, and the protruding mouth and monkey cheeks immediately shouted.
"Stop talking nonsense! To tell you the truth, I'm not some retarded martial artist! "
His shout attracted the attention of the surrounding people. They thought to themselves, "Who is this person? How can he speak so arrogantly in this martial arts tournament?"
"Huaxia's martial arts are nothing more than flowery yet impractical sissy martial arts! I've been practicing karate in Japan since I was a child. This is the skill for fighting! "
The man had dyed his hair yellow and looked arrogant, as if he was insufferably arrogant.
"F * ck your mother's ass!"
"What kind of dog are you? Get down here quickly!"
The man's rude behavior immediately angered the surrounding martial artists and the audience. Haibin City was a place where martial arts were the norm. At this time, an ignorant man appeared and scolded Chinese martial arts. Wasn't this equivalent to attracting hatred?
"Humph!"
The yellow-haired man looked at the shouting people around him and sneered. He directly turned around and kicked the flagpole hanging the seaside league flag!
"Did you see that, idiots from your country."
The yellow-haired man's face was full of pride.
"How dare you! Lawless! "
"F * ck your ancestors!"
"What right do you have to insult Huaxia martial arts? What country? Aren't you Chinese?"
The surrounding people scolded even louder, but the yellow-haired man crossed his arms and mocked, "A group of ignorant and backward people. If you have the ability, come and fight with me. If anyone can defeat me, I will admit that your Chinese martial arts are indeed good and apologize to you personally. If not, you have to admit that Chinese martial arts are trash! Don't practice this stupid thing in the future! "
Song Ying was also infuriated. The young lady's entire body was trembling. She bit her lips so hard that they turned purple. Her ponytail swayed back and forth.
"I'm going to beat this idiot up!"
"There's no rush."
Li Fan was much more shrewd than her, so even though he was angry, he could endure it and see what would happen next.
"Your Excellency, you sure talk big!"
At this moment, a cold voice came from the side. There was an indescribable elegance and pride in his voice.
Everyone turned their heads in the direction of the voice, and joy immediately filled their hearts.
The one who spoke was a handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was wearing a white martial arts uniform with his arms crossed. The words "True Dragon Gymnasium" were printed on his back.
"Aiya, it's Brother Liang!"
When Song Ying saw this man, she was also very happy. She couldn't help but clap her hands. "He's not happy. It looks like that kid is done for!"
"Big Brother Liang? Who is he? "
Li Fan was curious.
"He's the champion of our league five times in a row!"
Song Ying looked at the young man with admiration, her eyes sparkling again. "Who in Haibin City doesn't know his name? The master of True Dragon Gymnasium, the successor of True Dragon Swift Kick, Liang Guobiao! "
"Is this person very powerful?"
Li Fan asked.
"He's more than powerful. His True Dragon Swift Kick is simply a godly skill!"
Song Ying was very envious as she talked about it. "All the martial artists in Haibin City follow his lead. I just don't know if the Seven Heroes Fist that you guys learn is stronger than Brother Liang and Chief Liang's True Dragon Swift Kick. "
"Our Seven Heroes Fist is powerful, but it has its shortcomings."
Li Fan was modest. "The world's martial arts are broad and profound. Even the small Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Saber Technique has its subtleties! I'd like to see how powerful Chief Liang's True Dragon Swift Kick is. "
"If Brother Liang wants to make a move, you and I will both be lucky enough to see it!"
"Then do you think Brother Liang will make a move?"
"That's hard to say. Let's see the strength of this yellow-haired guy first! Maybe he's just bragging! "
Song Ying looked down on this yellow-haired guy. It wasn't just her. Everyone here was unhappy with this yellow-haired guy and wished they could go up and give him two slaps.
"Liang Guobiao?"
The yellow-haired guy glanced at the master of True Dragon Gymnasium with a face full of sarcasm. "I heard that your True Dragon Swift Kick is quite powerful. I wonder if it's just an undeserved reputation. Why don't you come up and let me have a look?"
"Since you want to see my True Dragon Swift Kick, that's fine."
Liang Guobiao was also a bit shrewd. After hearing this, although his expression was cold, he was not angry.
"Hey, Brother Liang, there's no need for you to make a move on this little bastard. Leave it to me!"
A middle-aged man in a red martial arts uniform said. He pressed his palm on the arena and immediately jumped up, standing in front of the yellow-haired guy.
"Oh, it's Uncle Wu! He's the successor of the Iron Thread Fist. He was also in the top four last year. He's quite powerful! "
Song Ying was very familiar with the people who practiced martial arts in Haibin City.
"Well, it's good to let him be the vanguard."
"Hey, how could it be the vanguard!"
Song Ying reminded Li Fan. "Uncle Wu is very powerful! I can't even take three moves from his Iron Thread Fist! "
"Oh, so powerful?"
Li Fan's interest was slightly aroused, but the yellow-haired guy didn't seem to care. He hooked his finger at Uncle Wu. "Old man, you think you can fight with me? Go home and buy groceries!"
"Brat, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know your place!"
"Your countrymen are stupid."
The yellow-haired guy curled his lips. "If you want to die, then come."
Uncle Wu immediately jumped over. His arms were wrapped with iron wire and steel rings. He rubbed them a few times and smashed them down on the yellow-haired guy's head.
"Clang!"
The yellow-haired guy raised his foot and forcefully broke the iron wire and steel rings wrapped around Uncle Wu's wrist. Uncle Wu was also forced to take two steps back. His face was pale and his arms were sore. He couldn't even muster the slightest bit of strength.
"Old bastard, go down!"
The yellow-haired guy took a step forward and slapped Uncle Wu's chest. The slap caused Uncle Wu to spit out a mouthful of blood. He flew out of the arena and fell heavily to the ground.
"Oh my god …."
"This guy is so powerful …."
The surroundings were in a mess.
"Everyone, don't panic. Call the ambulance team!"
Liang Guobiao was very calm. He gave the order and the surroundings quietened down. The medical team on the side also hurriedly carried Uncle Wu away.
"The people from your country are really trash."
The yellow-haired guy sneered again and again. "Is there anyone else who dares to spar with me?"
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