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Chapter 19 Violent beat stick master!

silence!

Deathly silence!

Everyone stared blankly at Zhao Dalong who had been knocked down to the ground, and they couldn't react for a while.

What is this!
thump--

As soon as Zhao Dalong's body fell to the ground, Qin Yang rushed over, and his hard fists fell on the opponent's face like raindrops.Under the pain, Zhao Dalong covered his face with both arms, waiting for an opportunity to resist.

And Qin Yang's fist moved to his chest again.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

There was a sound of beating flesh, and everyone who heard it was terrified.

"I admit defeat! I admit defeat!"

Zhao Dalong, who was beaten helplessly, finally couldn't hold on any longer, and quickly endured the severe pain and yelled.He was afraid that if he continued the fight, he would really die.

Qin Yang stopped his fist and looked at Zhao Dalong with a face of fear with a smile: "Are you admitting defeat?"

"Yes, yes, I admit defeat!"

Zhao Dalong didn't care about his image anymore, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

As soon as he left, he felt pain all over his body, especially his chest felt like his bones were broken.Then there was a sweetness in his mouth, and he couldn't help but spit out a big mouthful of blood.

"Oh, you are too weak. You vomited blood before I hit it hard. Is Taekwondo just such rubbish?"

Qin Yang pretended to be surprised and said.

The corners of Zhao Dalong's mouth twitched, looking at the blood spitting out on the ground, his face became a little paler, and he said with a wry smile: "My eyes are clumsy, I didn't see that you are an expert, I lost this competition, I am convinced!"

After finishing speaking, he laboriously got up from the ground and slowly walked back to the sidelines.

Every time he took a step, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the martial arts hall was quiet.

Almost everyone looked at Qin Yang who was standing with his hands behind his back in shock, his face full of disbelief.

"Wing Chun, a master of martial arts."

Leng Ruoxi's eyes were bright, and she said softly: "I didn't expect such a master to be hidden in our school. I just missed it just now. Could it be that he has reached the realm of returning to the original?"

Tong Lele next to her completely showed the appearance of a nympho, with a small mouth slightly open, and her eyes glowing with love: "So handsome! Ten thousand times more handsome than a Korean Oppa! No, I Must be his girlfriend!"

Meng Yutong, who was in the crowd not far away, had a complicated pretty face.

She stared blankly at Qin Yang in the field, bit her lips lightly with her white teeth, and there was a strange look in her soft eyes.

"Who else is not convinced, just come and challenge!"

Qin Yang said coldly.

After scanning the members of the taekwondo club, everyone lowered their heads subconsciously, not daring to look at each other.

Qin Yang fixed his eyes on Jin Youyuan, and taunted him, "Bangzi, don't you want to get back in the game?"

Jin Youyuan's tone was low: "The victory and defeat have been decided, there is no need to compete anymore."

Qin Yang said lightly: "I can let you have a chance to challenge me, how about it? You must not refuse, if you refuse, it proves that you are afraid, and it also proves that your Taekwondo is not as good as Huaxia Guoshu! "

Jin Youyuan's pupils shrank, he was silent for a few seconds, got up and walked to the middle of the venue, facing Qin Yang.

"I don't know much about Wing Chun. I only know that this boxing was created by a woman named Yan Wing Chun, so it is also a boxing practiced by women."

Hearing the other party's insinuating sarcasm, Qin Yang didn't get angry, and said lightly: "China's national art is aimed at all people, and there is no distinction between men and women. It doesn't matter whether it's a woman's fist or a man's fist, killing people is the priority!"

"rational."

Jin Youyuan nodded, with his fists stretched across his chest, he said lightly, "In this case, let's start. I want to see how powerful a woman's fist is."

After finishing speaking, the figure flashed, and the whole person had already rushed over.

Taekwondo focuses on leg skills. When Jin Youyuan rushed forward, one leg swept towards Qin Yang's ear.The sharp attack was obviously much stronger than Zhao Dalong's, and there was even a crisp sound in the air.

Snapped!
Qin Yang blocked it with his arm and took a step back. Feeling the tingling pain from his arm, he was secretly surprised: "What a strong leg!"

Over there, Jin Youyuan was also very surprised to see that Qin Yang had caught his leg, but the speed of his feet was even more violent. A series of kicks did not give Qin Yang any chance to fight back, and it was as violent as a storm.

"Be careful not to let him take the lead!"

After a few rounds, Leng Ruoxi on the sidelines saw that Qin Yang had been at a disadvantage, so she couldn't help but remind her.

The corner of Qin Yang's lips curled up, and the toe of his right toe drew a semicircle on the ground. His body rotated to Jin Youyuan's side at an incredible angle. A fist was like a bullet, leaving an afterimage in the air and hitting the opponent's armpit. go.

Fist like a knife!

Jin Youyuan was startled suddenly, the entire spine was pushed down suddenly, and the hairs all over his body stood on end!
Kick it out!
Snapped!
The sound of two people's flesh and blood colliding.

Jin Youyuan felt as if his leg had been knocked down on a steel plate, and he almost cried out in pain.He took a few steps back, lifted his trousers, and found that his calf was swollen, and the blood was congealed together, turning purple and black.

"Extraordinary boxing!"

Jin Youyuan gasped.

At this time, Qin Yang rushed over again.

Jin Youyuan, who was at a disadvantage, immediately fell into a passive position of being beaten, and quickly raised his arms to block his face and chest, with left and right blocks.

"Your taekwondo is just like that."

Qin Yang showed disdain, and suddenly spoke.

When Jin Youyuan was in a daze, Qin Yang bent his knees, missed his body, and kicked the opponent's calf joint with his left leg like a cannonball.

"Crack!"

Then the sound of bone cracking resounded!
Jin Youyuan let out a scream, and knelt down in front of Qin Yang, gasping for air while hugging his calf, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead like rain beans.

This battle, he lost!
The field was quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Everyone who watched this scene felt chills down their spines, and looked at Qin Yang with more or less fear.

Zhao Dalong twitched his face when he saw his senior brother's defeat so badly, and hurried up to check the injury.When he saw that Jin Youyuan's calf was broken, he took a breath of cold air.

"Is there anyone else to challenge?"

Qin Yang looked at the members of the Taekwondo club.

Seeing the terrified faces of the members, Qin Yang raised his voice and said:
"I am a big country of China, with hundreds of generations of martial arts, how can it be compared to a small country! You go to learn their martial arts, I have no objection, and I don't feel disgusted. But you shouldn't mock and insult the essence passed down from your ancestors! As a Chinese People, be the soul of China!"

No one spoke in the martial arts club. The members of the martial arts club blushed one by one, looking at Qin Yang with admiration and admiration, feeling excited!

Most of those members of the taekwondo club lowered their heads with shame on their faces.Some even entertained the idea of ​​joining a martial arts club.

The most unacceptable thing at this moment is Qi Zhengcheng.

He originally thought that this time's plan would definitely defeat Leng Ruoxi, but he didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to come out halfway.Moreover, the Korean taekwondo master he hired with a lot of money was kicked and broke his leg. How does this make him explain to the opponent's martial arts gym?

Looking at Qin Yang in the field, the anger in Qi Zhengcheng's underwear slowly condensed to the extreme, as if his whole body was placed in a stove.

"I***!"

Qi Zhengcheng, who was burned out of his reason by anger, suddenly picked up a chair next to him, and threw it towards Qin Yang.

boom!
Before the chair got close to Qin Yang, it fell apart.

Before Qi Zhengcheng could react, Qin Yang's figure suddenly flew over, and then there was a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and his body flew upside down.

"Rubbish!"

Looking at Qi Zhengcheng, who was curled up on the ground and spitting acid water, Qin Yang spat out two words coldly.

(End of this chapter)