Tianting WeChat Spokesperson

Chapter 296
Everyone has to admit that the Goryeo stick in front of them is indeed very powerful.

His aura can overwhelm everyone.

"Are you the one who defeated my colleagues last time?"

Song Zhongying's voice had a hint of magnetism, but his eyes couldn't conceal the fighting spirit. He looked at Ye Lin coldly and said:

"His Taekwondo is just getting started. Today, I will let you have a taste of what the real Korean Taekwondo is!"

"ah!"

As he spoke, he yelled loudly, deafeningly, and at the same time, Gao kicked his legs and slashed fiercely in the air, drawing a shocking arc.

boom--

A powerful force tore through the air, forming a crescent-shaped force, blasting nearly one meter out of thin air.

The hard marble tiles also cracked a gap of one meter because of his kick.

The shocking momentum made everyone on the scene hold their breath, and most of them saw the inner strength released for the first time.

They felt that this taekwondo was so terrifying.

clap clap-

When George saw this, he couldn't help clapping his hands. He could tell that the kick just now had reached a very high level.

He smiled and said, "Sir, your taekwondo is very good. It has surpassed the limit of the human body and reached the mastery of qi, which is very good."

"Mr. George, thank you for your compliment." Song Zhongying had a smug smile on his face, then looked at Ye Lin provocatively, and said:

"May I ask if your martial arts school dares to accept my challenge. Of course, if you are afraid, it is still too late."

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at Ye Lin, secretly worried about Ye Lin. It was hard for them to imagine what would happen if that kick fell on someone.

Although, they also hope that Huaxia Wushu can win.

However, what Song Zhongying showed just now has surpassed that of a normal person.

Ye Lin is afraid to lose!

"Mr. Song!"

Wang Jianshu smiled faintly, walked out, looked at Song Zhongying, and said with a smile: "Since you are here to challenge, we welcome you very much. We can do whatever you want to challenge, please mark it down."

As he spoke, he glanced at the wooden dummy not far away from him. This wooden dummy is made of pure mahogany and probably weighs more than 100 kilograms.

He frowned, and said: "Since we want to learn from each other, this wooden dummy is too much in the way!"

boom--

As he said, he slapped his palm in the air, and a wave of internal energy emanated from his palm, splitting against the chassis of the wooden dummy.

The wooden dummy immediately landed on the ground and moved five or six meters away.

Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw it. The strength of this 'Split Kong Palm', besides, is a few hundred catties, right?

Compared with Song Zhongying, I don't know who is better!

At the same time, they admired Wang Jianshu even more and were full of confidence.

"Huh?!" George couldn't help being surprised when he saw it. Although he knew that Wang Jianshu was pretty good, he didn't expect him to be so good.

He hurriedly said: "Why didn't Mr. Wang say that he has such a powerful force before?"

"Mr. George." After listening to Ye Lin's report, Wang Jianshu looked at George, smiled, and said:

"In China, humility is a virtue. There are only some small countries that don't know that kicking the gym in China is a life-and-death enmity, and they like to kick the gym casually."

"However, we Chinese people, of course, have the minds of Chinese people. Therefore, every time a clown comes out, we will give in. Otherwise, we will be killed accidentally, saying that we are a big country bullying a small country."

"You—" Song Zhongying is a Huaxia expert, so he naturally understood Wang Jianshu's ironic words.

At the same time, Ye Lin spoke these words to George in English.

After hearing this, George couldn't help but nodded, and said: "I have also heard people say that there are many hidden masters in the Chinese fighting world. They don't like to show their faces, and they don't like to let the world know about them. It seems that Mr. Wang He is also such a master."

"Mr. George." Song Zhongying's face was so gloomy that he was about to water, he looked at George with dissatisfaction, and said:
"Whether Mr. Wang is a master or not, we will have to wait for our competition to find out. It is too early to draw conclusions."

"Hehe..." George smiled and did not speak. He had already seen that no matter who was stronger or weaker, Song Zhongying was not as good as Wang Jianshu in life.

Ye Lin took a step forward, waved his hand, and said, "Since you are here to kick the hall, let me, the eldest disciple, pick you up first."

He looked at Wang Jianshu and said with a smile, "Master, do you think it's okay for the disciples to come first?"

"Of course there is no problem." Wang Jianshu nodded, of course he knew that Ye Lin's strength was still higher than his.

Moreover, Ye Lin stood up as a disciple. Once he won, he would be even more unpredictable, which would be of great help to the reputation of their martial arts school.

"Presumptuous!" Song Zhongying was furious, staring fiercely at Ye Lin's master and apprentice, and shouted:
"You guys are going too far! I'm here to challenge your pavilion masters, please leave me alone!"

"Have you become angry from embarrassment?" Ye Lin smiled, looked at Song Zhongying disdainfully, and said calmly:

"I remember that you also practice taekwondo to adjust your mentality. Why, you are also a person who has reached the master level of taekwondo. Your mood is so bad. When you meet a real master, how do you fight?"

When Song Zhongying heard this, his face became more serious. He really lost his composure today, mainly because Ye Lin and Wang Jianshu were angry.

He took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, and said calmly: "Okay, since you want to challenge me beyond your means, then I will give you a chance!"

"Mr. Ye, I hope you won't let me down." George raised his hand at the side and said with a smile, "Any of your performances is within the scope of my evaluation."

"it is good."

Ye Lin turned around and gestured to George, then looked at Song Zhongying, hooked him provocatively, and said:
"Bangzi, how do you fight?"

"Jin Shuo, first try his depth." Song Zhongying also felt that she should not act immediately after hearing Ye Lin's words.

So, as soon as he turned around, he winked at a young man in his 20s beside him, and said:
"I've already inquired. Mr. Ye has a delicate body, so don't use too heavy a hand."

"Yes, Senior Brother Song." Park Jinshuo bowed and nodded, then walked out and came to Ye Lin.

All eyes are on them, this is already a matter of the reputation of Huaxia and Korea.

Everyone is nervous.

Park Jinshuo looked at Ye Lin, saluted, and said, "I'm Pu Jinshuo, a [-]th degree black belt."

When Ye Lin heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up. It turned out that in the eyes of the public, the ninth-degree black belt is already the highest level in Taekwondo.

But in fact, the nine-dan black belt only represents the level of reaching the peak of Ming Jin.

When using a special training method to cultivate internal energy in their bodies and can send it out through their feet, they have reached the tenth level of black belt.

This can also be understood as a super black segment.

"Oh, hello, I'm Ye Lin, with a white belt in martial arts." Ye Lin also bowed, but what he said caught everyone's attention.

There is no such thing as a black and white belt in martial arts, not to mention, with Ye Lin's strength, how could it be a white belt.

He was deliberately mocking the other party for not even being able to compare with martial arts Xiaobai.

"Please stop joking, Mr. Ye."

Of course Park Jinshuo understood Ye Lin's words, his eyes froze, he roared, and kicked him tentatively like thunder.

There is a huge amount of internal energy in his feet, if it weighs hundreds of kilograms, it can shatter the internal organs of an ordinary person with one kick.

Everyone watching from the side felt their scalps go numb.

"Haha, this Mr. Park Jinshuo may not have eaten, and his strength seems to be a little weak."

Ye Lin smiled, and punched Park Jinshuo's instep. It was simple and direct, but it made people feel that he was beyond his control.

"court death!"

Park Jinshuo sneered. He felt that Ye Lin was stupid. With this kick, the opponent's hand would be disabled.

However, disabled is disabled!
boom--

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a severe pain from the back of his foot. Then, he lost his center of gravity. With a slap, he fell to the ground, his nose hit the ground heavily, and blood flowed out immediately.

"Ah—" After a second, he let out a hoarse cry, and the pain in his back of his foot made him almost faint, as if broken.

"Pull him back!"

Song Zhongying frowned, he could see that the strength of Ye Lin's fists and the ability to resist blows were beyond his imagination.

With a wave of his hand, he asked his companion to pull Park Jinshuo back to his side, and checked Park Jinshuo's instep, which was very swollen.

With a light pinch, Park Jinshuo let out a cry like a pig being killed.

"Broken?!" Song Zhongying was shocked, and broke Park Jinshuo's instep with just one punch, which was somewhat unacceptable to him.

You must know that people who practice Taekwondo have a very strong ability to resist blows with their feet.

Ye Lin bumped into the foot of a taekwondo master with his fist, and he even gained the upper hand.

He comforted Park Jinshuo, then came to Ye Lin, and said coldly: "Mr. Ye, you are too ruthless, you may ruin his lifelong dream."

"Ha!" Ye Lin couldn't help laughing, looked at Song Zhongying who was as shameless as them in Korea with disdain, and said:

"I have heard a lot about the shameless nature of your country, but this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes. Mr. Song opened my eyes."

"Mr. Ye, I won't argue with you more." Song Zhongying stretched his muscles and took a step forward. The powerful aura radiated out, making people's breathing stagnate.

He looked at Ye Lin, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and said:
"Since I'm here to challenge, then I will respect you and do my best."

boom--

After he finished speaking, he kicked sideways like a cannonball, carrying a strong inner strength, and blasted to Ye Lin in the blink of an eye.

But Ye Lin reacted in the first time, and dodged to the side, urging hundreds of catties of force, blasting from the side to Song Zhongying's left knee.

Song Zhongying was not in a hurry, it seemed that he had planned a long time ago, and immediately changed his moves, with a sharp side kick with his right foot, it had already reached Ye Lin's chin.

Ye Lin made a backhand palm, the speed was faster than Song Zhongying expected, with a loud bang, Song Zhongying's instep was slapped hard by Ye Lin.

"Ah—" Song Zhongying let out a scream.

(End of this chapter)