Tianting WeChat Spokesperson

Chapter 297
Song Zhongying felt terrible pain, which was passed on the back of her foot, and she broke out in cold sweat.

But, fortunately, he has inner strength to protect his body, otherwise, he would end up like Park Jinshuk.

"roll!"

He yelled loudly and exerted all his strength, the instep of his foot was like a spring, and he shot straight at Ye Lin's chin.

Ye Lin dodged easily, and hit Song Zhongying hard on the same instep with a backhand.

Snapped!
"Ah—" Song Zhongying uttered a shrill cry again, and stepped back a few steps, with her toes resting on the ground, trembling all the time.

He didn't expect Ye Lin to be so powerful.

It seems that only the last attack can be carried out.

He sneered, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and then, the inner strength of his whole body gathered at his feet.

Taekwondo esoteric · whirlwind roundabout kick.

boom--

His whole body was like an arrow, and he burst into Ye Lin's body. The moment he was about to touch Ye Lin, his body spun wildly under the urging of his inner strength.

Waves of inner strength, like blades, spun out of his feet, and each strike ruthlessly swept towards Ye Lin.

The internal strength of the spin kick he sent covers a large area and is very fast, Ye Lin has no way to dodge.

"It seems to be a big move!"

The corner of Ye Lin's mouth twitched, and in the next moment, he knew that since he couldn't avoid it, he could only face it head-on.

bang bang bang...

A worrisome shock came from Ye Lin's body, and the fierce inner strength struck him.

He took a few steps back.

"It's over!" Song Zhongying had strong self-confidence on his face. He knew that unless he was a master whose internal strength surpassed his, otherwise, if he was hit by this move, even if he didn't die, he would have to lie down in the hospital for a few days. It's been a month.

He clapped his hands and said with a sneer, "The end of overreaching is..."

His voice hadn't finished speaking, his crowd's cheers hadn't ended, and everyone's expressions of regret hadn't subsided yet.

There was an exclamation on the spot.

"It's you who overestimate your own strength."

Under everyone's surprised eyes, Ye Lin put down the hand that was blocking the opponent's internal round kick, and looked at Song Zhongying lightly, with a hint of ridicule:
"Your inner strength is not enough for me to break the defense, so, are you pretending to be too early?"

"You—" Song Zhongying was extremely surprised, his momentum suddenly weakened, and he took a few steps back.

He sensed a hint of danger.

boom--

And at this moment, Ye Lin's body suddenly flew like a cannonball, and he came to Song Zhongying in the blink of an eye.

A punch, bang, a simple and direct straight punch, hitting Song Zhongying's chest.

"not good!"

Song Zhongying was shocked, how could he dare to be negligent, he quickly raised his hands to block, bang, a huge force hit his arm.

Kaka…

The arm under the protection of the inner strength still suffered a terrible shock, the inner strength was shattered, and the bones of the hand were broken.

boom!
Song Zhongying's body flew half a meter in the air, and then landed heavily on the ground, screaming and rolling on the ground continuously.

"Master Song!" Seeing this, Cyclone Tiger and the others froze for ten seconds, then quickly walked up to check Song Zhongying's situation.

Song Zhongying's eyes are bloodshot now, and his body is shaking with pain.

In terms of physical fitness, it is the peak of the master level, and it cannot be compared with Ye Lin who has undergone two mutations.

His arm was broken, and his life in martial arts and fighting was almost gloomy.

He yelled like crazy, and his voice resounded throughout the martial arts hall, but no one sympathized with him.

"My master said before that kicking the gymnasium is a life-and-death enmity for us Chinese people."

Ye Lin looked at Song Zhongying, who was in pain and distorted on the ground, and said without any emotion:

"I just broke your hand and didn't beat you to death. This is already the greatest tolerance for you."

"The surname Ye, do you know that Song Zhongying's status in Korea, you broke his arm, can you bear the consequences?" Whirlwind Tiger's heart was trembling, you know, this time he was the one who accepted the kick. Song Zhongying was urged to come by someone who asked for it.

Song Zhongying has an accident now, and he can't get rid of it.

He looked at Ye Lin and roared, "This time, you killed us all, you bastard!"

Snapped--

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the whole person drew a parabola in the air, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

His face was swollen by Ye Lin's slap, and his teeth spurted out of his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He covered his face and looked at Ye Lin angrily.

"Let me tell you, no foreigner can show off his power in my martial arts gym."

Ye Lin looked at Whirlwind Tiger with disdain, "At the same time, he must not have any special status. Don't tell me anything, I don't need to know how influential he is."

"You go."

At this time, Wang Jianshu stood up, waved his hand to the whirlwind tiger, and said lightly:
"Kicking the gymnasium should have the awareness of life and death. Broken hands and feet were common in the previous generation. While he is still freshly injured, taking him to the hospital may be able to save him."

"You wait for me, you will regret it!" Whirlwind Tiger threw down a cruel sentence, and hurriedly led people to carry Song Zhongying and Park Jinshuo away.

The kicking event came to an end, there was continuous cheering at first, and after they dispersed, they were all excitedly talking about Ye Lin's sparring just now.

A casual punch can send a person flying so high, and a slap can send a person flying several meters away.

They are really envious of such ability, and they have more and more confidence in Huwei Martial Arts Hall.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Ye, you let me see a real fight. The fight just now was really exciting."

George clapped his hands excitedly. He was just a jiu-jitsu fighter at the dark level. According to their classification, he was just an advanced fighter.

Therefore, he looks up to master fighters.

He smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Ye is a master fighter. I tried to fight you in vain before. I'm so sorry."

"Need not."

Ye Lin waved his hand and said, "We hope to participate in the World Fighter Competition, and I hope George can help us think of a way."

George looked at Ye Lin, smiled, and said, "Mr. Ye, since this is the case, let me tell you seriously about the World Fighter Championship."

"Okay, thank you, this way please." Ye Lin made an invitation gesture, and together with Wang Jianshu, invited George to return to the meeting room again.

Wang Fan quickly went to fetch a set of top-quality Dahongpao Kungfu tea to entertain George.

"Tea is one of the best things in China, and what I drink today should be the best of the best."

George seemed to taste the tea, looking very professional. He took a deep breath, as if he could feel the rich fragrance of the tea.

He took a sip in enjoyment, with an expression of enjoyment, and then opened his eyes, looked at the three of Ye Lin, and said:

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Ye, I wonder if you have heard of the classification of world fighters?"

"I understand a little bit, but not comprehensively." Wang Jianshu hastily said politely.

"Then let me tell you." George's view of Ye Lin and the others seemed to have changed a lot, so that he spoke very politely, and tried his best to answer Ye Lin's doubts.

He laughed:
"Our Fighters Association divides fighters in the world into six levels: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, Master, Grandmaster, and Super Grandmaster. Among these six levels, we divide each level into five sections. "

"For example, me." Pointing at himself, he said with air, "I'm an advanced five-dan fighter."

He looked at Ye Lin again, and said, "If I'm not wrong, your strength should be between the third and fifth masters, and I can't fully judge it."

"Almost." Ye Lin thought, although this system is different from the Huaxia system, it is also similar, only a little more subdivided.

When George saw that he had no objection to his judgment, he was even more envious. He knew that even at the same level, there was a big difference between each paragraph.

But at this time, Wang Fan suddenly asked: "Then, do you have to go to your Fighter Association for the exam?"

"It needs to be certified by the authority." George nodded, and said: "We have a large set of certification systems, equipment, and actual combat by fighters of the corresponding rank. If they are certified by our authority, they are basically close to each other."

"Understood." Wang Fan nodded, expressing his gratitude.

"The reason why I say this rank is that this rank is the premise of the World Fighter Championship."

George continued:

"Generally speaking, fighters who can participate in the World Fighter Competition are basically fighters who are above the Grandmaster level, so..."

He looked at the three of Ye Lin with apologetic eyes. He wanted to tease Ye Lin and the others before.

Now because I know that Ye Lin and the others are very strong, I respect them from the bottom of my heart and tell the truth.

"Grandmaster level one!" Ye Lin was shocked.

"Yes, in the group you signed up for, at least one fighter is above the Grandmaster level." George nodded.

Ye Lin finally understood that the World Fighter Competition is not as simple as he imagined.

He quickly looked at George, and asked eagerly, "Are there many fighters above the Grandmaster level in this world?"

"Of course not many!"

George's eyes widened, and he said, "There are more than 70 billion people in the world, and there may not be more than two hundred."

Seeing Ye Lin and the others' expressions change, he said again: "There are three lists in our Fighters Association, namely the Master List, the Grand Master List, and the Super Grand Master List. As far as my authority is concerned, there are a total of [-] people on the Master List. , because the fighting list only takes the top two hundred."

"As for the list of masters, there are only more than 120."

"The list of super masters is even smaller, only more than 70."

"Every World Fighter Competition, super master-level powerhouses generally won't participate."

"And every time, the World Fighter Competition selects [-] groups to enter the finals. Among them, each group has a master-level strongman, and the rest of the team members are people who are famous on the master-level list."

George said, then looked at Ye Lin, and said: "So, if you want to participate in the World Fighter Competition, one of you must reach the Grandmaster level, and the rest, it's best to be in the top [-] on the Master List."

(End of this chapter)