Goddess of Rescue System

Chen Gang, who was so ashamed and angry, came to Hashimoto Ichiro with a stride, and punched out with a shake of his right shoulder.

This punch is powerful and heavy, if it hits the face of an ordinary person, it will definitely end up with a blown head.

It's just that Ichiro Hashimoto avoided the punch by tilting his head, without even moving his feet.

With a sneer, Chen Gang suddenly changed his move, instead of rushing, he swiped Hashimoto's head with his right arm.

The corner of Hashimoto Ichiro's mouth curled up into a mocking smile, his body suddenly rose, and he jumped into mid-air in a blink of an eye.

"So high!"

"It's more than two meters high, right?"

"You can jump more than two meters in place, what kind of jumping ability is this?"

The guests present exclaimed incessantly.

Chen Gang didn't expect Hashimoto Ichiro to avoid his attack in this way, so he was a little dazed for a while.

"There is another trick." Hashimoto Ichiro landed on the ground and smiled contemptuously.

He said that if he wants to make Chen Gang three tricks, then he will definitely let Chen Gang do three tricks.

Chen Gang's eyes were about to burst!

If he could hit Ichiro Hashimoto, the feeling of humiliation would not be too strong.

But he couldn't even touch the corner of Hashimoto Ichiro's clothes, it was like being played by Hashimoto Ichiro as a monkey. Let him humiliate him three times with three tricks, it would be better to knock him down directly!

"I fought with you!"

Chen Gang let out an angry roar, jumped into the air with his toes on the ground, and swept his right leg towards Ichiro Hashimoto viciously.

"Well, it looks very powerful, but it doesn't pose any threat to me."

Hashimoto Ichiro sneered, and stepped back more than one meter as soon as he moved his feet, avoiding Chen Gang's leg.

"wheeze" "wheeze"

After using three fierce moves in a row, Chen Gang's physical strength dropped rapidly, and he was panting heavily.

On the other hand, Ichiro Hashimoto's breathing rate didn't change at all, which is better than strolling in the garden: "Three tricks have passed, you can go down."

Chen Gang only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a pain in his chest, and then he flew upside down.

"puff"

In mid-air, Chen Gang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood!

"Chen Gang!"

With a mournful cry, Ma Yinghui rushed towards the direction where Chen Gang was flying, stopped him with his right hand, and made three circles while backing away, finally taking off the strength on Chen Gang's body.

"Master, I'm sorry, I let you down...poof!"

Chen Gang spat out another mouthful of blood, his head tilted and passed out.

The audience was completely silent, and the atmosphere was extremely suppressed!

Everyone came to congratulate the opening of the Majia Martial Arts School, but the Dongying people and the Korean people came to beat them in the face, and they were beaten twice in a row.

No matter how confident they are in Chinese martial arts, they can't say anything at this moment.

In two consecutive rounds, Chairman Ma's side lost by a huge disadvantage. What else can they say?

Ma Yinghui tested Chen Gang's breathing, and after confirming that he was still alive, he handed him over to the apprentice beside him with a gloomy face: "Call an ambulance."

"It's Master!"

"It's 2:0, President Ma."

Wada Tortaro put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly.

“这只是刚开始，很快就是3∶0、4∶0一直到10∶0，不要怀疑，这就是跆拳道跟华夏武术的真实差距。”

Li Zaihe also said triumphantly.

"Jawa-kun, I think you need to reorganize what you just said." Wada Tortaro said dissatisfied.

Li Zaihe slapped his head: "I was negligent, so let me say it again, cough... This is the real gap between Taekwondo, Karate and Chinese martial arts."

"Hmph, that's about the same." Wada Hutaro snorted coldly, and then said to Ma Yinghui: "Who will President Ma send to fight in the third round?"

Ma Yinghui thought for a while with an ugly face, and finally walked to the ring by himself: "I'll do this round!"

It's already 2:0, and all the guests are disappointed in the Majia Wuguan. What he needs to do at this time is to use a hearty victory to revive his momentum!

"You come?"

Wada Tortaro raised his eyebrows, and then said with a strange expression: "If you lose this one, there will be no need to fight the next seven rounds, right?"

"Hey, what did Mr. Hetian say? We want 10:0, not 3:0. Even if we beat Ma Yinghui this time, we still have to continue fighting."

Li Zaihe said mockingly.

"Then the question is, who should we let in this game?" Wada Tortaro looked a little distressed.

Li Zaihe smiled, took a step forward and said, "Of course I will come, we Koreans are best at fighting tough battles!"