"Ahem"

Dongchen lay on the ground and suddenly coughed out two mouthfuls of blood. The Japanese man made a ruthless move and hit his lower abdomen with an impartial kick, which made him lose the ability to move now.

"Boss, how are you doing?" a group of people from the karate club ran forward and asked.

"It's okay, but we lost this competition today. I originally thought that if I took the lead, I could keep winning, but I didn't expect that I would be the first to lose." Dongchen adjusted the breath of running around in his body and said. "Don't think about avenging me, you can't beat this person."

"But we can't admit defeat. We can lose, but we can't be afraid." A student said fiercely. "At worst, we can be burned with them. Damn, I don't believe that the Japanese can make the Japanese in their territory turn upside down."

"Oh, help me up." Dongchen sighed and said, after standing up, he bowed to the Japanese and said, "We admit defeat, making our skills worse than others."

"What's the matter? I'm giving up now?"

"Tsk, I think this kid Dongchen's karate is also average. He doesn't know that he bought all his certificates."

"I think it's possible. You see, he hasn't even been able to hold on for ten minutes, so he must be a fancy."

Listening to the rumors in the audience, Dongchen could only smile bitterly. In order not to hurt his members, what would he do if he took the blame?

"Enough, you are so awesome, you can come on, a group of people who can only say and not do it. You shout another word to me, believe it or not, I will kill you." The strong man from the Taekwondo club just now stood up and shouted.

As long as you take action, you will know whether there is anything. Only those who don’t know anything will say sarcastic words. This is originally a battle between China and Japan. It’s fine if you, the group of people who watch the fun, don’t know how to comfort you, are still talking there. It’s really annoying.

"We won this competition, but I was not satisfied. I don't believe that there are not many people in Yangyang China who can compete with me. Who else can satisfy me?" The Japanese man stood on the stage and shouted.

The strong man slapped his chest and shouted viciously, "I am here to satisfy you. If I don't make you feel better than Dongchen, I will not be named Wang."

But before he could get up, he was stopped by Song Yun. The strong man had a fierce expression on his face at this time. Song Yun shook his head at him and said, "You are just embarrassing to go up like this. You are too confused now. If you get up, you will run wild if you are teased by the Japanese. So you can't get up."

"What should I do? Let these bastards like women come on?" The strong man looked around with dissatisfaction and shouted. Those who were watched by the strong man lowered their heads. I was just watching the fun. As for who would go up and get beaten up, what was wrong with me?

"You calm down the ground now, I'll meet this Japanese devil when I go up." Song Yun finished drinking the drink in his hand and said.

"Wow, is Song Yun going to take action? You must not lose." Li Yueyue said angrily from the side.

"Come on, Brother Song, I believe they are not your opponent." Liu Ran also said with a confident expression on his face.

The strong man took a cold breath after hearing this. Could it be that this person is a trainer? But it doesn't look like it. Suddenly, he remembered what happened on the power measuring device just now, and he was already very impressed. This person must be an awesome person, otherwise his strength would not be so strong.

"I'll fight you." Song Yun climbed onto the stage and said.

"Just you? Is there nothing you can do in your school?" The other party looked at Song Yun with disdain and said. "You'd better go down. You're too thin, you'll fight."

"Sorry, I'm not going to be beaten up, I want to beat people. I see that you are round and you will definitely feel comfortable when fighting." Song Yun moved his limbs and said. "Don't say too much nonsense, solve the battle as soon as possible."

"Songtao Pavilion disciple Koizumi." The other party said in the news.

"No nameless Song Yun." Song Yun also said with a polite manner. Although he wanted to kick the other party away, the etiquette he should have must be missing.

After the salute, Koizumi jumped up, and her legs crossed each other like scissors. Each stroke seemed very strong, just like she was about to cut off the air. After a while, the frequency increased significantly. At this time, Koizumi's legs were like a folding knife that would pop out at any time.

The Japanese behind him were shouting in surprise. Song Yun couldn't understand Japanese, but he knew what trick Koizumi used.

"I'm a butterfly step, a trick I've created for many years. It's your honor to lose to this today." Koizumi smiled slightly, and suddenly saw a cross step, banging her right foot, and kicking her legs towards Song Yun's waist.

Song Yun was still standing there at this time. When the people in the audience thought they were kicked, Song Yun suddenly disappeared, and then appeared behind Koizumi. He turned around 180 degrees, and kicked him sideways, and kicked Koizumi in the back with a bang.

Koizumi didn't react at all. He thought he was going to kick this person out in the last second, but Song Yun disappeared the next second. Before he could find someone, he flew out.

Koizumi flew straight out two meters away, and after sliding on the ground for a distance, he hit the wall hard, and he was hunched over like a cooked prawn.

The people under the stage were in an uproar and looked at Song Yun in horror. The man who looked harmless just now actually kicked Koizumi out. This is so scary.

"Damn, this guy is so awesome."

"That's right, this man is simply a model. Who has his contact information? I can buy it for money."

"This guy's close combat is really good, he's simply perverted."

"It's not good to be a human being, so arrogant. The so-called karate is just passed down from our Chinese martial arts. Tell me, does your island country have any of its own? Kimono imitates us, architecture imitates us, culture imitates us, and even his mother's martial arts imitates us." Song Yun said angrily.

"And what? You are so awesome, come and fight us? Young man, don't forget that all the things you learned are left over from us. We won't leave them to you stupidly."

"The rude boy." Teacher Yamamoto was almost furious when he heard this. They were against China and believed that their things were created by themselves, not brought back by the envoy of Tang. Today, when they heard Song Yun's ridicule, they could still sit there.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!