A crisp cracking sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out.
It was clear that Xie Hua's ribs were broken...
"ah......"
Xie Hua collapsed onto the martial arts stage, the pain in his chest causing his vision to go black.
Unable to move further.
He didn't know why he suddenly lost his strength, but he didn't regret going on stage to fight for China today.
It's a pity he didn't have the same strength as his instructor, and it's also his fault for being too soft-hearted and not decisively knocking him away in one move.
Just as Jin Limin lifted him up and threw him off the stage, he suddenly realized that Jin Limin must have used some underhanded tactics!
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 231 The instructor has disappointed you...
Seeing Xie Hua suddenly collapse, the previously excited Chinese audience froze in place, their eyes filled with unwavering disbelief...
How did the invincible soldier who was just on the field suddenly become unconscious on stage?
Could it be that he has some kind of illness? Otherwise, how could he have been defeated!
"Hmm!?" Yang Feng's eyes turned cold. He had clearly seen the Korean thug shoot out a kind of needle that was almost invisible to the naked eye, even smaller than the silver needles he usually used.
And there was something stuck to it...
This should be the reason why Xie Hua fell and was defeated.
"Excuse me, I won! We, Goryeo, have won! Referee, you can now announce the victory of our Goryeo martial arts competition."
Kim Hee-an stood up from the referee's platform, faced the representative referee not far away, and spoke.
The referee stepped forward and carefully examined Xie Hua, who was lying on the ground unable to move. He appeared to be incapacitated. He then shouted:
"I hereby declare that Korea has won this martial arts association exchange..."
All the Chinese viewers felt a chill in their hearts upon hearing this sound, and they all sighed in dismay.
Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted the referee's words.
"Wait a minute..."
All eyes turned to the source of the sound, where he leaped onto the martial arts platform and slowly crouched down beside Xie Hua.
They couldn't understand why this young Chinese man would interrupt the referee's speech at this moment. Did he want to go on stage?!
This looks a bit ridiculous.
How can someone who is so thin and weak do that?
But his next move made everyone frown in confusion.
Yang Feng helped Xie Hua up with one hand, then suddenly struck him on the back with a palm strike imbued with spiritual energy, instantly knocking the poisoned needle embedded in his body out.
Whoosh!
The crowd naturally didn't see the poison needle that was almost invisible to the naked eye. On the contrary, the Chinese audience saw Yang Feng go up and even hit the soldier with a palm strike.
Immediately, many Chinese viewers were filled with rage and discussed the matter extensively.
"Damn it, what is this guy doing?! Why did he slap that soldier?!"
"That's right! Wouldn't that kill him?!"
"I bet this guy is a traitor! He's despicable! Everyone, hurry and stop him!"
As they spoke, the Chinese audience rushed off the stage and headed straight for the martial arts arena, causing some chaos at the scene.
The reporters exchanged glances for a second, then snapped photos one after another.
Meanwhile, all the Koreans in the stands watched with great interest as the Chinese people began to fight amongst themselves.
They love watching Chinese people fight amongst themselves.
Yang Feng naturally knew that they were rushing straight towards him, but he didn't pay much attention to them. After all, even if these ordinary people stood there and let them hit him, they might not be able to hurt him much.
Yang Feng quickly tapped Xie Hua's chest and shoulders a few times with his fingers, directing the toxins towards the sphincter muscles.
At this moment, a Chinese spectator rushed up; he was a burly man from Northeast China, and his hand fiercely grabbed towards Yang Feng's neck.
"roll!"
Yang Feng suddenly turned his head and shouted, and a violent aura instantly pushed him off the martial arts platform, causing him to fall to the ground.
Everyone present was stunned by what they saw.
They clearly saw that the burly man from Northeast China hadn't even touched Yang Feng yet, so how could he have inexplicably fallen off the martial arts stage?!
Could it be that his word "get lost" had some special effect?
It looks really spooky!