They felt incredibly satisfied.
"As expected of those called the 'Sick Man of East Asia,' you're really like rookies." Li Min proudly raised her head, her eyes sweeping over all the Chinese people present, and the corners of her mouth curled up even higher.
Upon hearing this, the Chinese present were furious and embarrassed, but they were powerless to do anything about it!
"wipe!!"
Unfortunately, Chinese martial arts are no match for the swift and powerful martial arts of Goryeo.
One by one, the young martial arts athletes were knocked off the stage.
It's so frustrating.
And those young Chinese girls, what's so great about Korean men that they're so attractive to them? They're even happy that our country suffered such a crushing defeat in a martial arts competition...
It's truly... chilling!
"Damn it, I can't stand it anymore! Everyone, let's go and knock him off the stage! Anyway, there are the most people in China! Who can beat us!"
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 229 The Chinese Martial Arts Competition (Part 2)
"Hey, brother, don't get excited. If we rush in now, we'll be breaking the rules and we'll get arrested."
At that moment, a man in the stands of the Chinese audience tightly pulled back the burly man from Northeast China who was about to rush forward and fight.
"Yes, rushing in now will only make things worse. Tomorrow, news of our Chinese shameful deeds might be reported. So we need to calm down quickly. Although I'm also very angry, what can we do? We can only blame the weakness of Chinese martial arts."
The burly man from Northeast China forcefully clenched his fist in the air, sighed slightly, and sat back down in his original seat, continuing to quietly watch the handsome Korean man on the stage.
I'm so angry!
"Who else? You Chinese..." Li Min proudly raised the corners of her mouth and pointed her thumb at the Chinese audience stage.
Instantly.
All the Chinese men couldn't sit still any longer and stood up, their eyes glaring angrily at the arrogant and domineering Korean martial arts fighter on the stage.
Conversely, the young girls in China screamed, finding his action incredibly cool and domineering.
"Aaaaaah!!"
At that moment, an elderly man nearing sixty sat on the referee's platform, sighing deeply.
Has Chinese martial arts really fallen behind?!
"Hehe, President Hua, does your Chinese team have any more players who want to challenge? You've already suffered three consecutive losses. Are you going to admit defeat or continue losing until you're down for ten more times?"
The person speaking was Kim Hee-an, the chairman of the Korean Martial Arts Association. He smiled and said.
This nearly 60-year-old man is Hua Chenglong, the president of the Huaxia Martial Arts Association.
Upon hearing this, Hua Chenglong's face turned ashen, his fists clenched tightly under the table, veins bulging prominently.
Seeing Hua Chenglong's displeased expression, Jin Xi'an felt even more pleased and continued:
"President Hua, didn't you once say that Chinese martial arts are unparalleled, with countless unique skills and profound knowledge? But how come I see you can't even beat a black belt seventh dan fighter like us? We still have the highest black belt ninth dan here who hasn't even shown up yet. Are you trying to defend the weakness of your Chinese martial arts by arguing about right and wrong?"
"That's utter nonsense! How could you possibly understand the martial arts of China?" Hua Chenglong couldn't hold back any longer and shouted angrily.
He had said before that Chinese martial arts were unparalleled in the world because of the existence of martial arts practitioners. It was just that they did not often appear in the secular world. Otherwise, any expert above the Yellow Rank would be able to easily defeat almost all of their Korean thugs!
"Oh dear, don't get angry. After all, the facts are right in front of you. No matter how you try to explain, it's no use now. Many aspects of Chinese martial arts were actually learned from our Goryeo."
Kim Hee-an, however, spoke with a smile.
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Just then, a man dressed in a uniform walked steadily onto the stage, his upright and proud figure standing in front of the Goryeo thug.
"Oh? I didn't expect soldiers from China to come out. How interesting. Let me test what Chinese soldiers are really like!"
As a soldier, Xie Hua certainly wouldn't turn a blind eye; in his view, nothing was more important than the reputation of the nation.
"I didn't expect him to leave the army and end up here." Yang Feng raised an eyebrow and murmured.
That's right, the soldier who came up on stage at this moment was Xie Hua, one of Yang Feng's soldiers.
His strength has increased dramatically in just a few days, reaching the early stage of the Yellow Rank.
Of course, it might be a limitation of that Body Refining Technique, which only allows him to advance to the early stage of the Yellow Rank at most, while now he only needs one step to break through to the middle stage of the Yellow Rank.
Unfortunately, the cultivation techniques don't support it...
If you force your way through, you will definitely go into a state of demonic possession. At best, you will lose all your martial arts skills; at worst, you will become a demon and lose your human consciousness!
"Wow, I didn't expect you to send a special forces soldier up on stage. You've got some skills." Jin Xi'an couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark to Hua Chenglong beside him.
On the martial arts stage.
"Koreans, stop talking so much nonsense, or you'll lose too badly and be utterly humiliated later."
Xie Hua smiled coldly, feeling the powerful strength of his muscles; killing a bull with a single punch would be no problem for him.