The burly man from Northeast China was completely dumbfounded. The intense pain in his buttocks couldn't stimulate his nerves or bring him back to his senses.
Immediately afterwards, Xie Hua's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, instantly seeing that incredibly familiar face, delicate and young.
Isn't that his instructor, Yang Feng!
Although he didn't teach me any fighting techniques, the body-refining techniques he passed on benefited me immensely!
Therefore, he naturally admired Yang Feng very much. After all, no matter how exquisite your fighting skills are, everything is powerless in the face of absolute power.
"Go and get some rest now that you're awake. Leave the rest to me," Yang Feng said calmly.
Xie Hua regained his composure, stood in front of Yang Feng, gave a respectful military salute, and said with a hint of disappointment in his voice:
"Instructor, it's my fault. I'm useless. I failed to bring glory to our country and disappointed you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the Chinese audience members present choked up again.
This soldier just mentioned that the young man was actually his instructor?!
How is this possible?!
This person was not only younger than him, but also tall and slender, and seemed a little frail.
Suddenly, they remembered what they had just been thinking about doing, and their faces flushed red.
They misunderstood the young man.
All the reporters were a bit stunned; they thought there would be a bombshell story tomorrow, but this turn of events was completely unexpected…
But it's still a bit surprising that this young man is actually the soldier's instructor!
So, just how strong is he?
"I'm sorry, the match is over. Korea has won. You can no longer go on stage to compete."
Jin Limin spoke up hurriedly.
After all, Xie Hua's strength far exceeded his imagination, not to mention that he was his instructor.
Isn't that just courting death?!
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, his deep eyes turning to him, and he said calmly:
"The match is over, are you sure?"
Being stared at by his gaze, Jin Limin felt a strange unease.
Panic...
"Yes, Chinese people, I have to admit you are very powerful, but we Koreans are not to be trifled with either. This competition can be considered a victory for Korea. Next year is coming soon, and we can meet again in the World Martial Arts Competition!"
Jin Limin nodded and spoke directly.
We really shouldn't spar with this young man, or we'll lose all face.
Moreover, he only had one poisoned needle prepared on him...
"You'll be disappointed in a moment, you Korean bastard."
As Yang Feng spoke, he slowly squatted down to pick up the poisoned needle from the ground, stood up, and coldly said to Jin Limin:
"This is the hidden weapon you just used, which rendered Xie Hua powerless and temporarily immobile, giving you the opportunity to defeat him, right? Can you Koreans be any more cunning?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted in an uproar!
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 232 So Cool!
"What? So the Koreans used these poisoned needles to defeat that soldier? No wonder..."
"I never imagined that this world martial arts champion would be so lowly, actually winning with such a hidden weapon. It's so unfair!"
"Now that he's exposed, he's really made them lose all face. It'll definitely be on the news tomorrow. It's so satisfying."
The Chinese audience members were indignant and discussed the matter, pointing their fingers at the Korean thug on stage.
As for the Korean audience, their faces all revealed an expression of unquestionable disbelief.
To everyone's surprise, the martial arts grandmaster they admired most in Goryeo actually won through such underhanded means.
This is truly embarrassing, bringing shame upon our family.
"So, shall we just consider this sparring match as null and void? Representative referee," Yang Feng said calmly, turning to the representative referee as he held the poisoned needle.
"Yes, because of the foul committed by the Koreans, this contestant will be permanently disqualified." The referee coldly stared at Kim Ri-min and spoke without a trace of emotion.
Upon hearing this, Jin Limin's face turned deathly pale, and he felt as if his body had been hollowed out, leaving him with no strength at all.
His illustrious reputation is about to be ruined by a mere kid.
He was very unwilling to accept it!
Yang Feng stood proudly on the stage, and suddenly spoke again. A powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, surrounding him so intense that Yang Feng could hardly breathe.
"Get off the stage yourself."