At this moment, the burly man from Northeast China in the stands of the Chinese audience suddenly stood up and shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, many Chinese viewers who follow martial arts competitions remembered it.
"No, no, you're wrong, brother. He seems to be the world martial arts champion with nine consecutive victories, but he didn't participate this year, so the championship was handed over to him. However, the world martial arts champion was still won by a Korean thug."
One Chinese male audience member shook his head in disapproval.
"I have a feeling that soldier is in for a rough time now..."
Meanwhile, the Korean people in the stands proudly raised their heads.
Looking at Jin Limin on the stage, Yang Feng chuckled faintly and murmured:
"Heh—a mere half-step Yellow Rank is nothing more than a free kill for Xie Hua."
Hua Tiangang, who was standing to the side, also sensed that something was wrong. He heard Yang Feng muttering beside him, but couldn't hear him, so he turned to look at him and asked:
"Young friend Yang, who do you think will win?"
Yang Feng just smiled and didn't say anything. It was obvious that if Jin Limin didn't use any special or threatening methods, he wouldn't be able to beat Xie Hua even if he took stimulants.
On stage.
“Chinese soldiers, don’t think we Koreans are easy to bully. And you just attacked so ruthlessly. Now I’m going to repay you for everything you just did!” Kim Ri-min pointed at Xie Hua and said in broken Mandarin.
"Oh, is that so?" Xie Hua smiled coldly, assuming a fighting stance.
As soon as the referee blew the whistle, Jin Limin took the initiative, punching Xie Hua hard in the chest.
His strength was indeed not weak; he was already at the half-step Yellow Rank. However, compared to Xie Hua, whose body refinement had reached the early Yellow Rank stage, he was still quite formidable.
It was like a primary school student punching me.
"Get out!" Xie Hua shouted angrily, suddenly raising his foot and kicking hard.
"Bang!"
A sound like air exploding rang out in Jin Limin's chest.
"Ugh..."
Jin Limin was kicked directly to the edge of the martial arts stage, and knelt down on one knee. The pain was so intense that his face contorted.
This scene was clearly seen by all the viewers, who were immediately stunned.
"No matter how many come, they're all small fry. Get off the stage yourself." Xie Hua stood proudly on the martial arts platform and spoke directly to him.
His voice instantly resounded throughout the entire martial arts hall.
The Chinese audience was excited.
That's incredibly powerful.
This instantly turned many young Chinese girls into fans; they never expected their country's soldiers to be so handsome.
No wonder so many girls have said they have a crush on soldiers.
Suddenly, Jin Limin's eyes turned extremely cold. He raised his head slightly and took out the hidden weapon that Jin Xi'an had specially prepared for him.
Just in case, and he actually used this tactic many times during his previous nine-game winning streak.
Moreover, their inspectors couldn't detect it.
In fact, this is an anesthetic inherited from ancient China, which was stolen by Goryeo.
They extracted the essence from this object and discarded the dross, turning it into a long and thin hidden weapon, as thin as a silver needle.
"The match isn't over until I've been knocked off the stage!" Jin Limin said in a deep voice, enduring the pain as he stood up.
His resilience was witnessed by the people of Goryeo, which immediately ignited their fighting spirit, and they shouted in unison.
"Well done, Brother Jin, we Koreans will never lose."
"Brother Jin, keep it up! You are a role model for us Koreans, we are proud!"
“............”
Xie Hua raised an eyebrow slightly and said with a faint smile, "I didn't expect you guys to be so tough."
"I hope you can still speak later. Continue!" Jin Limin said coldly, took a sudden step, and threw another punch hard at his chest.
"The same old trick again. Can't you come up with something new? It's so cliché." Xie Hua shook his head, then raised his foot and quickly swept it horizontally.
Now!
Jin Limin's lips curled into a triumphant smile as the fine needle in her hand flew out swiftly, instantly embedding itself in Xie Hua's arm.
Instantly.
Xie Hua felt his internal strength rapidly draining away, leaving him feeling powerless.
impossible!
Xie Hua broke out in a cold sweat immediately. His sweeping attack was powerless and was directly returned by Jin Limin.
His fist then struck Xie Hua hard in the chest.
"Snap—"