"Heh, don't all Chinese thugs like you say the same thing when they come up here? I'm so tired of hearing it!"
Li Min smiled smugly, waved her arm, and replied casually.
At this moment, the referee stepped forward, waved, and said:
"Both sides, take your positions, get set... Go!"
As the whistle blew, Li Min took the initiative, aiming to kick the Chinese soldier off the fighting platform in the most handsome and domineering manner.
A whirlwind triple kick came straight at Xie Hua at lightning speed.
"Ha, too slow..."
Xie Hua stood proudly in place, like a towering tree, while muttering a cold laugh.
The male spectators from China were stunned to see the soldier standing motionless in place, and they shook their heads and discussed among themselves.
"That's it, we're doomed. Look, that soldier's been scared off by that Korean thug's aura and's frozen in place. He's done for..."
"Hey, could it be that Chinese martial arts have really fallen behind...?"
A group of young girls from China were captivated by Li Min's powerful series of kicks, their eyes sparkling with admiration and adoration!
However!
Just as Li Min's ankle struck Xie Hua's waist.
Xie Hua smiled, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
He simply reached out and grabbed Li Min's ankle, then suddenly raised his leg and kicked out with great force.
Li Min, caught completely off guard, was suddenly kicked in the abdomen and instantly fell face down like a dead fish.
"ah!!"
Li Min screamed in agony. The blow to his abdomen had rendered him immobile and caused him serious internal injuries.
But this is not the end!
Xie Hua grabbed him with both hands, lifted him above his head, and threw him violently out of the field.
"Pfft—" Li Min could no longer bear it and vomited a mouthful of blood before fainting.
He never expected that this person's combat power would be so off the charts!
It felt like there was absolutely no way to resist.
That's right, this is the power of a martial artist. Ordinary people and those who are half-step Yellow Rank are no match for them!
At this moment, the martial arts hall was completely silent, deathly silent!
The art style... has become a bit...
This is a complete rout!
Who says China has no masters? Who says Chinese martial arts are inferior to those of Korea? All of that has been shattered!
"Hmm...not bad, normal procedure, but it was still a bit too lenient." Yang Feng smiled faintly, looking at Xie Hua on the stage, and felt a strange sense of pride.
To be continued...
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 230 The Chinese Martial Arts Competition (Part 2)
The silence was suddenly broken by a sharp shout.
"Damn it! Didn't we agree that the fights couldn't get too serious?! You're breaking the rules now!" Jin Xi'an's face was filled with anger as he rushed over from the referee's table and called several medical personnel to take the seriously injured Li Min away.
"So what if I broke the rules? We Chinese are not so easy to bully. If you want to come, I'll take you on!" Xie Hua's lips curled into a cold smile as he stood proudly on the martial arts stage, facing Jin Xi'an.
Although she hadn't been with Yang Feng for very long, she had already picked up some of his personality traits.
"You!" Jin Xi'an gritted her teeth in anger, her eyes almost spitting fire as she stared at Xie Hua, wishing she could cripple him.
Chinese viewers who witnessed this scene were immediately excited and felt extremely thrilled.
Unexpectedly, this soldier was so strong that he completely overpowered the Korean thug.
There were also many reporters present, holding high-end cameras, who snapped photos of Xie Hua in an instant.
I believe that many Chinese brothers will see this tomorrow.
"You—very good, very good indeed. Next, we, Goryeo, will send even stronger forces to completely defeat you!" Kim Hee-an suppressed his anger. If he couldn't control his emotions and attacked this soldier at this moment, it would definitely damage the reputation of their Great Korean Empire.
Therefore, sometimes, patience can bring peace and tranquility.
Besides, there are so many reporters here; what they need most is sensational news...
Kim Hee-an turned and walked to the Korean audience stand, where he whispered a few words to a few Korean men.
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man dressed in black tight-fitting clothes slowly walked out from that place and stepped steadily onto the martial arts platform.
His features were slightly rough, his skin was a healthy wheat color, he had a reddish-brown band tied around his forehead, and his eyes were long and sharp, like those of an eagle.
"My God! I think... I remember now, isn't this Korean man Kim Lee-ho, last year's world martial arts champion?!"