As soon as he finished speaking, all the Chinese viewers echoed his sentiments.
"Get out!"
"Get out!"
"Get out!"
Hearing the constant humiliating sounds coming from all around, Jin Limin's eyes reddened, her teeth clenched, and after one last deep look, she turned and quickly left.
He had already made a plan: even if it meant ruining his own reputation, he would still kill this young man.
However, not when there are many people around.
Everyone watched as Kim Ri-min suffered immense humiliation and disgrace as he left the martial arts center.
Many Koreans lamented his fate; he was already a renowned master with immense fame and fortune, yet today he was ruined here.
Whose fault is it? It's all his own.
Yang Feng put away the poisoned needle. Although it couldn't kill someone, it could paralyze them for a moment, and keeping it might come in handy someday.
"From now on, this round will be disregarded. Do you Koreans still want to send someone up?" The referee, who already had no goodwill towards the Korean side, said coldly.
All the Korean thugs looked at each other for a second, and even their world martial arts champions fled in panic, let alone them.
"Since there's no one of your own in Korea, then this martial arts exchange between China and South Korea will be won by China..." The referee had just finished speaking.
Yang Feng suddenly spoke up: "Didn't you Koreans say that our Chinese martial arts heritage had been lost, and that you had learned it instead? Now I can give you a chance. All of you martial arts fighters here can come at me together."
What?!
Everyone present could clearly hear what he had just said, but they wondered if they were hallucinating.
One person fights against the entire Korean martial arts thugs!
To them, this was utter nonsense.
However, this was actually a piece of cake for Yang Feng. He could destroy even a sect, and he could wipe out a mere dozen or so Korean thugs with a wave of his hand.
Yang Feng simply wanted to teach the Koreans a lesson; the Chinese are not to be trifled with!
Upon hearing his words, the Korean thugs hesitated for a moment, and a dozen of them rushed onto the martial arts stage.
How could they possibly tolerate Yang Feng's provocation?
"Brother, what are you doing?!" Yang Lianqing was so anxious that she stomped her feet in frustration. She had actually called so many people to come up together, and they were all martial arts experts.
What should we do now?
In her opinion, Yang Feng was indeed very strong, but as his younger sister, she was naturally unsure of his abilities in the face of so many people and was afraid that he would get hurt.
Yang Feng turned to give Yang Lianqing a reassuring look, then waved his hand and said to them, "Let's begin. You go first, and I'll attack later."
"Alright! If we lose, don't blame us Koreans for ganging up on you. Let's all attack together. No matter how strong he is, he can't fight four hands with two fists!"
The leader, a young Korean martial arts practitioner, shouted and led a dozen or so thugs to attack.
The reporters didn't want to miss a single detail of this battle; they wanted to know just how strong that military instructor really was!
However, when they saw fifteen Korean martial arts masters preparing to attack the unmoving Yang Feng...
All Chinese viewers were on tenterhooks.
Xie Hua stood below the stage, enduring the pain in his heart, and kept a close eye on every move on stage.
I overheard a female reporter next to me mutter something:
"Why isn't that young man moving? So many Korean martial arts masters are almost at his limit. Could he be scared out of his wits?"
Xie Hua couldn't stand anyone insulting his instructor, and spoke up directly:
"You're wrong. My instructor's strength is beyond your comprehension. He's invincible."
Upon hearing this, the female reporter couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Invincible, huh..."
The gaze then turned to the stage.
The leader of the Korean thugs couldn't help but sneer, "I thought he was something special, but he's just a paper tiger..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yang Feng suddenly raised his leg and unleashed a series of intertwined, invisible kicks.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of explosions echoed continuously.
Fifteen figures flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily off the stage.
The scene instantly became eerily quiet, deathly still.
Everyone's mouths dropped open in astonishment.
In just a short while, the scene changed so quickly!
"This, this..." The female reporter blushed instantly, never expecting that the instructor who had just looked down on them had knocked them away in an instant.
That's a steal!
"Do you understand?" Xie Hua's lips curled slightly, his face looking somewhat pale. He turned to look at the female reporter and said calmly.