Face the music!

The road is narrow!

These two words seem to have been coined for the moment.

In a sense, there is no intersection between Ye Fan and Park Yongzhe, and there is no irresolvable contradiction.

After all, the previous duel was conducted by Bae Wu and Kim Jong Hyun.

However, standing in this ring, they represent not only themselves, but the country behind them.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a contest between Huaxia and Goryeo.

When his disciple died, Park Yongzhe was overwhelmed with grief and indignation, his heart was like a knife, and he regarded all Chinese warriors as enemies.

Even if he didn't meet Ye Fan in the ring, after the first round of elimination, he was ready to assassinate the members of the Huaxia delegation to avenge Kim Jong-hyun.

On the other side, when Ye Fan saw the scene of Kim Jong-hyun bullying Pei Wu, he issued a kill order, ordering the Huaxia elite to kill if they encountered a Goryeo warrior in the ring!

Ye Fan didn't expect that he was so lucky, and as soon as he came up, he ran into the leader of the enemy.

In the audience, when they found out about this showdown, the remaining eight Korean players began to shout for Park Yong-chul:

"Master Shisheng, martial arts are world-famous, let that Huaxia kid see the power of taekwondo!"

"Senior Brother Jin died at the hands of that Huaxia girl, and he must pay for it with blood and blood, and kill all those Huaxia people!"

"Master Shisheng is a black belt with a ninth rank and the first person in taekwondo in the world, as long as he moves his fingers, he can kill that Chinese kid like crushing an ant!"

"I can't wait to see him get beaten to the core!"

Not far away, in the Huaxia delegation, it was a completely different scene.

Xie Jinyuan and the others looked relaxed, and they didn't seem to be worried about Ye Fan's safety at all.

If it were any of them, against a taekwondo master like Park Yong-chul, I am afraid that he would have no chance of winning, so he could only choose to abstain.

The person who appeared on the stage was Ye Fan.

Through these two days of getting along, Ye Fan left a very deep impression on them.

What's more, how could a major general who became the Eastern Excalibur at a young age be a weakling?

Suddenly, Qin Zhengyang spoke: "Why don't you ...... Let's open a handicap and bet on General Ye to defeat Park Yong-chul with a few moves!"

"Hey...... That's a good idea!" Tang Long echoed.

When Xie Jinyuan heard this, he thought for a moment and said: "Although General Ye is strong, Park Yongzhe is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he can reach the top of Goryeo martial arts, there is definitely something to hide! If General Ye wants to win, it is estimated that it will be about a hundred moves!"

"I'll guess eighty moves!"

"Seventy moves!"

"Fifty moves!"

Several other Chinese elites also reported a number.

......

"Ten moves!"

Qin Zhengyang's words were amazing, and although his voice was not loud, it was as solid as a rock.

"What?Zhengyang, are you sure you're right?" Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but exclaim.

"Of course!"

Qin Zhengyang nodded heavily.

When they first met, he was high-spirited, and he once questioned Ye Fan, and there was a discussion between the two.

However, Qin Zhengyang used all the tricks in the Yin Yang Bagua Boxing, but he couldn't shake Ye Fan at all, Ye Fan didn't even move an inch of his heels, and that understatement posture seemed to have some strength left.

Because of this, he is so optimistic about Ye Fan.

"By the way, Tang Long, you haven't guessed yet!" someone next to him said.

When Tang Long heard this, he slowly raised his right index finger and said a shocking sentence:

"One move!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderbolt that exploded in the field.

Xie Jinyuan and the other Huaxia elites were all stunned, and they thought that they had auditory hallucinations, and they couldn't believe their ears.

Qin Zhengyang originally thought that the "ten moves" he said were exaggerated enough, but he didn't expect Tang Long to be so shocking.

A trick?

Are you kidding?

Park Yong-chul is also the first person in taekwondo in the world, and he will defeat him with one move, when he is a papier-mâché?

Seeing the shocked looks of his companions around him, Tang Long did not explain, but said mysteriously: "Believe me, you will soon be able to see General Ye's strength!"

Last night, Tang Long saw Ye Fan exert his might, so that Yuan Yinglang of the Wa Kingdom couldn't even pull out the sword.

After the arrival of the great sword hero Yuo Kurosaki, he was even more frightened and fell down directly, as if a mouse had seen a cat.

In order to calm Ye Fan's anger, Yuo Kurosaki even took the initiative to withdraw from this martial arts conference, and led the Japanese delegation to kneel and learn to bark in front of martial artists around the world.

Although Tang Long didn't know how powerful Ye Fan was, the above points alone were enough to prove Ye Fan's power!

In his heart, he already has a kind of blind worship for Ye Fan, what is a mere old man in Goryeo?

......

At the same time, on top of the ring number eight.

Park Yongzhe's eyes were like electricity, he looked Ye Fan up and down, and sneered with disdain: "Hmph! There is no one in Huaxia, and he actually sent a little doll with no hair to fight!"

"Ambition is not old, no ambition is a hundred years old! Some people can be crowned king and worship at the age of a weak crown, and some people have lived a lifetime, but they still do nothing!" Ye Fan said proudly.

"What a sharp-toothed boy, but it's useless to just hit the mouth cannon! Compared with Goryeo Taekwondo, your Chinese kung fu is rubbish and vulnerable!" Park Yong-chul mocked unscrupulously, completely ignoring Ye Fan.

He had already received the news that the Huaxia Hidden World Sect, one of the six martial arts holy places, had not sent anyone out of the station, and the Huaxia delegation was full of military warriors, and their strength was weak.

Ye Fan is so young, he looks like he is twenty dead, he has been practicing martial arts for several times his age, if he can't beat him like this, just find a piece of tofu and kill him!

"Aha......"

Suddenly, Ye Fan seemed to have heard some big joke and let out a burst of unbridled laughter.

"Stinky boy, what are you laughing at?"

Park Yong-chul scolded angrily, as if he had been greatly despised for it.

"You just said that Huaxia martial arts is rubbish, but your apprentice, a taekwondo black belt eighth-dan master, was defeated in the hands of a Chinese woman!

Ye Fan's words were like an invisible dagger that poked Park Yong-cheol's sore spot.

Thinking of the scene of the tragic death of the apprentice, Park Yongzhe's eyes breathed fire, his facial features were distorted, and he was extremely hideous, glaring at Ye Fan viciously, gritting his teeth and saying: "Stinky boy, don't abstain if you have a kind!"

"Huh...... Against a guy like you, I won't abstain!" Ye Fan said proudly.

"That's best, I will torture you with the most cruel means to let the world know - you Huaxia is the sick man of East Asia!" Park Yong-chul gritted his teeth.

Hearing the extremely insulting word "sick man of East Asia", Ye Fan's eyes half-narrowed, blooming with a cold glow.

It is still possible to live if you do evil in heaven, but you cannot live if you do it yourself.

When Park Yong-chul said this word, he was already doomed.

At this moment, a high-pitched voice sounded:

"The eleventh group of knockouts, start!"

......

When he heard the word "open", Park Yongzhe was already ready to go, his whole body was tense, his momentum was raised to the peak, and he was ready to use a thunderous blow to kill Ye Fan.

However, when the word "beginning" fell, something incredible happened-

Park Yong-cheol's original accumulated momentum was like a deflated ball, collapsing in an instant.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

After more than half a minute, Park Yong-chul remained in place, like a wooden man, motionless, without any intention of attacking.

Seeing such a strange scene, the members of the Goryeo delegation in the audience were completely stunned and had no idea what was happening.

"Shisheng, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and kill that Huaxia kid!"

"yes...... He dared to say that Goryeo Taekwondo was not even as good as garbage, and the sin was unforgivable and must be repaid with blood!"

"Huh, is this a new move developed by Master Shisheng?"

Hearing this shout, Ye Fan's face sank like water, there was no wave in his heart, and he turned around in a dashing manner, ready to step out of the ring.

A staff member immediately raised his horn and shouted at him: "Players in the No. 8 ring, the game is not over yet, if you step down without permission, you will admit defeat!"

When Ye Fan heard this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a playful smile, and asked rhetorically:

"Who said the game wasn't over?"

The next moment, as if to confirm his words, Park Yongzhe's body behind him fell to the ground with a "plop".