"Phew, who belongs to your family!" Huang Ruoyi scolded angrily with a red face.

"When I knock him down, don't you have to be!" Zhang Shichao glanced at Huang Ruoyi's face and said with a smile.

The onlookers whistled when they saw this.

Han Dong snorted coldly and said, "What I'm afraid of is that you are not enough for me to fight." ”

Because of his anger, he felt that a stream of true qi was constantly surging in his body, constantly swirling on the meridians and acupoints around his body. It seems that this is the gradual recovery of bodily functions. Although it will take a few days to return to the best state, it should be enough to deal with Zhang Shichao.

"I'm not enough for you to fight?" Zhang Shichao pointed to his ear in disbelief, almost suspecting that he had misheard.

He turned around and said loudly to the people around him: "This kid said that I am not enough for him to fight, do you think it's funny?"

As soon as Zhang Shichao's words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

"He even said that Zhang Shichao is not his opponent, he is too crazy. ”

"Zhang Shichao is the number one master in the boxing gym, and he once won the runner-up in the city's taekwondo competition, who dares to say that he will beat him?"

"Maybe this kid is a hidden martial arts master? haha!"

Seeing that the show was about to start, the people around became more and more excited, and ran over to watch.

Many people still had some pity for Han Dong before. After all, from the comparison of body types, Zhang Shichao is more than 1.9 meters tall, and Han Dong is only 1.7 meters tall, so he is on the weak side at first glance.

As a result, as soon as Han Dong's words came out, many people felt that he was a little unbelievable.

Those who have practiced taekwondo know that there is a huge difference in height and body shape between the two, and Zhang Shichao is a good player who has practiced for many years and has been tested.

Unless Han Dong has practiced other kung fu and is very profound, it is impossible to be Zhang Shichao's opponent.

"Come on, see how I fix you, uncle. Zhang Shichao hooked his hand at Han Dong and said more and more rampantly and provocatively.

He struck a standard kickboxing stance, and then volleyed two standard slalom side kicks.

Where the feet started, the tiger and the tiger were windy, and many people's faces were scared white.

After he finished kicking, he looked at Han Dong, wanting this kid to know the gap between the two. Unexpectedly, Han Dong snorted coldly with disdain in his nose:

"It's just a fist embroidered leg!"

As soon as this sentence came out, not only Zhang Shichao's face changed greatly, but even the referee's boxing gym staff also sank.

In Taekwondo, it is said that people are 'flower fists and embroidered legs', and the irony is not only Zhang Shichao alone, but the entire taekwondo.

The surrounding spectators also completely lost sympathy for Han Dong.

People are self-aware, and at such a time, a dead duck with a hard mouth will only make others look down.

"Come on, give him some color. Teach him to be a man!" someone shouted angrily from the audience.

"Boy, you're looking for death. ”

Zhang Shichao shouted angrily and rushed up.

Compared to ordinary people, his skills are indeed very sharp, whether it is a flying kick or a side kick, it is simple and powerful.

If you hit the vital point, even if you don't die, you will have to go to the hospital for a few days.

But in Han Dong's eyes, Zhang Shichao's tricks are good-looking, but they are useless!

I saw him carrying his hands behind his back, and let Zhang Shichao get several side kicks and high leg raises in a row.

And Zhang Shichao repeatedly missed, glared at Han Dong viciously, and his attack became heavier and heavier!

Seeing that he had been making heavy moves, Han Dong couldn't help but snort coldly, and suddenly raised his foot high, and suddenly slashed down like a giant axe!

Zhang Shichao was shocked when he saw this, and instinctively put his hands in front of him to prepare to block. As a result, he was still chopped and fell to his knees, and the whole person was smashed to the ground by this kick.

He fell to his knees, only to feel a great pain come over him. Fortunately, the ground is padded, otherwise this time, he would have to break his kneecaps!

"Win?"

Everyone on the sidelines was shocked when they saw this scene. There was silence in the gym, so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard. No one reacted.

The referee almost stared out his eyes.

He thought that Han Dong was going to be brutalized by Zhang Shichao today, but it turned out that Han Dong beat Zhang Shichao down with a light kick?

"Zhang Shichao is defeated? How is this possible?"

"Isn't Zhang Shichao a boxing champion, this is too weak, even that kid can't clean it up. ”

"Looks like this kid really has two brushes!"

The people in the audience were talking, and the eyes of some people looking at Han Dong had changed.

Everyone thought he was a dead duck with a hard mouth and blind energy.

But now, they saw with their own eyes that Zhang Shichao was defeated by him, and it seems that he still has some ability.

Huang Ruoyi on the side, her face softened a little, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

She was also worried that Han Dong would be sent to the hospital by Zhang Shichao, and she even had the idea of calling the police. I didn't expect Han Dong to win, and he won so easily and so thoroughly!

"This Zhang Shichao, who bragged about how strong he was before, but he couldn't even catch a kick from others, and he was embarrassed to say that he was the number one master?"

In the martial arts arena, it has always been the king of the winners and the losers. If you lose, you lose, and all altars will have to be shattered.

At this time, in the corner of the gym, a person who had not spoken, frowned slightly.

He got up and walked over slowly, glanced at Zhang Shichao, and found that he was fine, but he just fainted, and then turned his head to Han Dong and glared angrily:

"The contests are all point-to-point, what are you doing with such heavy hands?"

"Oh my God, it's Bai Shaoyu!" someone recognized him and exclaimed.

"Bai Shaoyu, isn't that the champion of the last taekwondo competition, how could he be here?" the others couldn't believe their eyes.

Hearing these compliments and shocked words, Bai Shaoyu couldn't help but have a hint of pride on his face.

"Let's not say that he took the initiative to provoke. Just those kicks before him, what do you think would happen if I were hit?" Han Dong sneered and replied lightly.

Bai Shaoyu couldn't help but be embarrassed.

Normally, a slalom side kick that hits the head can cause minor damage.

And Zhang Shichao is more than 1.9 meters tall and weighs nearly 200 catties, and if he kicks his head with all his strength, it is very likely to cause a concussion or even more serious damage. Strictly speaking, Han Dong can be regarded as merciful.

But Zhang Shichao is his acquaintance after all, and the two have participated in taekwondo competitions in the city together, so naturally there is no reason to sit idly by. What's more, Han Dong openly provoked, saying that taekwondo is a fist embroidered leg, and he has to stand up and correct his name.

Thinking of this, Bai Shaoyu said: "Since you have such strength, how about I challenge you?"

Han Dong's previous kick was really amazing, whether it was speed or strength, it didn't look like an ordinary person could do it, this person must be a practitioner.

But Bai Shaoyu observed just now and was very confident in himself.

"Oh my God, if you provoke the champion to make a move in person, this kid is going to be finished!"