Although Fat Tiger narrowly won a game, his physical strength was also too much exertion, and he was a little helpless in the face of Zhang Yiqing, the president of the Taekwondo Association who came to the stage next.

"Fat Tiger Senior is mighty!

……

Before the two started fighting, their momentum had spread to the whole field, and the stadium was silent for a while, and I don't know who suddenly shouted a word, and the atmosphere was pulled up again.

"Fat Tiger, although we are all Chinese and practice Chinese kung fu, but the one who defeated karate in the end must be our Taekwondo Association!"

"Haha, it's funny, even if I can't beat you, we will grow up, and you will definitely lose!"

"Then we'll see!"

After that, Zhang Yiqing took a leap, and suddenly came to the top of the fat tiger, now the fat tiger has little physical strength left, plus the fat body, it seems that he can't jump, seeing that this blow is about to hit himself, the fat tiger's front toes are the ground, and the whole body suddenly leans back, and then punches hard, blasting at Zhang Yiqing's lower abdomen.

Seeing this, Zhang Yiqing smiled slightly, as if he had seen through the opponent's move, he was in the air, and he easily dodged this punch with a right roll, and then, he quickly kicked out a kick, and under the surprise of the fat tiger, the instep hit the opponent's back.

"Hmmm......"

With this kick, the fat tiger let out a muffled snort, and his body, which was already unstable, flew out backwards, but flew directly to the audience......

"Peng ......"

As a heavy object fell to the ground, there was a sigh from the crowd.

"Hey, isn't our Chinese kung fu really inferior to karate?"

"Isn't Fat Tiger usually very powerful? Why did he lose to Zhang Yiqing in three or two moves?"

"I originally wanted to sign up for the Chinese Kung Fu Association, but now it seems that there is no future......

Seeing Fat Tiger leaving alone in frustration, there was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and most of them had lost confidence in Huaxia Kung Fu!

"I am the supreme in the world of Chinese kung fu, how can karate and taekwondo be compared?"

With a rather coercive voice sounded, the audience suddenly quieted down, and everyone followed the voice, only to see a lean young man in a white exercise shirt slowly walking to the front of the stage, his left hand on the edge of the platform lightly, and the whole body jumped up like a swallow, and when he landed, he was already standing firmly in front of Zhang Yiqing.

"It's Senior Ning Fan......"

"Senior Ning Fan is so handsome......"

"Senior Ning Fan, I love you!"

……

And no matter what this Ning Fan looks like, just this light body kung fu that is forced by his hands is incomparable to the so-called masters of karate and taekwondo!

"Zhang Yiqing, you are my defeated general, why are you arrogant here today?"

"Ning Fan, be careful when you speak, that day's competition, it was obviously you who attacked me, otherwise, I would lose to you?"

"Okay, let's have our own opinions, and we can't say anything famous, so let's take advantage of today's opportunity to have a good competition to see who is the real winner!"

"That's what I mean!"

After speaking, after the two of them saluted, they started their posture.

I have to say that the "master" competition is still quite imposing, and the posture of pretending to be forced before this competition is not something that ordinary people can imitate!

I saw Zhang Yiqing at this time after paying his left hand, his right arm was slowly raised, and then the palm of his hand was stretched out, the palm was facing up, and then the four fingers hooked the other party.

Looking at Ning Fan again, his left knee was slowly bent, his right leg was stretched forward, and the center of gravity of his body slowly shifted downward, while his hands were continuously punching a series of punches, and the last one fell on his chest one after the other.

Seeing this, all the girls in the audience covered their mouths and screamed, as if they were about to be conquered by the two people on the stage.

"Wen Bing, you see how handsome their posture is, the next time you fight, you will have one too!"

At this time, Chu Feifei glanced at the expressionless Wen Bing and said with a smile.

"Flower fist embroidered legs, it is useless!"

Wen Bing shook his head, he naturally disdains this kind of pretending to be a forceful thing, if he is allowed to have a handsome and cool posture, he will directly rise into the air, standing in the air without any support, I believe that if these girls see such a Wen Bing, they will go crazy directly!

Hearing this, Chu Feifei pursed her lips and didn't say much.

And on the stage at this time, Ning Fan and Zhang Yiqing have been fighting for more than a dozen rounds, and both of them are doing their best, for this opportunity to show their strength, the two of them are also fighting!

In the blink of an eye, the two have passed 50 rounds, and they are still evenly matched, Zhang Yiqing is slightly taller, but Ning Fan looks a little lean, even so, Ning Fan is extremely explosive because of the foreign skills he has practiced, and often a move will catch Zhang Yiqing off guard, and several times, Zhang Yiqing almost suffered a dark loss.

At this point, Zhang Yiqing was already feeling a little pressure, he understood that Ning Fan's endurance was extraordinary, if he didn't hurry up to restrain the other party, I was afraid that the next form would be more and more unfavorable to him.

So after the two of them collided, he quickly withdrew his hands, put his right foot on the ground a little, and his whole body flew out two or three meters high, and then quickly stretched out his right foot, and directly attacked Ning Fan on the opposite side with the help of rebound.

And Ning Fan was also blinded by a very powerful blow from the other party just now, and before he could react, he saw Zhang Yiqing attacking him again.

Seeing this, Ning Fan quickly took a few steps back, and while trying to widen the distance between the two, he organized a counterattack.

Seeing that Zhang Yiqing's kick was about to kick himself, Ning Fan was on the side of his body, grabbed the other party's ankle directly with both hands, and then shook it hard, intending to throw Zhang Yiqing off the stage, but Zhang Yiqing's reaction speed was not slow, when the other party grabbed his ankle, he had already forcibly pressed his body forward, and his hands were holding Ning Fan's neck, I let you dump me, then let's get off the stage together!

Zhang Yiqing thought so.

Seeing this, Ning Fan did not hesitate to let go of his right hand, turned his palm into a fist, and directly attacked Zhang Yiqing's lower abdomen.

This sudden punch was a big surprise to Zhang Yiqing, and before he could make a corresponding counterattack, he felt a huge impact in his abdomen.

"Hmmm......"

Receiving this punch, Zhang Yiqing intuitively felt a tumbling in his abdomen, and even his breathing was hindered, and the feeling of suffocation hit him, so he had to let go of his hands, so, under the impact of this punch, Zhang Yiqing's entire body flew backwards.

Seeing this, Ning Fan immediately rushed up, and when Zhang Yiqing just landed, he kicked him again.

At this time, Zhang Yiqing bowed down and fell to the ground, and before he could stabilize the center of gravity of his body, he ate the other party again.

Outcome......

Without any suspense, Zhang Yiqing rolled off the stage directly, naturally losing this competition!