Cui Zhengyuan looked at the hideousness that flashed on Wang Zhong's face, and he had a feeling of being targeted by a tiger. Suddenly, Cui Zhengyuan felt a little uneasy about his behavior of provoking the Hong Kong martial arts world, and a trace of regret, maybe he was a little reckless.

When the teacher Jin Jiapan left South Korea, he told him not to provoke Hong Kong martial arts.

My brain was hot just now, and I left the teacher's teachings behind.

But now Cui Zhengyuan is also difficult to ride a tiger, if he is cowardly before fighting, he will not only embarrass his teacher Kim Jiapan, but also become a shame for Korean taekwondo.

It will even directly affect the promotion and development of taekwondo in the world!

If it really comes to that point, even if he is a member of the Cui family and a disciple of the Grandmaster Jin Jiapan, the seeded player who is most likely to impact the ninth dan of taekwondo, will be ruthlessly abandoned!

Ma San watched the live TV, his fists creaked, looking at Cui Zhengyuan's arrogant expression, Ma San couldn't wait to beat him to death with one punch.

"Master, I'll rush to Kowloon Stadium immediately, and I'll use his blood to wash away the shame of Hong Kong's martial arts!"

"What's the hurry! Wang Zhong's descendant will make a move!"

The old god of Miyayuda was watching TV, and the phone in the living room kept ringing again, but Miyayuda didn't let anyone answer it. Gong Yutian knew that it was a request to fight, and the Hong Kong martial arts were plucked from the tiger's whiskers in the old nest, which is something that every Hong Kong martial artist allows to happen!

"Jin Jiapan has accepted a good disciple, but it's a pity that he is about to collapse in Hong Kong. If Wang Zhong's heart is soft-hearted for a while, you know what to do!"

Gong Yutian Xiong's face was grim and said lightly.

At this moment, he is no longer the kind and wise old man, but the chief scoop of Hong Kong's martial arts!

"Yes, I know what to do!"

Ma San's eyes showed a bloodthirsty light, picked up the top hat hanging on the wall and disappeared into the night.

"I hope you won't let me down!"

After Gong Yutian said this, he lay down on the old rocking chair again, like an ordinary old man, humming a opera softly and entertaining himself. In that sentence, I don't know if it was Wang Zhong or Ma San.

Just after Cui Zhengyuan introduced himself, Zeng Xinwei also walked in with a fairness.

"Sign it, life and death!"

Wang Zhong took the letter of life and death and signed his name without hesitation, and threw the contract to Cui Zhengyuan with some contempt.

"If you don't dare to sign it, just say that Korean taekwondo is rubbish, and Korean taekwondo is not as good as Chinese kung fu!"

Cui Zhengyuan looked at the words of life and death on the contract, his heart couldn't help but be photographed, and his face became pale. Although he has played many games, he has never played in this kind of life and death ring.

When I thought that I might be killed on the spot, I couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in my heart!

He instinctively wanted to cancel the match, but let him say that Korean taekwondo is not as good as Chinese kung fu, but he can't!

South Korea is a country with particularly strong self-esteem, even to the point of aberration.

Because of their lack of history, resources, and culture, they pay more attention to taekwondo, which is known as the quintessence of the country!

The World Taekwondo Federation, under the promotion of Korean Taekwondo, has made a very gratifying development in the world!

If he said that on such an occasion, it would be an irreparable loss to Korean taekwondo!

I will not be defeated, I am an 8th dan black belt in Korean taekwondo, long live the Korean nation!

Cui Zhengyuan's face showed a trace of struggle, and finally his eyes showed a look of determination and luck.

Write your name on the life and death document and put your fingerprint on it.

Zeng Xinwei put away the documents signed by the two and left the venue at the same time as the athletes and judges.

In the huge stadium, there are only two people, Wang Zhong and Cui Zhengyuan!

This is a life-and-death fight related to honor!

Only one person can leave the stadium in this game!

The loser will lose his life!

His bloody Cheng dù even surpasses the underground black fist!

But no one came out to accuse, both men and women stared at the screen tightly!

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Whether it is Hong Kong warriors or ordinary people in Hong Kong, these three words burst out from their hearts.

Cui Zhengyuan was taken by this crazy atmosphere and looked at Wang Zhong a little crazy.

But Wang Zhong was still standing there quietly, and he couldn't tell that he was fighting to the death!

The strength of a warrior lies not in his strength and skill, but in his heart!

Wang Zhong's heart was unusually calm, like a deep pool, and every qiē around him left a reflection on the surface of the deep pool, but this qiē could not make a ripple in the deep pool.

Cui Zhengyuan was the first to stand this crazy atmosphere and was the first to strike.

His legs are so fast and so hard that even the planks will be broken by his kicks!

But the corners of Wang Zhong's mouth rose with disdainful ridicule, a martial artist who was intimidated could never become a strong man!

Wang Zhong also moved!

He didn't care about Choi Jung-won's whip leg, and his left leg took a half-step forward.

Cui Zhengyuan's heart couldn't help but burst, Wang Zhong's half-step gave him the feeling that he was close to the end of the world, and he even had an illusion that the distance from the ends of the earth could not stop Wang Zhong's half-step!

Wang Zhong's right hand clenched into a fist, emanating from the middle pan chest and abdomen, its shape is short, its strength is fierce, like a collapsing arrow piercing the heart, like a landslide and the ground cracks!

Don't move, don't fight, it's just a moment, this is Xingyi!

Boom!

Wang Zhong's half-step collapse fist came first, Cui Zhengyuan didn't have a chance to dodge at all, and the fist hit Cui Zhengyuan's chest and abdomen fiercely!

A powerful force passed through Cui Zhengyuan's body, shattering his internal organs and bones, and his back was punched out of a bowl-sized blood hole, and blood and broken bones were like fountains, splashing everywhere!

"My master won't let you go!"

Blood and broken organs clogged Choi Jung-won's trachea, leaving him with only a loud noise. But the shape of his mouth and his eyes were understood by Wang Zhong.

"I'll wait!"

Wang Zhong took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped his palms, as if it was a very common thing to kill Cui Zhengyuan with one punch.

"Half-step collapse boxing is the stunt of Guo Yunshen, the master of Xingyi boxing in the Republic of China, and there is a saying that half-step collapse boxing beats the world. At that time, there were few people in the martial arts who could avoid Master Guo's punch. Master Wang's fists are strong and imposing, and he is worthy of being the descendant of the martial god Sun Lutang!"

Zeng Xinwei was not frightened by the bloody scene at all, but waved his fists excitedly.

Valkyrie!

Valkyrie!

Valkyrie!

I don't know who was the first to shout out the little martial god, and finally the audience in the whole stadium spontaneously shouted.

Valkyrie!

Valkyrie!

Valkyrie!

Zeng Xinwei paused for a moment, came back to his senses, and shouted Xiaowu God with the audience.

Valkyrie!

Valkyrie!

Valkyrie!

The contestants and judges also shouted, Wang Zhong's name as a martial god is well deserved!

Wearing a top hat and hiding in the crowd, Ma San showed a look of struggle in his eyes, and finally seemed to let go of something in his heart, and shouted along.

With the shouts one after another, the look in Ma San's eyes became more and more relaxed, and the gaze on Wang Zhong also softened.

Gong Yutian stood up from the rocking chair excitedly, silently looking at the far east, if this son is immortal, he will definitely inherit the mantle of the martial god!

The martial arts masters from all walks of life in Hong Kong looked at them with complicated faces, and the name of the martial god reminded them of that era of heroes!

Tiger head Shaobao, the first hand in the world, the martial god Sun Lutang is a myth!

Integrating the three major internal fists into one and creating his own Sunmen Taiji, I am afraid that Yang Luchan and Dong Haichuan will not be his opponents. Sun Lutang is worthy of the title of the first person in national art!

But Sun Lutang is another nightmare!

Because of the extreme poverty in his life, no warrior can climb that mountain!

Just when everyone thought that with the passage of time, they could forget him, Hong Kong gave birth to a little martial god!

is also from the Sun family!

It's also wonderful!

It is lucky to be born in the same era as such a warrior. But again, unfortunate!

Bruce Lee's era has passed,

The next era will belong to Wang Zhong!

Jintang Zha Liangyong looked at the live TV broadcast excitedly, although Jintang is not a martial artist, but he has the feelings of a martial artist, while the pride in his chest has not yet receded, Jintang splashed ink, leaving two big ink characters.

Valkyrie!

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