A fair-skinned coach handed Wu Xian protective gear for his head and back, but Wu Xian shook his head, "No need." ”

glanced at Chen Changtian playfully, this kind of taekwondo instructor who is not even a martial arts cultivator is inferior to the street gangsters in Wu Xian's eyes, after all, the gangsters will also carry watermelon knives, which can bring a trace of threat to Wu Xian.

"Mr. Wu, don't take it too lightly, it's not good if it hurts you. Seeing that Wu Xian arrogantly refused to wear protective gear, Chen Changtian's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth raised a sinister smile.

"Mr. Wu, Changtian is a third-stage black belt. The coach who originally planned to put on the protective gear for Wu Xian frowned, "He is not one of those students with yellow belts and green belts, I advise you to ......" The coach on the side frowned and dissuaded, several people looked at Wu Xian, and the young man looked at him with disdain, which made them a little annoyed in their hearts.

The other students who had taken the stage had returned to the audience, and the students were standing in a phalanx watching the four coaches and youths in the field.

I saw that Wu Xian did not wear any protective equipment, his right hand passed through the foot target fixing belt, his elbow was firmly fixed, and his right hand grabbed the fixed belt backwards, facing Chen Changtian in a shield-holding posture.

The three coaches saw that Wu Xian kept dissuading him, so they had no choice but to give up, and explained to the audience through the microphone that it was Wu Xian's own will and was unwilling to wear protective gear.

Instead, a coach leaned into Chen Changtian's ear, "This kid is not wearing protective gear, you control your own strength, don't hurt him, otherwise it will be troublesome if it causes a dispute." ”

Chen Changtian didn't answer, he seemed to nod, but the banter in his eyes became more and more intense, and he finally waited for this opportunity, even if he couldn't hurt Wu Xian, he had to let Wu Xian make a mess in front of everyone.

The three coaches looked at each other, shook their heads, and stepped back.

"Mr. Wu, you have to be careful. Chen Changtian grinned, kicked his feet, his body was light, his legs were like knives, and he spared no effort to kick Wu Xian.

Bang bang bang...... Side kicks, straight kicks, backspin kicks, wheel kicks, reverse wheel kicks, ...... The leg method was smooth, and the leg wind was fierce, attacking Wu Xian's foot target with a storm.

Sometimes Chen Changtian seems to be careless, his head is a little off, and he will kick towards Wu Xian's lower abdomen and arms, whether it is unintentional or intentional, only Chen Changtian himself knows.

However, Wu Xian's defense was not leaky, and he was able to block Chen Changtian's offensive just right every time. Chen Changtian's speed is as fast as the wind in the eyes of the audience, but in the eyes of Wu Xian, it is as slow as a snail.

Not to mention the sound of thumping from the foot target, it seemed to be very powerful, but in fact, in Wu Xian's opinion, it was about the same as the strength of the breeze.

Wu Xian's legs were together, one hand was holding the foot target, the other hand was behind him, his feet seemed to be rooted in the ground, motionless, no matter how Chen Changtian attacked, he was like a sculpture, only the right hand holding the foot target was constantly moving and adjusting the direction.

"This ...... Is this person a practitioner?" Looking at the coach in the field and discussing in a whisper, they naturally saw that Chen Changtian was making a full shot, but Wu Xian's reaction surprised them even more, under this fierce offensive, no matter which one of them had to retreat step by step in front of Chen Changtian, but Wu Xian ......

At this time, they had already decided that Wu Xian must have practiced, and the worry in their hearts suddenly disappeared, and they watched the battle in the arena with great interest.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that a trace of sarcasm appeared in Wu Xian's eyes, and the vitality in his body flowed directly to his whole body, and some of it was condensed into his right hand.

Just when Chen Changtian was in a hurry and hit the target, Wu Xian's body twisted slightly, and in an instant, the soles of his feet and waist shook, and an invisible force was transmitted to his hands, and the target touched Chen Changtian's right foot.

The sudden loud noise, like a thunderbolt, made everyone in the stadium feel their hearts skip a beat and look at it with anxiety.

Nearly ten centimeters thick, the foot target stuffed with cotton, the leather was broken, the cotton was splashed, the foot target was broken into four or five pieces and scattered around, Chen Changtian fell straight to the ground.

Bang! The ring seemed to tremble, Chen Changtian hugged his knee with one hand, and the screams suddenly sounded, and his face was already distorted, as if he had suffered great pain.

There was silence in the gym, and they all stood up and stared at the situation in the field.

"What's going on?" The three coaches were stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly surrounded Chen Changtian, only to see Chen Changtian's right foot twisted, and the sole of his foot was strangely twisted, forming a right angle to his ankle.

"Is it osteoporosis?" Wu Xian shook his right hand, threw some of the fragments of the foot target that was still hanging on his hand to the ground, took a few steps forward, and said jokingly: "Your foot target is really not strong, it can't be a fake, right?"

After speaking, Wu Xian walked to the audience.

"Wu Xian, are you okay?" As soon as she returned to Bai Xue's side, Bai Xue anxiously checked Wu Xian up and down, lest Wu Xian suffer any damage.

"That's it, don't hold on!" Qin Yuwen also looked concerned, she glanced at the situation on the field, Chen Changtian was still howling and rolling on the ground.

"What the hell is wrong with me. Wu Xian shrugged his shoulders, looked at the stage and jokingly said, "Osteoporosis at a young age, it's really pitiful." ”

Bai Xue and Qin Yuwen each took one side, pinched up and down a few times, and saw that Wu Xian had no reaction, so he put his mind at ease, but his eyes looked at the stage suspiciously, osteoporosis? Is it possible?

Also in disbelief were Chen Changtian's colleagues, the other three coaches of the Han Martial Arts Hall.

"How is this possible...... "One coach looked up at his companion and kicked the target, causing him to fracture the ball of his foot?

None of them could do it, they had worked with Chen Changtian for a long time, and the three of them naturally knew that Chen Changtian would not be able to kick the target either.

But this target and Chen Changtian's injuries in the miserable howl, could it be true that there is osteoporosis? But how can the foot target be explained? How terrifying should be the force of this smashing the foot target.

The older coach, who was also the owner of the Han Martial Arts Pavilion, glanced sideways at Wu Xian's back, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Quick, send him to the infirmary first!" the hall master commanded directly.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wu Xian left the gym with Bai Xue, Qin Yuwen and others, and in full view of everyone, he was still on the defensive side, no matter how suspicious he was, he would not suspect Wu Xian's head.

Most of the audience thought that Chen Changtian used too much force, but he injured himself, and a small number of people saw some clues, if he used too much force, so that the foot target was broken, why didn't Wu Xian have anything to do?

Of course, speculation out of thin air, without real evidence, both the audience and the members of the gym could only let Wu Xian and the others leave.

After accompanying Bai Xue and Qin Yuwen around the campus for an afternoon, Wu Xian and the others returned to the royal villa.

(End of chapter)