The power of this kick is not much, but the timing is just right, all of Lu Ke's center of gravity is on this foot, and due to the excessive force, this script does not stand firmly.

Being kicked by Fang Yu like this, Lu Ke suddenly lost his balance, fell down with a "snap", and slammed face down on the ground.

This time it happened to hit the sour meridian on his nose, and Lu Ke suddenly burst into tears and snot, as embarrassed as he wanted.

But Millie also said under the ring: "Fang Yu, you are lighter, you see that you have made people cry." ”

Insult, this is definitely an insult, since he learned taekwondo, Lu Kehe has suffered such anger.

"I'll make you regret it." Seeing Lu Ke roar, the carp stood up, flew up and kicked Fang Yu's head again, the action was very similar to before.

Seeing that Fang Yu was sideways again, and at the same time kicked his supporting leg, Lu Ke sneered in his heart: "Do you think I will make the same mistake twice?" It's so naïve. ”

The next moment, he shifted his entire weight to the supporting foot, and at the same time retracted the kick and prepared for the follow-up action.

Since Taekwondo's technique is very focused on leg attacks, their lower game is solid, and Lu Ke is very confident in himself and will definitely not trip again.

However, the next moment, a sharp pain came from his toes, and he saw that Fang Yu's soles were stepping on his toes, and he actually rubbed them shamelessly.

A sharp pain came, and the whole leg instantly became as if it was not his own, and Lu Ke let out a miserable scream, holding his toes with both hands, and jumped up in the ring in the form of a one-legged jump.

There was a commotion in the audience, and the members of the "Hengren Dao Hall" all shouted.

"Foul!"

"It's despicable."

"I actually use the next three tricks like stepping on my toes."

Faced with such accusations, Fang Yu just spread his hands indifferently: "Count me as a foul, do we want to continue." ”

"Of course, go ahead."

"Oba, knock this kid down."

"Side kicks, downward splits, roundabout kicks, kicks with both legs, Lu Shao, quickly use these tricks on this kid again."

Several students of the "Hengren Dao Gym" shouted desperately, but Lu Ke in the ring suddenly shouted: "Shut up. ”

Everyone was stunned, and he beckoned to Han Jaeying again: "Come and help me." ”

"Oba, why are you ......?" Han Jaeyoung was a little puzzled, in his opinion, Lu Ke was just stepped on, even if it was a little painful at the time, it would be good to take a rest, and he could continue to compete.

However, Lu Ke knew in his heart that his toes were probably cracked under the other party's step, and now he felt pain in his heart as long as he touched the ground slightly.

In the past few years of practicing taekwondo, he has not been injured, but he never thought that he would be broken by someone casually stepping on his toes.

On the other hand, the strength of this seemingly unassuming opponent is terrifying.

"Stop talking nonsense, come and help me." Lu Ke urged loudly, after working for a while, his forehead was already full of cold sweat, and he didn't know whether it was pain or fear.

And the most unbelievable thing is Millie, before that, she was still using Fang Yu as a sandbag to vent her anger.

But in any case, I didn't expect that Fang Yu was such a hidden master, and the two scenes just now were simply scenes that could only be seen in movies and movies.

Seeing that Lu Ke was cleaned up so miserably by Fang Yu, Millie only felt extremely relieved in her heart.

What girl doesn't want her crush to be a hero who can protect herself at a critical moment? At this moment, Millie suddenly had a trace of inexplicable feelings in her heart.

No one dared to be verbose anymore, Han Zaiying stepped forward to support Lu Ke, and the latter gritted his teeth and said, "I admit defeat today, but do you dare to fight with my master?" ”

"Who is your master?"

"You are lonely and unheard, and you may not have heard of my master's name, but it doesn't matter, I'll tell you." Lu Ke said proudly: "My master Li Yuanmin is from Seoul, South Korea, is a top master of taekwondo, five years ago once won the Korean youth taekwondo championship, and now come to Nan'an City to promote taekwondo, is the owner and senior coach of our "Hengren Gym". ”

When he said these words, the expression on Lu Ke's face was both showing off and worshipping, as if it was a glorious thing to know that Li Yuanmin.

This phenomenon is actually quite common among young people, many people more or less have the idea of admiring foreigners, and think that foreign monks can recite scriptures.

When Li Yuanmin came to Jianghai a few years ago, he claimed to be the champion of the Korean Youth Taekwondo Competition, and his practical brain knew that this champion must have a lot of water, otherwise he would not be unable to mix in the country, so he went to Nan'an City to eat mixed rice.

However, such a parallel trade with insufficient gold content has flourished in Nan'an City, and many taekwondo clubs have paid high prices to invite him to be a coach, and many young people believe in the halo on his head and worship him as an idol.

Among them is Lu Ke.

"Although I have lost to you in the past, but my master has made a move, you have absolutely no chance of winning." Lu Ke continued.

"My master is skillful, shot like the wind, strong and heavy, over the years after dozens of games, never defeated, and many of the people who fought him have broken bones and tendons, some even fell into lifelong disabilities, if you are afraid, kneel down and admit defeat, otherwise if you are injured, it will be self-inflicted."

Hearing such shameless praise, Fang Yu really couldn't help it, and asked, "Are these victories all with your own eyes?" ”

"No, these are all my master's brilliant achievements when he was in Korea, and since he arrived in Nan'an City, no one has dared to challenge my master."

"So you've heard of it?" Fang Yu sneered: "Isn't it good to be low-key? I think I punched Tyson and kicked Holyfield back then, do you think I told anyone? ”

"Fang Yu, you're bragging!"

"Speak as if he's not."

"You ......" Lu Ke once again felt that he was running out of words, and when it came to bickering, he was not Fang Yu's opponent.

And that Han Zaiying said on the side: "Chinese are all bad races, if you really have the guts, three days later, our museum owner is willing to have an open competition with you, the whole process is recorded by the TV station, to ensure fairness and justice, the players sign a contract before the game, if there is any damage shall not be pursued, do you dare?" ”

Originally, Fang Yu didn't want to waste too much time on these people, but this Han Jaeying's arrogant attitude stimulated him.

"Okay, since you want to fight so much, what would I not want to do."