All the boxers went to the ring in good health, flying down in all kinds of ways, some with fists, some with kicks, some with fingers, in short, no one can stick to more than one move in Chu Ling's hands.

It's a pity that his hair is not bald, and when he is bald, he is afraid that one punch will destroy the world and not a single inch of grass will grow!

The fighters were all humming and chirping in pain under the ring.

Chu Ling was very measured, he just taught them a lesson, the medical expenses would not exceed a few hundred yuan, and the injuries were not serious enough to be hospitalized.

After all, this group of fighters are still students, and it is understandable that they are young and vigorous.

Curator Park's face, as one by one boxer was solved by one move, flew off the ring, becoming more and more gloomy and ugly.

"This bunch of trash, I'm coming!" he ripped off his suit and changed into a taekwondo suit in his sports bag, and finally tightened the black belt around his waist.

"(Korean) Dad, you can't beat him, if he lets you win for me, what's the point? If he insists on honoring and defeats you, won't you also lose face? Why can't you not fight the river water in the well, and what will be the result of competing with him?" Park Yeon-hee stopped her father and said.

"(Korean) It's a man's honor, you won't understand! If you don't live for victory, then everything will lose your meaning in life!" said Director Park in a stern and solemn manner.

In his eyes, it is not the ring that walks on, but the hall of honor of men.

Why is blood and the sword the symbol of a man? Because honor is more important to them than life.

Women will not understand, will never understand, this sacred feeling.

Whether it is a Chinese woman or a South Korean woman, they only live for the present, or even only for the sake of life itself......

"As you said, this is a man's honor, and I will not show mercy!" Chu Ling said.

"(Korean) Hmph, your mercy is the greatest insult to me! Even if you use your skills, if you can win me, I will lose!" said Director Park.

At first glance, it sounds quite philosophical, but when you think about it, isn't this nonsense?

I thought he would say, "If you win, I'll allow my daughter to have a relationship"!

"(Korean) won you, and you are not allowed to interfere in my relationship with your daughter in the future. ”

"(Korean) don't dream, I'll talk about winning first!"

Director Park put his fists on his chest, his face was solemn, and he posed as a match.

This battle made Chu Ling feel embarrassed, and the reason was not that the opponent was too strong, but the identity of the opponent.

As an old father-in-law who has not passed the door, he is too heavy, and even if he wins, he will lose.

But if he loses to Director Park, it will inevitably make him even more domineering, and he will be miserable.

Therefore, Chu Ling must defeat him, however, he must not be injured yet.

The boxers in the audience were scarred, and they were all very excited to see Director Park in the ring, and the master was going to avenge everyone in person.

"Coach Park, shoot him to death! ”

"Father-in-law, you must teach this guy a good lesson!"

......

Only Park Yeon-hee frowned and looked at her father worriedly.

She understands Chu Ling's power, her father must not be an opponent, but where can she stop her father?

"(Korean) boy, you can't take my fists at all, it's too late to surrender now. Director Park threatened viciously in Korean.

The people in the audience didn't understand Korean, and they thought he was talking cruelly, so they couldn't help but exclaim: "He is worthy of being a taekwondo master, and he speaks so domineering!"

"(Korean) As the saying goes, if you surrender and lose half, is it true that if I surrender, your daughter can lose half of me?"

"(Korean) Bastard, my precious girl, don't even think of moving!"

It's a pity that what Director Park didn't know was that not only did he move his hair, but he also moved his curly hair.

But just taking advantage of words has already angered Lao Pu.

He let out a loud shout, lifted his legs, and kicked in the air.

Chu Ling had long been familiar with taekwondo's moves, and when he fought with Xianyu that day, he was not as strong as he is now, and he was enough to defeat a group of taekwondo masters.

Today, facing Director Park, who is no longer in his prime, he is even more confident, and he decides to fight him only with taekwondo moves, and only by defeating him in this way can he be convinced.

So, Chu Ling raised his legs, which were taller than those of Director Park.

Just when the opponent's flying leg kicked, Chu Ling's foot hooked Curator Park's foot, forcibly withstood his flying kick, and then stepped on his foot on the ground.

This flying kick was very heavy, and the kick hit Chu Ling's leg bone, which hurt a little, and he immediately used healing techniques to heal himself, and his face immediately returned to a smile as soon as he twitched.

Park Yeon-hee was very nervous offstage, but she never spoke, for fear of interfering with the two parties, and it was not her wish that anyone would be injured.

Director Park was trampled on by him, and he could no longer give full play to the advantage of kicking, so he was so angry that he punched him.

Chu Ling dodged sideways, allowing him to take a break, taking the opportunity to grab his arm, raise his leg and kick, and stop steadily when the surface of his foot was only a few centimeters away from his face.

Director Park thought that his hand was grabbed and he couldn't dodge, but this flying kick kicked heavily in the face, which was very insulting, and he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

But he didn't get kicked for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the other party's feet showing mercy.

"(Korean) Kung Fu sparring, the point is up, now you can divide the winner and loser, right?" Chu Ling said.

"(Korean) Don't think about it! Young people don't talk about martial arts, if I hadn't been careless, I didn't dodge, let you grab your arm, and I wouldn't be able to dodge your move? Hmph, you rat tail juice!" Director Park rubbed his arm and said unconvinced.

, this passage seems a little familiar!

"(Korean) Chu Ling, come here, I want to say something to you!" Park Yeon-hee suddenly called him.

Chu Ling walked to the rope of the ring and bent down to listen to her whisper.

"You have the audacity to fight my father, and it's okay to hurt him, it's a big deal to send him to the hospital for treatment. In this life, he is self-righteous and pretentious, my mother and I have had enough of him, you let him recognize himself today, maybe he can change in the future. Park Yeon-hee said in a low voice.

Chu Ling said in her heart, if she knew that I had healing skills, maybe she would let me start a little heavier, anyway, she wouldn't kill anyone, and breathe a sigh of relief for her mother.

So, he nodded.

With his girlfriend's decree, and now he is the old man who is ordered by him, Chu Ling no longer has any scruples.

When Director Park saw his daughter whispering to him, he was not angry but happy: "Hmph, my daughter still loves me, I must tell this stinky boy to let me, hehe, now I can fight casually, he is afraid that he will not dare to fight back!"

A group of boxers in the audience, seeing the intimate whispers of the goddess and Chu Ling, all secretly hated, but as a defeated subordinate, who dares to say that it is better than the bug on the stage?

"(Korean) stinky boy, let the horses come!" said Director Park arrogantly.

"(Korean) Okay!"

Chu Ling jumped up, up to five meters, rotated 1,800 degrees in the air, and completed warm-up exercises such as kicking, chest expansion, and neck twisting in the air.

When he landed to a height of more than one meter, a flying leg kicked the stunned Curator Park into the air and fell into the ring.