Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing now? Tristan lay on the ground with a confused expression, and then the laughter of the devil angels stimulated him to wake up suddenly, and he looked back to see that Grace's slut was taking the initiative to talk to a tall and handsome Chinese teenager, and judging from where the Chinese teenager was standing, it was the one who kicked his ass!

"Fack!" Tristan gritted his teeth but was struck by the sand, and he got up and pounced to fight the Chinese boy, but to his surprise, Grace stood in front of the Chinese boy, staring at him with a cold gaze that made him feel cold:

"Tristan, don't hit anyone!"

"He's beating me, okay?" Tristan is almost mad, is this girl crazy, she is a noble Caucasia, why is she so protective of a Chinese person?

"Didn't you ask for it yourself?" Xiang Long rubbed Xiang Yiming's head casually, then looked around and spread his hands with a helpless expression: "I have never seen such a request in my life!" ”

Grace laughed, and when the devil angels saw that the eldest sister was laughing, they hurriedly kept in formation and laughed. A group of warblers and swallows smiled flamboyantly, and Tristan's friends all looked at each other and had nothing to say, after all, they had never seen such a request in their lives......

Tristan's face was green, and although he fell and ate, fortunately his brain was still there.

Tristan raised his eyebrows and shook his fist at the dragon: "Fake! I'm talking about a one-on-one duel! Duel in the open! Could it be that Huaxia Kung Fu will only sneak attack from behind? ”

Xiang Long squinted at him: "You want to be one-on-one with me?" ”

"Choke to death!" Tristan was anxious to wash away his shame and declared war on the dragon without hesitation.

He was aggressive and roared almost on his forehead in front of Xiang Long: "I'll fight with you one-on-one, in an open duel!" I want everyone to know that Chinese kung fu is rubbish!

"You Chinese people, all of them are rubb ......"

Tristan's eyes widened in disbelief, and he didn't know what he had done to his jaw just now, and he was suddenly speechless anyway.

"Shhh

As if his chin no longer belonged to him, Tristan's mouth was uncontrollably open, his chin was dangling and swaying, and the saliva was like the Yellow River bursting its banks and flowing out of control......

"Master, mighty! Master, mighty! Xiang Yiming excitedly shouted for Xiang Long next to him.

"Broad ......"

Tristan was shocked and angry and wanted to curse, but it was too difficult for him, not to mention that the more he opened his mouth, the more saliva flowed, and Tristan decisively decided not to beep if he could.

With red eyes, he punched Xiang Long hard, like a mad bull rushing savagely!

This punch was so fast and so fierce that the devil angels were all discolored, and even some of them let out bursts of screams of horror. Compared with Tristan, a muscular man of more than 1.9 meters and more than 200 pounds, although Xiang Long is not short, he is too weak to help the wind. In the eyes of the devil angels, Xiang Long seems to be a piece of paper, and Tristan can knock him away with one punch!

Hide! Hide! The devil angels can't help but feel anxious about Xiang Long in their hearts, appearance is justice, it is obvious that the tall and handsome Xiang Long is much more righteous than Tristan's muscular man, so their butts involuntarily tilt towards Xiang Long. But to their surprise, Xiang Long not only did not hide, but also rubbed Xiang Yiming's head with a smile.

I'm dying, why do you comfort others? Tristan was so manic that he looked like a bison who had been ** by the second brother of Africa, but just when his punching fist was about to hit Xiang Long in the face-

Xiang Long's hand actually grabbed his fist head-on, understatement, silently.

Tristan's face couldn't help but change greatly, he had done a professional test, and his straight punch was at least a hundred kilograms or more, but such a powerful force was like a stone sinking into the sea in Xiang Long's palm!

It's not scientific! Tristan couldn't believe his eyes: this monkey was only a few pounds!

Xiang Long looked at him with a smile, and the hand holding his fist suddenly twisted, only to hear the sound of "Gaba"!

Break...... Finish? Tristan's eyes were about to fall out of his sockets, and then Xiang Longyun kicked Tristan's knee lightly, and Tristan knelt in front of Xiang Long involuntarily with a "gaba" sound! After a brief moment of confusion, Tristan suddenly erupted into hysterical cries, and his jaw fell and tears, snot, and saliva poured out together, but he could only let out a "woo" cry. Tristan's heart was almost broken at this moment - his arm was broken! The leg is also broken! From now on, not only could he no longer box, but he even became a cripple! A cripple who can't even take care of himself!

He's still a kid!

"Shhh No matter how you say it, Tristan was the top 16 of last year's all-Los Angeles high school boxing competition, but in front of the Chinese teenagers, he had no power to fight back, and he was even disabled......

"Wow-" Grace and her friends all had their hearts rippling, and they couldn't get together and complained in groups.

Americans worship the strong, so Xiang Long deliberately chose to defeat Tristan head-on. Due to various reasons such as national conditions, skin color, and prejudice, the Chinese Kung Fu Club will inevitably face countless Tristans if it wants to gain a foothold. Evasion, compromise, and peace are not the root cause, only by defeating them head-on with their own fists can the Tristans know how to treat the Chinese!

Looking down at Tristan, who was crying on his knees, he smiled at the dragon: "Tell me, who is trash?" ”

Tristan fell to his knees crying, unable to say anything, and of course he couldn't speak.

Xiang Yiming was excited and scared next to him, Xiang Long knocked off Tristan's jaw, and broke one of his arms and legs! It's cool, but it's so big......

How did it end, hey!