Gao Meng shook his head, "Forget it, this guy is scared like this and beats him, forget it, beat him with dirty hands."

After that, Gao Meng looked at the little pickles around him, "Don't run, come up, and keep fighting."

"Keep fighting!"

"Aren't you taekwondo amazing? Afraid of what? Don't be afraid, be brave!"

Gao Meng shouted loudly.

It's okay not to shout, this shout ran farther.

The hearts of these little pickles were already filled with fear, and God knows what they had just experienced.

In their eyes, the Jiangyang thief is no longer a human being, but a devil.

It's a demon god who came down from hell.

It's horrible.

Not a little pickle in the heart of fear.

When the Jiangyang thieves rushed towards them, each of them felt that a wild beast was rushing towards them with its bloody mouth open.

I was timid before I fought.

"What's the matter with all of you?"

Jiang Yang spoke, "The first kendo gym is like this, you are the second taekwondo gym or this, it's all a bunch of garbage."

After a pause, Jiang Yang continued, "I thought your taekwondo gym was a little better, at least a few of them could fight.

How can you say that taekwondo is a martial art that your cold country is proud of, and it is a martial art founded by your own people.

You are not less boasting that you are the number one in the world in taekwondo, stepping on empty gloves, and beating Tang Guo Kung Fu, don't you say that our Tang Guo Kung Fu can't fight, and we embroider our legs?"

Jiang Yang's questioning one after another was like the hearts of people holding a small hammer and a small kimchi door, hammering and hammering.

"How so? Why are you taekwondo the same garbage?"

"I'm very disappointed, really, I'm very disappointed. I came to your country this time with the intention of exchanging martial arts, I hope to meet masters, I hope to compete with masters, not to bully you weak little trash, I really don't want to bully you."

"Instead of bullying you weak little trash, I really don't want to bully you."

The boss's voice came from the computer.

Wang Yu was the first to laugh, "Poof...... Haha, boss, you're so funny, you're going to laugh at me!"

"Haha!" Chen Peng beside him was also laughing, "The little pickles are going to be angry, do you want to bully you?"

The boss was still talking, "Can you understand the loneliness of the master...... Well, you don't understand."

Jiang Yang sighed.

"Forget it, I won't talk about you anymore, I really hate iron and steel.

Let's go.

We're gone, we're going to the 3rd house.

A bunch of little kids, there's no sense of accomplishment in beating them."

"It's boring, just a bunch of little garbage."

"Gone, gone, there's nothing to see, gone."

A group of people shouted and walked out.

Li Lei, who was walking at the end, looked back, and the reporters were still stunned in place, "Reporter friends, let's go, hurry up."

The reporters were in an uproar, and they reacted.

That's when I came back to my senses from the shock.

It's horrible.

Jiangyang thieves are terrible, really terrifying.

Why is it so scary? Why are there such powerful people?

Hundreds of taekwondo masters who beat each other are holding their heads and running around, so I ask if such a person is not terrifying? Isn't it scary?

"The Great Demon King, the Great Demon King, the Great Demon King." A bespectacled male reporter muttered over and over again.

Previously, he learned on the Internet that neon netizens called Jiang Yang's thief "the big devil", and he thought it was an exaggeration by neon netizens.

At this moment, he understood that the neon man was not exaggerating at all.

The Jiangyang thief is really the big demon king.

Seoul National University Youth Martial Arts Hall, which is a mixed martial arts gym.

The curator, Han Tae-moon, is a man with abundance

An experienced mixed martial arts fighter who has won one gold belt and two silver belts in the Ultimate Fighting Championship.

Such a strong man, a master of martial arts, was indeed shocked at this moment.

On his left and right, dozens of martial arts students behind him watched the live TV broadcast with shocked expressions.

Jiang Yang thief is like a demon life, sweeping away a group of taekwondo masters.

It was so strong that it scared them.

"It's horrible." A young martial arts student in his early 20s muttered to himself.

"How can there be such a terrible person?" Another martial arts student's eyelids were jumping in shock.

The horror of the Jiangyang thieves was beyond their imagination.

"Teacher, what should I do?" A dignified-looking student spoke, his eyes showing concern.

The map released by the Jiangyang thieves shows that their martial arts hall is also on it, and according to the order of the map, they should be the fourth.

It's their turn to go home.

Jiang Yang thief wants to kick the hall.

What to do?

Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at the teacher, their curator.

Han Taewen's expression was solemn, just as worried.

He knew that he was far from being the opponent of the Jiangyang thief.

Such a strong opponent comes to the gym, what can I do?

After pondering for a moment, Han Taewen spoke, "The matter has come to this point, and we have no choice. When the time comes, I will face it alone, and you should not interfere."

"Teacher, are you dealing with Jiang Yang's thief?" One of the students worried.

"Jiang Yang Thief, this big devil is too vicious, teacher, we can't let you face it alone."

"I'd like to be with you, teacher."

"Teacher, I'm willing too."

"We stand with you, teacher."

Dozens of students, including coaches, have expressed their intention to stand with the curator and face a strong enemy together.

It's a bit backbone.

Han Taiwen showed a relieved expression, but still Yiyang shook his head, "Even if you are added, you are not the opponent of Jiangyang Thief, and even if we win together, it will be disgraceful, otherwise it will be even more humiliating if we lose, then it will really become a joke, and I will not be able to raise my head for the rest of my life."

The implication is that he bears it alone.

His personal defeat is only his personal honor, at least it will not affect the coaches, the students, at least not the worst outcome.

After Jiang Yang and his team came out, they got into the car and continued to the next goal.

Along the way, the team is growing, and new reporters are joining.

Arrived at the destination.

The third martial arts gym is a wrestling martial arts gym, also on the top floor of a shopping mall, with many onlookers.

This unique kicking match has already attracted the attention of the whole network of the cold country.

It was broadcast live on many TV stations in Seoul, and more than 10 million people watched it.

"Excuse me, please excuse me." Gao Meng shouted, too many people stood in the way, and after the crowd got out of the way, he walked to the gate of the wrestling gym.

The door is closed.

Didn't open the door?

Through the glass door, you can see that there seems to be no one inside...... No, someone, see someone walking.

Gao Meng shouted, "Is there anyone?"

The people inside didn't react, maybe they didn't hear it.

Gao violently slammed the glass door

After a few shots, a young man came over and opened the door.

"What do you do?"

"Kicking the ......"

As he was talking, a woman who looked like a female assistant came out of the room, and hurriedly ran out, holding a notice in her hand and sticking to the glass door with a few big words written on it: Temporarily closed.

"What do you mean by being closed?"

Gao Meng didn't answer, "Tell your curator to come out."

"I'm sorry, sir, but our gym is closed today." The female assistant replied.

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Hey, that's kind of interesting, when is it closed, it's closed at this time, don't tell me it's a coincidence?" Gao Meng mocked.

The female assistant had some unnatural expression on her face, and said, "I'm sorry, we are temporarily closed for interior decoration this morning."

"Interior decoration?" Gao Meng looked inside, "Don't lie to people, where are you decorating, are you afraid to open the door because we came to kick the gym."

As she was talking, the mobile phones of several members of the team rang, Bai Xiaoni took out her mobile phone and looked at it, there was new news in the work group.

is a video.

clicked, a martial arts hall appeared in the video, and it was this gym, I saw a lot of people gathered at the door of the gym to watch the excitement, and then a few people came out of it, took all the propaganda signs placed at the door, and then closed the door.

The video was sent by Xia Ming, and he also replied with a message, "This is a video taken by someone 10 minutes ago, and this gym is still open."

Hehe!

Bai Xiaoni smiled, "Master will show you good things."

The mobile phone was given to the master.

Jiang Yang smiled after taking a look.

", I really see that we close when we come." Gao Meng complained, he also saw it.

"Show it to netizens."

Li Lei opened the video in the group, and his mobile phone approached the live broadcast camera for netizens in the live broadcast room to enjoy.

"Family, you look at this video, it's really funny, this wrestling gym was on our way here, and it was so scared that it closed early and found an excuse to suspend business, an excuse for interior decoration, and died of laughter."

"Haha, this is scared of being beaten."

"Is it such rubbish?"

"I don't dare to fight."

"Hehe, it's like this."

"This is too cowardly, I don't even dare to fight!"

"Scared."

"Laughing to death, little pickles have such guts."

Netizens laughed.

Show it to journalists, too.

Bai Xiaoni took her mobile phone to look at the reporters behind her.

Let them also take a look and appreciate it, this is the martial arts hall of their cold country.

That's it.

That's it.

"What's the situation?" The reporter in the back was still unclear and asked curiously.

"It seems that they knew that the Jiangyang thieves were coming, so they closed the door in advance."

"Ah, wouldn't it?"

"Probably not." Several reporters didn't believe it, and they didn't believe that their martial arts gym in the cold country had the guts of this.

Are you so afraid of Jiangyang thieves?

However, the facts lie ahead.

A video was also taken showing that the door was open a few minutes ago.

There's no quibbling about that.

What's more, you said that you didn't see the decoration in the decoration at all, and there were clearly people and students inside.

Don't doubt it, it's just scared.

Don't dare to open the door to fight.

It's a bit of a shame.

A reporter watched the video and returned the phone to Bai Xiaoni.

His expression was like he had eaten.

There's really nothing to say.

A reporter covered his face.

"What a shit!" Some of them are scolding.

"Alas!" A reporter shook his head and sighed, "Jiang Yang's thief is too powerful, I understand if I'm afraid."

Immediately, another reporter next to him retorted, "How can this be understood? Even if the Jiangyang thief is very powerful, even if he can't beat it, he can't be like this, right?" He said with an angry expression.

"It's rubbish!" Another reporter next to him became angry.

"Hahahaha!"

At this time, Gao Meng laughed, and the laughter attracted the attention of the reporters.

"Fellow journalists, you've all seen it, don't you need to say anything, right?

A bunch of cowards.

Don't blame us for looking down on you, it's because you don't fight for yourself, you don't want to lose face, so don't blame others for stepping on you."

Li Lei interjected, "Actually, it's okay to admit defeat, what excuse do you have, isn't it?

Isn't it okay to be honest?"

"They want to save face, too."

Gao Meng and Li Lei glanced at each other.

In the next second, the two laughed in unison, "Hahahaha!" Laugh so loudly.

At the scene of laughter, many little pickles blushed.

It's really humiliating.

Aggrieved.

There has never been a grievance like today.

"Let's go, it's okay here, let's go to the next one."

The next goal is to open the 4th Seoul National University Cheongmukan.

The atmosphere was heavy.

Curator Han Tae-moon stood in a practice room, waiting for Jiangyang Avenue to come to the door.

None of the dozen or so coaches around him spoke.

"Curator, Jiang Yang thieves are here." A cadet ran from the outside office.

"Did you come so quickly?" Han Taewen was puzzled, didn't he just go to the third house?

"The third one is closed."

"What do you mean by shutting down?" Han Taewen didn't understand.

"They knew that Jiang Yang's thieves came to the door and filmed, so they temporarily found an excuse to say that it was an interior decoration."

"What?" Han Taiwen raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

The student nodded, "They also took a video, and it was still open ten minutes ago."

"Waste." Han Tae-moon was immediately furious."

It's too embarrassing to close the door and not dare to fight.

It's a shame.

"What kind of martial arts gym is this? They have lost our faces!"

"How can this be, even if you can't fight, you have to fight, and you surrender before you fight, what is this?"

"Is the curator of that house from the Han Country?"

More than a dozen coaches were in the mood.

This is really infuriating.

It's not a shame on their own, it's a shame on everyone.

It was still the curator Han Taiwen, who stabilized his mood first, and it was useless to be angry, he could only do his best.

The Jiangyang thieves are coming soon.

He has to be calm and keep himself in the best shape.

Even if you fail, you can't lose too ugly.

You can't lose face in the martial arts of the Han Kingdom.

Death cannot be subdued.

Han Taewen secretly swore in his heart.

More than ten minutes have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Curator, the Gangyang thieves have arrived at Seoul National University, and they will be at our martial arts hall soon." The trainee came to inform again.

Han Taewen clenched his fists.

The atmosphere was tense.

A few more minutes passed, and footsteps came from outside.

It's coming, the Jiangyang thief is coming.

Yes, a large crowd walked in.

There was also a large group of reporters behind him.

At the forefront is the Jiangyang thief.

Han Taewen had a complicated look in his eyes.

is such a Tang native with an ordinary appearance, so that the Qingwu Pavilion has been established for more than 10 years, and has encountered the first and biggest crisis.

"Which of you is the curator?"

When Jiang Yang spoke, his eyes fell on Han Taewen.

"I am." Han Taewen spoke.

"Your Excellency seems to be ready."

"Please." Han Tae-moon made a fist-clenching pose.

The coach behind him automatically got out of the way.

Jiang Yang waved his hand, and the crowd behind him also retreated.

"Come on, Curator Han!" There were journalists in the crowd shouting.

Meet Hankook Wen.

is also a well-known figure in the entertainment industry.

"Director Han, I hope you don't disappoint me." Jiang Yang spoke, "I've already kicked three martial arts gyms, all of them are a bunch of garbage. I hope you have something different that can surprise me a little."

Han Tae-moon didn't reply, but took a fighting stance. Then he took a step forward and stepped forward again.

Very cautious, step by step slowly approaching the Jiangyang thief.

The fight was about to begin, and the surroundings fell silent.

When the distance was less than one meter, Han Tae-wen suddenly kicked his foot, and a whip kick hit the neck of the Jiangyang thief.

"Good!"

"The curator is amazing!"

The coach behind him was excited, thinking that the curator had won, and thought that he was going to knock out the opponent with one kick...... Alas, wait a minute.

Wrong.

Jiang Yang's thief was hit hard in the neck, as if nothing happened.

He also twisted his neck.

"It's too weak, you're too weak on this foot."

"Golden bell jar?"

Han Taewen showed a solemn expression.

recognized that the other party had used the Golden Bell Jar Hard Qigong, and the kick just now was like kicking on a stone pillar.

The other party was unscathed, but his foot hurt a little.

Of course, Han Taiwen checked the information of the Jiangyang thief and knew that the other party had practiced a very powerful hard qigong.

Known as invulnerable.

The so-called invulnerability is just an exaggeration, and all factions of martial arts around the world have a method of practicing luck, but the fists are harder and the body's ability to resist blows is a little stronger.

No one can really be invulnerable, and Han Taewen hasn't seen it anyway.

But now that Han Taiwen knows, he has seen that the other party's hard qigong has indeed reached the realm of invulnerability.

Not an exaggeration at all.

"Again, I believe you haven't shown your strength yet, and you have shown the strength of your whole body." Jiang Yang hooked his hand.

Take a breath.

Han Tae-moon stepped forward and kicked out with a sharp kick of his right leg.

"Smack!"

This kick was heavier than it had just been.

It wasn't over yet, and then he threw a few punches in a row.

However, the other party did not move, but he himself was shocked and took several steps back.

"How is that possible?"

Han Taewen's eyes could not hide his astonishment.

The dozen or so coaches behind him were dumbfounded.

The journalists were dumbfounded.

A little pickle who was watching KBS live radio in front of the TV was also dumbfounded, seeing this scene, he imagined the same scene in his mind, that is, yesterday the TV Muay Thai king also kicked Jiang Yang's neck fiercely.

At that time, the Jiangyang thief also had nothing to do.

I thought that the Muay Thai king didn't eat, and he was too weak to live up to his name.

Compared with this moment, I realized that it was not that the Muay Thai king was too weak, Jiang Yang was too powerful, and his golden bell jar hard qigong was too powerful.

Invulnerability.

"This is the bell jar."

The little kimchi at the scene also thought of it.

A reporter gasped.

Invulnerable, how can this be fought?

The other party doesn't dodge or dodge, so you can't even hit you.

"You're still too weak." Jiang Yang showed a disappointed expression, "I shouldn't have had hope for your martial arts, it's my fault."

"Your fists aren't hard enough, now it's my turn to show you if my fists are hard enough.

Take my first punch first."

The words fell, and with a big stride, Jiang Yang narrowed the distance between him and Han Taiwen, and slammed his fist into his face.

Good speed.

Curator Jin only had time to protect the door with both hands.

"I'm afraid!"

A punch in the arm.

After beating him, he flew backwards and flew out a few meters, and when he was about to fall, the two rivers hurriedly supported the curator.

"Wow

Damn!"

A reporter's pupils dilated, and with such a punch, Curator Han flew out upside down.

How much power this punch is.

Han Taewen's face changed, and he endured the pain in his arm, knowing that his left arm was broken.

The opponent's punch was so powerful.

Invincible.

With this punch, Han Tae-wen knew that his strength was too far from the opponent's.

"Second punch."

The sound came into his ears, and Han Taiwen hurriedly dodged.

But the opponent's punch was faster, and Han Taewen only had time to block it in front of him with his uninjured right hand.

"Smack!" With another punch, he retreated several meters again and fell to the ground.

"Curator." Several coaches exclaimed loudly.

Han Tae-wen struggled to his feet.

Endure the pain.

The right hand was also broken.

Two punches broke both of his hands.

"Is it okay?" Jiang Yang smiled.

Several coaches were about to step forward to help, but were stopped by Han Tae-moon.

"Don't come up."

Han Taewen was covered in sweat, and his hands were unnaturally placed.

"His hand." Some reporters noticed his hands.

"Curator, your hand?" Some coaches noticed it and exclaimed.

"Your hands are already broken, do you still want to fight?"

Jiang Yang asked again.

"I'm not down yet."

"Oh, is that so?" Jiang Yang smiled, "Then take my third punch."

A punching bag-sized fist struck.

Han Taewen wanted to raise his head and raise his hands, but he couldn't lift his hands.

"Smack!" A punch hit him in the face.

Spitting blood from his mouth, Han Taewen staggered back.

"Are you still fighting?"

Jiang Yang's fourth punch was originally about to be shot and withdrawn, but he still asked with a smile.

"Surrender, you." Gao Meng shouted on the side.

"Curator, don't fight." A coach shouted, worried that the curator was so seriously injured that he would continue to fight.

The corners of Han Taiwen's mouth were bleeding, and he looked back at the coach, "Our people in the Qingwu Pavilion have never surrendered, we can only stand and die, and we will never give in."

He said that he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his arm.

"It's impossible for the Jiangyang thief to want me to surrender, you can defeat me......

Before the words were finished, the fourth punch had already come, and it was dark in front of him.

Han Tae-moon has a bruise in his left eye.

Punched.

It's not over yet, the fifth punch.

It was black again, and his right eye was bruised.

"Don't you surrender yet?" Jiang Yang smiled slightly.

"I will never surrender, I will never give in......

"Smack!" A punch directly hit him in the face, interrupting him and interrupting Han Tae-moon's words and roar.

"Smack! Syllable! Smack!" Then came a few more punches.

With each punch, Han Tae-wen screamed and took a step back.

By the time he retracted his fist, Han Tae-moon was already shaking.

A face with a blue nose and swollen face has become a pig's head.

Appalling.

"One last question, do you surrender?"

"Wow!" Han Taewen spat out a mouthful of blood, and two teeth spit out in a row.

"No ......"

Another punch.

In the end, the punch stopped in front of the bridge of Han Taewen's nose and did not go down.

Han Tae-wen slowly fell to the ground.

"Curator!"

"Curator!"

"Curator!"

Several cries of grief.

"Woooooooo......oo Curator!" There are coaches who cry.

The reporters around showed sad expressions one by one.

Several female reporters were wiping tears and crying.

It's tragic.

Han Taewen would rather die than give in, even if he was beaten into a pig's head, he did not give in, nor did he surrender.

How tragic.

"It's a man." Li Lei muttered.

"What's there? It's not that the strength is too bad." Gao Meng said with disdain.

"Let's go to the next stop. Gone." Jiang Yang was about to turn around and leave when he spoke.

"Jiangyang Thief." A coach looked at him angrily.

Well?

Jiang Yang was puzzled, does this little pickle want to be beaten?

"Jiangyang Thief!"

Another coach, no, five or six coaches glared at him.

clenched his fists.

Not convinced?

"All of you stand down." Han Taewen's faint voice was heard.

"Curator, the Jiangyang thief beat you like this, we can't let him go."

"You can't forget it like that, we'll fight him!"

"Fight!"

The coaches were indignant.

The curator was beaten so badly that they were furious.

I can't wait to fight with Jiang Yang's thieves, even if I can't beat it, I have to fight.

Han Taiwen's appearance is indeed miserable, and his face is swollen like a steamed bun.

Eyes bruised and unable to open.

Still vomiting blood in your mouth, how many teeth are missing?

"I lost."

Han Taewen struggled to speak, "If you lose, you lose."

"Curator Han." Jiang Yang spoke, "Although your strength is not very good, you are still a bit backbone.

Unlike other people, they have no strength, no backbone, and their whole body is full of soft bones, so their mouths are the hardest.

You're pretty good at that.

It's your honor to be defeated at my hands.

Alright, take your leave."

With that, turn around and leave.

"Wow!" It was a student who cried and cried loudly.

"Ahhh

In front of the computer, a little pickle stood up and clenched his fists with both hands, "Jiang Yang thief is too hateful, too arrogant, please, please who will come out to defeat him, please!"

"Damn!"

"Can no one defeat him?"

"Woo woo~~ I looked at the tears, Director Han is really a man."

"Curator Han is good."

"We men in the cold country should be this kind of blood."

"A bloody man!"

"Though defeated, it is still glorious."

"Even if it fails, it can't be underestimated by the Tang people. Compared to the previous martial arts halls, it's really rubbish."

"Come on, Director Han, we all support you."

Countless little pickles sent barrage.

From the content of the barrage they posted, it seems that the morale of Director Han was stimulated by the bloodiness of Director Han.

Shou'er Lishan Road, Haidong Kendo Hall.

"Curator Han Jin is a man!"

"Admire Curator Han!"

"Bloody man."

"The Jiangyang thieves are too arrogant and wantonly trample on our dignity."

In a classroom of the Haidong Kendo Hall, forty or fifty kendo hall students and coaches were watching the live broadcast.

Seeing Director Han falling, he was filled with grief and indignation.

At this time, one of them stood up, this was their curator Li Chichang.

"You have all seen it, Pavilion Master Han did not give in before he fell, this is the spirit of our Han Kingdom Bushido! is an example for us who practice martial arts." As he spoke, Li Chichang stared at Director Han who fell to the ground in the live broadcast screen.

He and Director Han are good friends, and seeing what happened to his friend is both sad and angry.

"Senior Han is our role model, curator, we have fought with the Jiangyang thieves, and we will fight to the end!" A kendo gym instructor said indignantly.

"Fight to the end, we fight with Jiang Yang's thieves to the end

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"Curator, we won't back down."

All the coaches shouted in unison, and the momentum was high.

"Fight to the end."

Li Chichang also shouted, looking excited.

Then, Li Chichang looked at a disciple, "Get ready, record a video, and I'll challenge Jiang Jiangyang's thief."

"Teacher, are you going to challenge the Jiangyang Thief?" The disciple was shocked.

Li Chichang's face was serious, "The Jiangyang thief doesn't take our Han Kingdom martial arts in his eyes at all, he is unscrupulous, someone must come forward to challenge him, and we have the responsibility to do it."

The disciple understood, and immediately went to get the shooting equipment.

In fact, Li Chichang still hasn't said a word, he can't escape anyway, and his kendo hall is also in the list of 20, so he can't hide.

Since you can't hide, it's better to take the initiative to challenge.

Here, Jiang Yang and his entourage left the Seoul National University Youth Martial Arts Hall.

Behind him, a large group of reporters looked sad.

What happened to Curator Han made them sad and relieved.

The grief and indignation are too miserable, Director Han was beaten too badly, and it is gratifying that Director Han's unyielding spirit is grateful.

There is no face to lose the martial arts of the Han country.

Although defeated, it is still glorious.

The reporters got into the car and just sat down, this is one of the female reporters received a message on their mobile phone, and they saw that it was a video, "I am Li Chichang, the director of the Haidong Kendo Museum in Lisan Road, Seoul, Jiang Yang thief, you are an arrogant and domineering villain of the Tang Kingdom, and you have repeatedly insulted the martial arts of my Han Kingdom, which is unbearable. I, Li Chichang, have officially challenged you, and I'm here waiting for you to come."

Behind Li Chichang, a row of kendo gym members shouted in unison. "Haidong Kendo, defeat the Jiangyang thief!"

The reporter showed a happy expression, raised his head and shouted loudly into the car, "Everyone watch the news, Master Li Chichang of Haidong Kendo has sent a video to challenge the Jiangyang thief."

Many reporters have also received the news and are watching the video.

"Li Chichang is the grandmaster of Haidong Kendo, a master of kendo, and it's great that he came forward to take the initiative to challenge Jiangyang Dao."

"Okay, praise for Master Li Chichang."

"We still have masters in the sword path of the Han Kingdom, and Li Chichang is definitely a master."

The reporters talked a lot, showed excited expressions, and their morale soared.

It seems that he has seen the hope of defeating the Jiangyang thief.

In a bus in front, the Jiangyang team also saw the video.

"Master, Li Chichang of the Haidong Kendo Hall challenges you, you see?" Xia Weiwei spoke, asking for the master's opinion.

"Challenge me, I'll take it." Jiang Yang nodded happily.

"Then we're going to turn left ahead."

Jiang Yang nodded.

Xia Weiwei took out a walkie-talkie and shouted to the team, "Pay attention to the left turn in front of us, and go to the Haidong Kendo Hall on Lishan Road instead."

The convoy turned left.

Head to the Haidong Kendo Hall on Yeosan Road.

It took almost 30 minutes to get there.

The site of the Kaito Kendo Hall is a six-story detached building.

Inside, I went up to the third floor, an empty practice room.

Li Chichang led hundreds of kendo hall students to line up in a neat line.

When he saw Jiang Yang and his party coming in, they shouted in unison:

"Haidong Kendo!"

"Haidong Kendo!"

"Haidong Kendo!"

Full of momentum.

One by one, they looked at Jiang Yang's thieves and did not show a look of fear, but showed an expression of generosity and righteousness.

Jiang Yang's eyes fell on Li Chichang, who was in his early 30s and wore a white kendo uniform.

Holding a bamboo sword.

Extraordinary.