Wang Dali knew the intention of the people of the Stick Country to exaggerate him as the number one master in China.

So let them be happy for two days first, and then let them know what it means to have a sky outside the sky.

Relatives and friends who were far away in China also saw the news and wanted to contact Wang Dali to give him encouragement.

It's a pity that his number can't be used in the country of sticks, so everyone can only cheer him up in their hearts.

The time quickly came to the day of the competition.

It's going to start in the evening, and the media in the country of sticks are still hyping.

Of course, a large part of the media did so at the behest of Lee Eun-woo.

The game hasn't started yet, and the real women and children know it.

The start time of the game was scheduled at eight o'clock, but according to the requirements of the organizers, both sides arrived at half past seven.

Originally, the venue could only accommodate more than 3,000 people, but the organizers were stunned to sell 10,000 tickets.

They moved all the seats and let the audience stand and watch.

Rao is so, and the enthusiasm of the audience is still high.

"Mr. Martial Saint, you must teach him a good lesson!"

"Martial Saint will win!"

"Children, hurry up and go back to feeding!"

The audience of the stick country is very united, and they are all united to the outside world, standing on the opponent of Wang Dali.

There were also a small number of Chinese students and tourists at the scene, but they did not shout for Wang Dali, but scolded loudly.

In their opinion, Wang Dali took the money to cooperate with Lee Young-jae's performance.

This kind of person who doesn't even want national integrity for the sake of money is sorry for him if he doesn't scold.

Seeing that people from both countries were scolding Wang Dali, Li Yongjun's father and son were happy.

Now wait for Lee Young-jae to defeat Wang Dali, in this way, Wang Dali will also be scolded as a dog when he returns to China, and see how arrogant he is.

So the game began amid everyone's insults.

The host introduced the two sides of the game on the field.

Lee Young-jae has many titles and rich experience, and it took five minutes just to introduce him.

Wang Dali's side should have been a blank sheet of paper.

As a result, in order to make a gimmick, the people of the stick country made up a lot of experience of winning the championship in many competitions for him.

In short, it is to make everyone feel that the two sides of this game are on the same level, and there is no one bullying whom.

In this way, if Lee Young-jae wins in the end, then no one will think that he is bullying the small.

Wang Dali was a little anxious to wait, so he walked over and brought the host's microphone and told him to stop being verbose and start quickly.

"Wow, are you in such a hurry to lose, aren't you afraid of being embarrassed?"

"It seems that I was really bought, hurry up and finish this order, and I have to rush to the next customer!"

The audience began to heckle again, but fortunately, Wang Dali didn't understand what they were saying and didn't feel angry.

Since Wang Dali asked to start immediately, the host was embarrassed to continue.

The competition has officially begun.

After all, Lee Young-jae is a generation of grandmaster-level masters in the Stick Country, and he still has to be a bit of a fan in every move.

"Look at how calm and powerful Mr. Martial Saint's steps are, he is worthy of a generation of grandmasters. ”

The host slapped the ass at the right time, which caused the audience to immediately coax.

And when Wang Dali walked to the center of the ring, the host laughed, and the audience at the scene also laughed.

"Let's take a look at this little brother Wang Dali, this light step is worthy of a young man. Haha......"

Although Wang Dali couldn't understand what the host said, he could understand his expression and his laughter.

He immediately glared at the host.

The smile on the host's face immediately disappeared, but he soon felt that this was their home turf after all, so why be afraid of a foreigner?

So the thing immediately laughed again, and asked Wang Dali defiantly if he was not convinced.

The audience at the scene also laughed, and some even shouted that since they took the money, then perform well, don't pretend to be forced here.

Lee Young-jae didn't say a word from beginning to end, and when he walked to the center of the ring, he stood with his eyes closed, and he really had the demeanor of a grandmaster.

However, in the eyes of ordinary people, he is indeed a grandmaster.

But in Wang Dali's place, he is pretending to be forced.

Wang Dali walked up to Lee Young-jae and looked at him with a smile.

The people in the audience couldn't bear it anymore, and asked Lee Young-jae to hurry up and teach this kid a lesson to see if he was still arrogant.

Amid the shouts of the audience, Lee Young-jae slowly opened his eyes.

However, he still crossed his hands behind his back and looked at Wang Dali with a condescending posture.

The referee briefly explained the rules to both sides, in fact, it is unlimited fighting, as long as it is not directly going to the lower gear, any action is allowed.

Wang Dali nodded that there was no problem, and Lee Young-jae also nodded, still looking calm and unfazed.

"Damn, tell you to pretend, wait and see how you continue to pretend!"

Wang Dali looked at Lee Young-jae and secretly scolded him in his heart.

The referee shook hands after the referee was long-winded.

Although Wang Dali still looked indifferent, he finally took the initiative to stretch out his hand.

But Lee Young-jae pretended to be very forced, glanced at Wang Dali contemptuously, and then directly took two steps back to make a combat move.

Wang Dali's hand was stretched out in the air alone, looking particularly embarrassed.

"Haha......"

There was a burst of laughter.

Wang Dali also smiled a little embarrassedly, and then pointed at Li Yingjae with a cold look in his eyes, telling him to attack.

Li Yingzai thought that he was a generation of grandmasters, how could he take the initiative to attack, how could he wait for Wang Dali to attack.

The two of them just stood like this, and neither of them took the initiative to attack first.

At this time, the audience was in a hurry, and everyone was urging the two of them to hurry up and don't waste time here.

Anyway, Wang Dali couldn't understand what they were saying, so he still stood and didn't attack.

Lee Young-jae is from the country of sticks, and he can understand what the audience is saying, so he will naturally be a little anxious.

"Little friend, I originally wanted you to make a few moves, but you don't cherish it yourself, so you can't blame me for bullying the small. ”

"I don't understand what bird language you say, so let's just fight!"

The two of them can't understand who is speaking, and it will be embarrassing to continue to be verbose.

So Lee Young-jae didn't want to waste any more time, and directly launched an attack with a side kick with both feet commonly used in taekwondo.

"Look at Mr. Martial Saint's ......"

Before the host's words were finished, a scene happened that surprised everyone at the scene.

I don't know why, Wang Dali's fist smashed directly into Lee Young-jae's face, knocking him to the ground with one punch.

There was a dead silence at the scene, and everyone was stunned.

Lee Young-jae was already unconscious, and the referee immediately announced the end of the game after checking it and called the doctor to come up for treatment.

Wang Dali smiled faintly, turned his head and walked off the ring under everyone's surprised gaze.

This game was broadcast live across the country, and the entire stick country was scared.

It's a joke to have such a skinny little man who knocked their martial saint to the ground with one punch and couldn't get up, right?

(End of chapter)