Chapter 359

"Young master of the Rockefeller family, he will come to this land soon to witness the success of our plan." Wells explained.

Yu Zhankui's eyes gradually glowed. This young master is the future leader of the Rockefeller family. If he can take advantage of this opportunity to have a good relationship with each other, not only he, but also his children and grandchildren will benefit a lot.

"Mr. wells, please rest assured that our plan is flawless and will succeed."

Wells smiled mysteriously. "Let's wait and see."

When Tang Zheng returned to school, he knew that people on the Internet were arguing against him, and he laughed it off. This situation was already in his expectation.

But what surprised him was that even Qi Shaowen seemed to have heard about the disturbance caused by him, so he went to talk to him and cheer him up: "Tang Zheng, Chinese martial arts are part of our traditional culture. In fact, our archaeologists are also inheriting and carrying forward the traditional culture. You are doing the same thing with us this time, so we must cheer up and let the world have a look Our national essence. "

Tang Zheng was slightly surprised, nodded and said, "Professor Qi, I'm busy competing in martial arts these days. I'm afraid the school curriculum will be delayed a lot."

Qi Shaowen said with a smile: "what is this course? You can make it up with your strength in the future. When you finish the competition, I will take you to the south of Yunnan. "

"Oh, what are you doing in southern Yunnan?"

"It's said that there are new discoveries in archaeology there. Our archaeology major will have on-site practice opportunities many times. However, freshmen don't have this project, but you are my apprentice. I certainly can't let go of such a good opportunity. I will go with you at that time." Qi Shaowen explained.

Tang Zheng nodded, but didn't think about any new archaeological discoveries.

The next day, the promotion competition began. It's still the National Stadium. There are only 20 boxers left. This one will be eliminated by half and only 10.

This competition is more intense, and foreign players will also compete, so most of the activities in the gymnasium are full, and because of the knockout, there will be death. Although the final definition of the police is a sudden death due to a heart attack, it still makes the Wulin conference a little bloody.

When Tang Zheng walked into the gymnasium, there were two distinct shouts in the crowd, one was to support and support him, the other was to insult him, especially the man of the deceased's family who was eager to rush up to give him a fist yesterday.

Tang Zheng ignored and quietly walked to the backcourt players' lounge. Li Xiaotian and ye Dingdang followed him. The combination of the two beauties made him pay special attention and firmly catch everyone's eyes.

"These people really don't know right from wrong, you are obviously wronged, but there are so many people who blame you and insult you." Ye Dingdang said indignantly.

"Can you stop people with their mouths on them?" Li Xiaotian retorted.

"Ye Dingdang eyes a stare," dare to scold Tang Zheng, I will not let him go

Tang Zheng patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "don't be so sensitive. They said that I would not lose a piece of meat. It doesn't matter."

In the promotion competition, the opponent is determined by drawing lots. There are eight players in China, six in the Western Empire, three in the island country, two in the Koryo country and one in Siam. There are twenty players in total.

At the end of the draw, Tang Zheng won a Gaoli man named Park Jintai. He was very elegant and had a little bit of a gun.

Park gave him a look, snorted scornfully, and went to the challenge arena.

There are ten competitions in this promotion competition. The martial arts association has prepared ten challenge arena at one time, and the ownership subject has stepped onto the challenge arena at one time.

The audience immediately cheered, many people called the name of Kungfu elder brother, Tang Zheng undoubtedly became the most eye-catching focus.

Other Chinese players are showing shame. This game is also home for them, but they don't have any sense of existence, especially when they see the players standing on the other side, their legs are shaking.

The martial arts association gave them a death order. They must survive this promotion competition, otherwise their face would be too ugly. But they are obviously not rivals of the same level. How can they survive?

Many people feel bitter in their hearts. They wish they had abstained directly. But under the eyes of thousands of people, abstaining would be drowned by saliva.

It's only on the scalp.

Jingdong a gong, the promotion began.

The crowd suddenly calmed down and held their breath. The atmosphere on the field was suddenly depressed, which made people feel nervous involuntarily.

The reporter's long gun and short gun were aimed at the challenge arena, recording every moment clearly, while the relevant personnel of the martial arts association sat on the rostrum and watched the competition from a commanding height, especially Yu Zhankui's calm face, his eyes swept between the challenge arena, and finally locked Tang Zheng, the color of resentment in his eyes flickered.

"Tang Zheng, let you hop for a few days first. Hum, this time you even got Park Jintai. He is a master of Taekwondo. Even if you can win, you must suffer a lot."

Most of the audience's attention was attracted by the challenge arena of Tang Zheng. After all, the Gaoli people do not like to embroider legs and flowers. They must have real skills. It is not so easy to win.Bang!

Listen to a muffled sound. A contestant in the challenge arena has left the challenge arena and smashed it on the ground. He is in a mess. He can't move any more than wail.

This man is a Chinese, and the opponent is a westerner, only ten moves, lightning like let the opponent lose the game.

The audience could not help but hear the sound of exclamation and cool breath. This Westerner is so fierce that both sides are not of the same order of magnitude.

At the same time, the fighting power of other Westerners also broke out in an instant. This time, four of the eight Chinese fought against the westerners, the other two fought against the islanders, one against the Siamese, somba, and finally Tang Zheng fought against the Korean, park Jintai.

So when the Westerners launched the attack, others launched the attack one after another, only to see the shadows of the people on the challenge arena flying, screaming one after another.

These screams are all made by the Chinese population, because apart from Tang Zheng, the gap between other people and their rivals is too big.

One of them was grabbed by a westerner, his fist head was like a raindrop on him. The westerner didn't have the power to fight back at all, but he didn't stop and attacked with impunity until the Chinese finally fainted, lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, and the Westerners stopped.

And so on. These Westerners are on top of each other, washing and humiliating the Chinese players. Even after some Chinese players admit defeat, they still beat each other.

It's like slapping in the face of all Chinese people, many of them blush with shame.

"Don't push me. The man is begging for mercy. He hasn't stopped."

"Yes, it's bullying. It's really killing people."

Yu Zhankui looked at the arena expressionless and saw the Chinese players fall down. He was very happy.

Let the fighting be more ferocious and violent. Let all Chinese lose their face and collapse their mind.

This is the result of his deliberate arrangement, which is to play in front of thousands of audiences to clean up these Chinese players and make them lose face.

"Waste, a group of waste, any broken martial arts are worthless at all, useless at all, and can't even take a few punches." The shouting and taunting from the audience.

This makes some players who are still struggling to support collapse in an instant, and they are trampled by their opponents as if they were mud.

The islanders, the Koreans and the Siamese were a little more restrained than the westerners, but each of them was sharp in attack, and in a few moves they put down their opponents and won.

Therefore, in the situation of thunder, the competition has reached the end. Only seven challenge arenas have already won and lost. These are all the seven challenge arenas of Chinese people. All the Chinese people have been defeated, only the arrogant foreigners are left.

In addition to Tang Zheng, there are two other contests between the islanders and the Westerners in the remaining three contests. The players in these two contests are equally matched and play brilliantly.

And the only Chinese arena seems to be particularly eye-catching, and all people have their eyes on it. Tang Zheng naturally saw that almost all the Chinese had been destroyed, and now he was left alone.

Park Jintai, on the opposite side, has been waiting for the chance to make a move. Seeing Tang Zheng's poise, he felt a little uneasy and didn't dare to make a move.

Tang Zheng saw the defeat of his compatriots, and there was a roar in the audience: "straw bags, a group of straw bags, shame, shame."

"Is this Chinese martial arts? I said that Chinese martial arts are HuaQuan and embroidered legs, which finally proved a point."

"I believe in Chinese martial arts. It's really chilling."

Many people in the audience are bleeding.

"The audience has no confidence, so I will show them the real Chinese martial arts." Tang Zheng's heart moved and his body moved with him. He rolled to park Jintai like a tornado.

Park Jintai, seeing Tang Zheng's action, did not retreat but advance, roared and kicked with a long leg, bringing a sound of breaking the air.

Tang Zheng directly ignores the counter attack of the other party, leaps to the top, and park Jintai even jumps up, and the wind blows his hair, showing a handsome face, and showing off a bit.

Whoosh!

Tang Zheng's simple whip leg lashed at each other, while Park Jintai also kicked to block it.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, park Jintai was hit by a meteorite. His legs were bloodied directly, and his long legs were bent at a strange angle.

And his body flew like catkins, directly out of the challenge arena, flew a few meters away before falling heavily, his head hit the ground, directly fainted in the past.

In one move, Tang Zheng used only one move to hundreds of Taekwondo masters who were not bad in other people's eyes. At that time, everyone looked at him strangely.

[author's aside]: I have a stomachache today, so it's so late. Otherwise, I can update it as early as yesterday.