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"Is Korean Fist really that powerful?" A white-haired old man bent his waist as he asked in confusion.

As we all know, the influence of kung fu in the world is definitely the number one priority.

The fat guy scoffed with a look of superiority, as if it was a matter of course.

"So that's how it is. It really is creative."

Seeing the skinny Hu Xiao'er, the fatty laughed disdainfully: "How about this, little brother, do you want to join our fighting club to learn? Currently, I am accepting a disciple. The tuition fee is three thousand a month.

As he said that, he took out a flyer and passed it to Hu Xiao'er.

Hu Xiao'er received it and looked at it.

F * ck! This boxing club was very crazy!

The title was clearly written in large characters, "Hanging Strikes"!

What world's number one fist technique was born? The opportunity could not be missed or missed.

"Bravo Fist" was the best in the world, and it fiercely battled against the four great techniques of the entire world.

The four major techniques were: kung fu, karate, Taekwondo, and soft arts.

He didn't know shame.

It was written on the flyer that, the founder of "Brave Fist", was in charge.

Fatty thought that Hu Xiao'er would get hooked on it, but he never expected to see Hu Xiao'er throw the flyer on the ground.

"Trash!"

Fatty's face turned cold, "Kid, who are you calling trash?"

"I'm not talking about trash, I'm talking about people who use this fist technique are all trash!"

"Try again?"

"Oh! Big brother, I was wrong! " Hu Xiao'er pretended to admit defeat.

Fatty harrumphed coldly, "You wouldn't dare either!"

Hu Xiao'er shook his head, looking like he had nothing to live for, "I'm wrong, those who use this fist technique are not trash, but you Koreans are trash!"

"Ah Xi!" The fatty flew into a rage and immediately walked over.

The surrounding elders all gave way.

Fatty swung his fist and thought, "You little brat, you are courting death!"

Just as his fist was about to hit Hu Xiao'er, Hu Xiao'er also extended out his fist to receive it.

Once again, everyone present was shocked. This young man was too fierce!

They actually dared to fight with this fatty. The two of them were not on the same level.

This fatty looked like he weighed at least two hundred kilograms, but Hu Xiao'er's dead weight could at most be a hundred and thirty kilograms.

This was a fight between intermediate and super heavyweight.

It was obviously the sound of someone courting death.

Unexpectedly, a surprising scene took place.

The two fists collided against each other, causing waves of fat on the fat man's arms.

"Crack!" A sound.

The expression on Fatty's face was extremely ferocious. His wrist was broken.

The fat guy took two steps back, then hugged his arms and howled.

Hu Xiao'er clapped his hands, with a calm look.

"I'm telling you curators, tell him to get the hell back to Korea and not to insult our martial arts anymore. Otherwise, laozi will make him stand up and lie down!"

When Hu Xiao'er saw the two words "hang and strike", he immediately became extremely angry and immediately spat on it.

"What's your name, kid?" The fatty asked in shock as he held onto his arm.

After all, he had trained his fist for more than ten years. Other than his own master Li Menglong, there was probably no one else who could block his fist, let alone a fist against fist.

However, the unknown brat in front of him had actually broken his wrist with a single punch. This naturally made him unable to believe it.

The surrounding grandfathers also watched in a daze. Just now, they had moved too quickly, only to see the two of them clashing fists. Immediately, Fatty covered his wrist and let out a wild cry.

He didn't expect this young man to be such an expert, so he immediately sent an appreciative gaze towards him.

After Hu Xiao'er heard the fatty ask about his name, he hesitated for a moment.

He wanted to see who was the dragon and who was the worm.

"I will only say it one last time. From today onwards, this flyer is not allowed to be distributed again. Also, if I find out that you have insulted my martial arts, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Hu Xiao'er's words immediately drew cheers from the audience.

A young person's abilities must be respected!

Fatty knew that the person standing in front of him was definitely no ordinary person. He immediately became fearful and prepared to leave with the flyer.

Hu Xiao'er quickly chased after him and said: "Go back and tell your instructor, I'll go look for him when I get down there. I really want to know what kind of rubbish this Li Menglong is."

When the fatty heard that Hu Xiao'er was going to meet his master, his arrogant expression suddenly appeared again.

"You'd better do what you say. Let's see how my master will beat you until all your teeth fall out!" The fat man went on, "Oh, yes, he's teaching boxing in the K Gymnasium this afternoon. If you want to compete with him, go ahead! I guarantee that you will regret it! "

Then he thought about it again. Such a person was actually teaching boxing in K University. It was simply an insult to him.

A stick that looks down on kung fu is actually teaching our students how to fight in our country.

It was an extraordinary shame and humiliation!

Hu Xiao'er was determined to teach this Li Menglong a good lesson.

The surrounding grandfathers all gathered around him.

"Young man! You're amazing! They immediately submitted to this Koreans! "

"That's right!" You did well! I've long since disliked him! If I wasn't too old to beat him, I would have definitely slapped him twice! To think that you would dare to insult our kung fu. You don't wish to continue staying here any longer! "

Hu Xiao'er scratched his head, humbly listening to the elder's praise.

"But are you really going to wreck the field this afternoon? This was within the university! And it sounds like he's an expert. "

"He's an expert!" Hu Xiao'er said without hesitation.