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"Pah!" Once again, Davis smashed the wine cup in his hand. Wakaga, Wakaga had won the position of arena master, Wakaga was a friend of the Chinese people, so he would definitely go easy on them in the individual competition. This was a result that Davis didn't want to see, but what happened next made Davis even angrier. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge. info

"Peng Ge, I'm not going to chat with you anymore. I'm going to go beat up that disgusting Tai Chi Tiger. I have to get the position of arena master no matter what." As he spoke, Feng Rui was the only one in China to be knocked off the stage. His opponent was Jin Taixuan, the only person in Korea who stood on the stage.

"Chinese people, don't be too unsatisfied. You have already occupied the position of five arena master. If you lose to the British, can you win against me?" Jin Taixuan said as he squinted his eyes at Feng Rui.

"Come, let's have a fair duel." As soon as Feng Rui finished speaking, he rushed to Jin Taixuan's side. A pure battle of strength was different from Guo Huajia's. Their strength was not the strength of the Ten Great Iron Principles, but rather it was the pinnacle of strength being exerted and the peak of inner strength being released from their bodies.

"Amazing, you're really extraordinary for being able to become a arena master." After a dozen or so rounds, both of them had struck each other. However, they were still far from being able to say who would win.

"Chinese man, you are very strong, I have to admit that after all these years in Korea, you have encountered countless experts, but you are definitely the only one. Come, I will do my best, if you are still the same as before, then you will undoubtedly die." Jin Taixuan shouted loudly. With a flash of his body, he appeared in front of Feng Rui.

"Two martial arts nerds meeting each other, today's special ability martial arts event is really interesting." Guo Qiang said with a smile. Superpower? There were only a handful of adepts in the sixteen arenas. Thomas from the United States was considered one, and then there was that Russian guy, and then there were a few guys who had mastered elemental energy to the extreme. Little Ling Mo was the same as him, biased towards martial arts. No, I am an immortal, sooner or later I will still become one of the immortals in the immortal class. Thinking about it, Guo Xie couldn't help but laugh.

"Why does that Korean's method look so familiar? This method is not something that the Koreans can come up with. I remember now, this is the Kunlun Mantra of Mount Kunlun. The Koreans must have stolen the teachers in China." Below the stage, Ye Peng clenched his fists and shouted.

"Chinese, don't slander others. If you see any martial arts that are slightly more powerful, just say that it's from China. Gold Tai Xuan was taught to us by the father of the Han people. It has nothing to do with you Chinese." The captain of the Korean team, Jin Changlie, walked up to Ye Peng and said loudly.

"Bullshit, it's clearly Kunlun Mantra, how can it become something for you Koreans in the blink of an eye? The dumplings belong to you Koreans, and the Dragon Boat Festival belongs to you Koreans. Do you Koreans even know shame?" We can practice below the stage. Seeing them fight so happily, I couldn't hold myself back anymore. " Ye Peng narrowed his eyes and said.

"We will meet again sooner or later. At that time, you will know how powerful our Great Han Nation is, and then you will know how stupid your words are." If this was in the past, perhaps he would have fought with Ye Peng. However, he had challenged Yan Lie and Peng Gang twice just now, and both of them lost to the Chinese. Right now, their qi and blood weren't flowing smoothly, and they didn't have complete confidence in fighting with Ye Peng.

"Then let's wait and see how I'll deal with you in the team competition. Oh right, Captain Jin, I have to prepare ahead of time, all the participants in today's competition are Chinese, they are Chinese in every sense of the word, their parents, grandparents, in short, their ancestors are Chinese for generations. Don't wait until the individual competition is over, your great Han race will directly declare them to be Chinese, haha." The night roc laughed and said.

Hearing Ye Peng's words, Jin Changlie spat out a mouthful of blood in anger, almost fainting. The people around them who understood what was going on laughed, the Koreans suffered a loss in front of the Chinese, they could only give these people a word, deserved it.

"Hua Xia Feng, get down!" Jin Taixuan gave Feng Rui a crafty kick, but the corner of Feng Rui's mouth curved into a smile. Jin Taixuan's leg fell down, and kicked Jin Taixuan's thigh, causing him to scream in pain. Jin Taixuan's leg was split in two, and was kicked by Feng Rui.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you. How did you discover my weak point? It's impossible for you to dodge my kick." Jin Taixuan shouted loudly. Several throwing knives appeared in his hand as he threw them towards Feng Rui.

"Your throwing technique is too terrible. If my master were to see someone using the tactics of the Karakorum Savant, he would definitely be so angry that he would vomit blood. "Look carefully, this is how the throwing knives are used." Feng Rui directly received the nine throwing knives from Jin Taixuan and threw them towards Jin Taixuan. However, his movements were much more beautiful than Jin Taixuan's.

"Bang, bang, bang!" "I already said that I won't kill you, you can leave now. Your legs will be broken, but take it, if you learn the Karakorum Savant's skill is orthodox, then I believe your boning skill will not be too bad, but I have to tell you one thing, Karakorum Savant's skill is an absolute art among Chinese, after the martial arts gathering ends, we will go to Korea to visit the people who taught you the Karakorum Savant, stealing masters is something that we Chinese people do not like."

Feng Rui watched as Jin Taixuan left the arena and stood in the middle of the arena. He looked at the audience and shouted, "Anyone else, come up if you don't want to!" However, there were only a few people left who still had the power to continue fighting at the foot of the volcano.

"Brother Rui, you're awesome! Haha! Now, all of us Chinese are arena masters! If you don't agree, then come up! We'll keep you company until the end!" Peng Gang said loudly. However, no one really had the courage to challenge a Chinese.

"Sh-it, what are these espers doing? Six of them are Chinese arena champions, and one of them is a disciple of a Chinese, equivalent to seven Chinese people in sixteen arenas. Then, how many seats can the top three of tomorrow's individual competition get? The High Priestess will kill me." Davis shouted from the room.

"Right, there's still a way. Hilt, call these three people over. Come to me right away." "" Davis looked at the big screen, pointed at the three people on it with average strength, but still had the chance to challenge them, and said to a man with a big beard beside him. " This is the only way. Chinese people, have you all forgotten the middle way of China? Then, I shall let you all remember this: the wood is the forest, and the wind shall destroy it! "

Three minutes later, three Adepts appeared in Davis's room. When they saw Davis, they were all stunned. They looked at the items on the table and guessed what they were supposed to do next.