Chapter 1163: Not as good as garbage!

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Meet on a narrow road!

Yuanjia Road is narrow!

These two words seem to be created for the situation at this moment.

In a sense, there is no intersection between Ye Fan and Park Yongzhe, and there is no insoluble contradiction.

After all, the previous matchup was between Bae Wu and Kim Jong-hyun.

However, standing on this ring, they represent not only themselves, but the country behind them.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a contest between China and Korea.

When the disciple died, Park Yongzhe was distraught with grief and anger, and his heart was cut, treating all Chinese martial artists as enemies.

Even if he didn't meet Ye Fan in the ring, after the first round of the knockout round, he was ready to assassinate the members of the Chinese delegation to avenge Kim Jong-hyun.

On the other hand, when Ye Fan saw the scene of Kim Jong-hyun bullying Pei Wu, he issued a killing order, ordering Huaxia Elite to kill if he encounters a Korean warrior in the ring!

Ye Fan didn't expect that his luck was so good that he ran into the enemy leader as soon as he came up.

The audience found out about this duel, and the remaining eight Korean players began to cheer for Park Yongzhe:

"Master Master Sage, martial arts is outstanding, let that Chinese kid see how powerful taekwondo is!"

"Senior Brother Jin died in the hands of the Huaxia ladies, he must pay the blood debts, and kill those Huaxia people!"

"Master Sage is a black belt 9th dan and the world's first person in Taekwondo. His old man can kill the Chinese kid like an ant by just moving his fingers!"

"I can't wait, I want to see the scene where he was beaten up to his head!"

Not far away, in the Huaxia delegation, it was completely different.

Xie Jinyuan and the others looked relaxed, and they didn't seem to worry about Ye Fan's safety at all.

If it were any of them, there would be no chance of winning against a taekwondo master like Piao Yongzhe, and he could only choose to abstain.

The one who appeared on the scene was Ye Fan.

Through the two days of getting along, Ye Fan left a very deep impression on them.

What's more, how can he be a weak person if he became a major general of the Eastern Excalibur at a young age?

Suddenly, Qin Zhengyang said, "Or... let's open a handicap and bet that General Ye will defeat Pu Yongzhe with a few tricks!"

"Hey... this is a good idea!" Tang Long echoed.

Hearing this, Xie Jinyuan thought for a moment and said: "Although General Ye is strong, Park Yongzhe is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He can seek the top of the martial arts in Goryeo. What kind of assassin is definitely hidden! General Ye wants to win, it is estimated that it will be about a hundred tricks. Right!"

"I guess 80 tricks!"

"Seventy strokes!"

"Fifty strokes!"

Several other Chinese elites also reported a number.

...

"Ten tricks!"

Qin Zhengyang said astonishingly, although his voice was not loud, it was as firm as a rock.

"What? Zhengyang, are you sure you are right?" Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but exclaimed.

"of course!"

Qin Zhengyang nodded heavily.

When he first met, he was very high-spirited, he had questioned Ye Fan, and the two had some discussions.

However, Qin Zhengyang used all the tricks in the Yin-Yang Eight Diagrams boxing, but could not shake Ye Fan at all. Ye Fan didn't even move his heels an inch. That understatement of posture seemed to have more power.

Because of this, he is so optimistic about Ye Fan.

"Right! Tang Long, you haven't guessed yet!" someone next to him said.

Hearing this, Tang Long slowly raised his right index finger and said something shocking:

"one move!"

As soon as this statement came out, it was like a thunder that shook the ground, bursting into the field.

Xie Jinyuan and other Chinese elites were all dumbfounded. They thought they had auditory hallucinations, and couldn't believe their ears.

Qin Zhengyang originally thought that the "ten strokes" he had said were exaggerated, but he didn't expect Tang Long to say so surprisingly and endlessly.

one move?

Are you kidding me?

People Park Yongzhe is also the world's first person in Taekwondo at any rate. He can defeat him in one move. Does he treat him as paper?

Seeing the shocked look of his surrounding companions, Tang Long did not explain, but said mysteriously: "Trust me, you will soon see the power of General Ye!"

Last night, Tang Long saw Ye Fan show his great power with his own eyes, so that Yuan Yinglang of the Japanese Kingdom couldn't even pull out the sword.

After the great swordsman Yuuo Kurosaki arrived, he was even more scared to get down, as if a mouse had seen a cat.

In order to calm Ye Fan's anger, Kurosaki even voluntarily withdrew from this martial arts conference, and led the Japanese delegation to kneel down to learn how to bark in front of the martial artists of the world.

Although Tang Long didn't know how powerful Ye Fan was, the above points alone proved Ye Fan's power!

In his heart, there is already a kind of blind worship of Ye Fan. What is an old man from Goryeo?

...

At the same time, on the eighth ring.

Pu Yongzhe looked at Ye Fan up and down, and said with a disdainful sneer: "Huh! There is no one in China? Why don't you send a little doll with no hair to fight!"

"If you have ambitions when you are old, you will grow a hundred years without ambitions! Some people can be crowned kings and worship ministers at the age of a weak crown, and some people live a lifetime and still do nothing!" Ye Fan said proudly.

"What a kid with sharp teeth, but it's useless to slap your mouth! Compared with Goryeo Taekwondo, your Chinese Kungfu is **** and vulnerable!" Park Yongzhe mocked unscrupulously, not letting Ye Fan go. In the eyes.

He had long been informed that the Huaxia Yin Shizongmen, one of the six martial arts sacred sites, did not send people out of the station. The Huaxia delegation was all military fighters, and their strength was weak.

Ye Fan is so young again, he seems to be dead for twenty years. He practiced martial arts several times his age. If he couldn't beat him like this, he could just find a piece of tofu and kill him!

"a ha ha ha……"

Suddenly, Ye Fan laughed unscrupulously, as if he had heard some big joke.

"Boy, what are you laughing at?"

Park Yongzhe scolded angrily, as if he had received great contempt.

"You just said that Chinese martial arts is rubbish, but your apprentice, Taekwondo black belt 8th-stage master, was defeated by a Chinese woman! Then your Korean Taekwondo is not as good as rubbish?" Ye Fan joked.

Ye Fan's words were like an invisible dagger, stabbing Park Yongzhe's sore spot.

Thinking of the tragic death of the disciple, Park Yongzhe breathed fire in his eyes, his facial features were twisted, and he was extremely ferocious. He stared at Ye Fan fiercely and gritted his teeth and said: "Smelly boy, don't abstain if you have the kind!"

"Haha... I won't give up on someone like you!" Ye Fan said proudly.

"That's the best, I will use the most cruel means to kill you, let the world know-you are the sick man of East Asia!" Park Yongzhe gritted his teeth.

Hearing the extremely insulting words "Sick Man of East Asia", Ye Fan's eyes were half-squinted, and a cold glow appeared.

You can live if you do evil, but you cannot live if you do evil.

When Park Yongzhe uttered the word, he was doomed to end.

At this moment, a high-pitched voice sounded:

"The eleventh group of knockouts, start-start!"

...

When he heard the word "open", Park Yongzhe was already ready to go, his body tensed, his momentum rose to the apex, ready to cast a thunderous blow to kill Ye Fan.

However, when the word "Begin" fell, something incredible happened-

The momentum that Park Yongzhe had accumulated was like a deflated ball, and it collapsed instantly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

After more than half a minute, Park Yongzhe always stood there, like a wooden man, motionless, without any intention of launching an offensive.

Seeing such a weird scene, the members of the Korean delegation in the audience were completely confused and completely unaware of what happened.

"Master, what are you doing in a daze? Get rid of that Chinese kid!"

"Yeah...he dare to say that Goryeo Taekwondo is not as good as rubbish. The sin is unforgivable and must be paid with blood!"

"Huh? Is this a new move developed by Master Sage?"

Hearing this clamor, Ye Fan's face sank like water, no waves in his heart, and he turned around coolly, ready to step down the ring.

A staff member immediately raised his horn and shouted at him: "Athlete on the eighth ring, the game is not over yet, if you step down without authorization, you will even give up!"

When Ye Fan heard the words, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he sketched a joking smile, then asked:

"Who said the game was not over?"

At the next moment, as if to confirm his words, the body of Park Yongzhe from behind fell to the ground with a "plop".