Urban Madness

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At 8:30 in the morning, the Huahai University Gymnasium was full of people and seats.

Although there is still half an hour before the game officially started, almost all the students in the school rushed to the audience early, and many of them even skipped class.

On the one hand, this kind of martial arts duel arena is extremely ornamental and exciting.

On the other hand, this is also the last project of the exchange between the two schools.

If the Huahai University team really loses, it will be disgraced and will not be able to look up in front of the teachers and students of Seoul University.

Therefore, this battle can only be won, not defeated!

As a contestant, Ye Fan came to the contestant lounge early, but saw a familiar face——

Ling Ao!

As the former president of the Taekwondo Club, Ling Ao's strength is beyond doubt. After learning the "Four Spirits God Technique" from Ye Fan, he has made rapid progress.

Seeing Ye Fan's appearance, Ling Ao's eyes lit up and exclaimed excitedly: "Master, you are here!"

"Yeah!" Ye Fan nodded slightly, revealing a faint smile, calmly, not nervous because of the upcoming game.

But correspondingly, the other three players in the lounge looked very solemn, making the atmosphere a bit solemn.

After a brief understanding, Ye Fan knew that they were both junior and senior students.

The first player was called Zhao Zheng, who was slender and cultivated Eagle Claw Technique.

The second in line is called Gao Hu, with a board-cun-tou and a burly high. He is a disciple of the Shaolin lay disciple.

The third in line, called Lin Feng, is holding a long knife, and the one who cultivates is the family's gossip knife!

Now the martial arts is in decline, but in Huahai University, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Ye Fan secretly used his divine sense to probe their strengths, and found that the three of them were 7th and 8th rank martial artists. Although they couldn't compare with the geniuses of the Hidden Sejong Sect, they were still good hands in the secular world.

Before that, the three of them did not participate in the Guwusha founded by Dong Qingqing, and rarely showed their skills in front of outsiders.

But at this critical moment, they still come forward and will never allow the Koreans to show off and dominate on the territory of China!

As for Ling Ao, he ranked fourth, and Ye Fan was the finale.

...

Soon, it was nine o'clock exactly, the game officially started, and a group of people walked out of the lounge.

Zhao Zheng, who started the game, stepped onto the ring in the center of the stadium under the eyes of everyone.

As soon as he came on stage, he caused countless audiences to cheer:

"Huahai University will win!"

"Brother, come on, kill those arrogant Koreans!"

"Let them see and see, our Chinese Kung Fu is great!"

Hearing these cheers, Zhao Zheng's heart surged.

On the other hand, the expectations of so many people are both motivation and pressure. When the pressure reaches its extreme, it will be like a tight string, breaking through the critical point, and then breaking instantly.

He couldn't get rid of the distracting thoughts in his heart. He wanted too much to win the school and win the competition, but he was afraid of losing and didn't know how to face the infamy.

At this moment, Seoul National University's first contestant, Choi Byung Hyun, came on the field.

Choi Bing-hyun is also a typical Korean person, with single eyelids, small eyes, and a collapsed nose. He wears a white taekwondo suit and a black belt symbolizes his extraordinary strength.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, the first thing Cui Bingxuan did was to give a thumbs up to Zhao Zheng in front of everyone.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zheng was stunned for a while, but he did not expect his opponent to be so polite, and at the same time he secretly decided in his heart that he would show mercy to his opponent when the battle was due to save some face.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Cui Bingxuan actually slammed his thumb upside down in full view, making a very insulting gesture, holding his head high, with the arrogance peculiar to Koreans, wishing to lift his chin to the sky, arrogant and arrogant. .

...

"boom!"

This very provocative action was like a boulder smashing into the calm water surface, stirring up a thousand waves, causing an uproar in the court.

"Damn! This Goryeo is too arrogant! Is it tolerable or unbearable!"

"Huh...what **** Taekwondo, it's not a copy of our Chinese martial arts!"

"Cut! This guy won't last long, we experts from Huahai University, beat him down in minutes!"

Facing the scolding in the court, Cui Bingxuan turned a deaf ear to him. Instead, he turned to look at Guo Zheng, and said even more vigorously:

"Boy Huaxia, you have no eyes on your fists and legs. If you don't want to be beaten by me, you can give up and step down! Otherwise, you will not only be embarrassed in front of so many people, but your life will be in danger!"

"presumptuous!"

Guo Zheng's hair rooted up, his eyes ignited a monstrous warfare, and he said every word: "Our great Chinese guys, none of them are scumbags! What's more, it's ridiculous that you want me to give up!"

Hearing this, Cui Bingxuan said coldly: "Huh... a weak person like you can never understand the power of Taekwondo! You don't even need my teammates to play. I alone can defeat all of your players. In this Stand till the end on the ring!"

As soon as he said this, Zhao Zheng could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and shouted angrily:

"watch out!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhao Zheng's five fingers were split, and each shook his palm like a claw, sinking his dantian, penetrating his fingertips, and his entire popularity was like a rainbow, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, attacking Cui Bingxuan's face.

Seeing this scene, Cui Bingxuan waved his fist and greeted him as if he was going to face him head-on.

Zhao Zheng was very disdainful in his heart. He had absolute confidence in his Eagle Claw Skill.

One claw is powerful enough to penetrate gold and cracked stones.

If Cui Bingxuan dared to fist hard, his bones would shatter in minutes.

But just as the claw was about to touch, the corner of Cui Bingxuan's mouth suddenly outlined a subtle arc, and then he inhaled and contracted his abdomen, and his body was short, avoiding the claws dangerously and dangerously.

"boom!"

At this critical moment, Cui Bingxuan's right leg was thrown out like a steel whip, and the sound of sonic boom was endless, attacking Zhao Zheng's bottom plate.

Sweep the legs!

...

not good!

Zhao Zheng was shocked, his hair was erected, and he was quiet like a cicada, like an enemy.

He never expected that Cui Bingxuan's punch was just a false move to confuse him.

The real ultimate move is this move!

Zhao Zheng's kung fu is all above the ten fingers, and he has not practiced the bottom kung fu. If he is swept away, he will fall because of an unstable center of gravity, with disastrous consequences.

But the opponent's speed was too fast. He had no time to react because of mental arithmetic and unintentional. He felt a huge force coming from his ankle, like being hit by a high-speed car, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

After the blow was successful, Cui Bingxuan's face was full of hideousness. He was not forgiving and did not give Zhao Zheng a chance to get up. He stepped out again and stepped on Zhao Zheng's left knee.

"Crack!"

The sound of broken bones resounded throughout the audience, and the red blood dyed the pants red.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The intense pain caused Zhao Zheng to let out a hysterical scream, extremely stern.

All the Huahai University audience in the audience, their faces were pale and bloodless, their hearts trembled, and they sweated for Zhao Zheng.

Even if it was not them who were injured, seeing their compatriots injured makes them anxious and angry.

At this moment, on the arena, Cui Bingxuan didn't mean to stop at all, but raised his foot again, preparing to attack Zhao Zheng, who had lost his combat effectiveness.

"Stop! The game is over!" the referee yelled, trying to stop him.

However, Cui Bingxuan heard the referee's voice, but turned a blind eye, a cruel glow flashed in his eyes, and he slammed on Zhao Zheng's right knee.

"Crack!"

There was another piercing sound of bone cracking.

This time, Zhao Zheng didn't even have time to scream, so he tilted his head and fainted.

Cui Bingxuan's moves are extremely vicious, causing Zhao Zheng to have comminuted fractures in both legs and knees. Even if it can be cured, it will still have sequelae and can only barely walk.

After doing all this, Cui Bing dazzled the audience, stretched out his right hand again, buckled his thumb, and kept this very insulting posture. He walked around the ring, openly provoking the audience, as if Is saying--

Everyone present is rubbish!