Chapter 1402 The Losing Streak

"Li Feng, what kind of realm is this Dongying person?"

Under the stage, Xiao Lingya looked at the middle-aged man who walked into the ring and asked in a low voice.

"S-level." Li Feng said casually.

"What about this Chen Gang?" Xiao Lingya asked again.

"He, he just stepped into the B-level." Li Feng smiled playfully.

"Just stepping into the b-level, isn't he a b-? b- vs. s-, it's a complete death sentence!"

One realm higher is crushing, and two realms higher... Xiao Lingya didn't dare to think about it.

"You can't die if you die. Now it's a society ruled by law, and the people of Dongying don't want to get involved in a murder lawsuit."

"But Chen Gang will probably be beaten to death."

Li Feng sighed and said in a complicated tone.

"Then are you going to save him?" Xiao Lingya asked expectantly.

"What do you think?" Li Feng asked playfully.

Xiao Lingya blinked before saying, "No."

"Whether I save him depends on the definition." Li Feng smiled mysteriously, pointed to the high platform and said, "The fight has begun."

Xiao Lingya turned her head to look, and happened to see Chen Gang jumping onto the ring.

"Chen Gang from the Majia Martial Arts Academy, let's learn your great tricks!"

After Chen Gang came to the stage, he clasped his fists and said.

"You don't deserve to know my name yet. Make a move. I can give you three moves."

Hashimoto Ichiro wrapped his arms around his shoulders and said contemptuously.

"arrogant!"

The embarrassed and angry Chen Gang stepped forward to Hashimoto Ichiro, and with a flick of his right shoulder, he threw a punch.

This punch is so powerful that if it hits the face of an ordinary person, it must be a head-blooming end.

It's just that Hashimoto Ichiro dodged the punch with a tilt of his head, without even moving his foot.

Chen Gang sneered and suddenly changed his move. It was time to swipe, and his right arm swept towards Hashimoto Ichiro's head.

A sneering smile appeared on the corner of Hashimoto Ichiro's mouth, his body suddenly jumped up, and he jumped into the air in a blink of an eye.

"So high!"

"It's more than two meters high, right?"

"A jump of more than two meters in place, what kind of bouncing power is this?"

The guests present exclaimed.

Chen Gang didn't expect Hashimoto Ichiro to avoid his attack in this way, and was a little stunned for a while.

"There is one more move." Hashimoto Ichiro landed and smiled contemptuously.

He said that if Chen Gang had to make three moves, he would definitely make three moves.

Chen Gang's eyes are splitting!

If he could hit Ichiro Hashimoto, the feeling of humiliation wouldn't be too strong.

But he couldn't even touch the corner of Hashimoto Ichiro's clothes, just like being played by Hashimoto Ichiro as a monkey, making him three moves is to humiliate him three times, it is better to knock him down directly!

"I fought with you!"

Chen Gang roared, and after jumping into the air with his toes, he swept his right leg towards Hashimoto Ichiro.

"Well, it looks very powerful, but there is no threat to me."

Hashimoto Ichiro sneered, and when he moved, he stepped back more than a meter, avoiding Chen Gang's leg.

"wheeze" "wheeze"

With three violent moves in a row, Chen Gang's physical strength dropped rapidly and he gasped for breath.

On the other hand, Ichiro Hashimoto, the breathing rate did not change, it was better than walking in the courtyard: "Three strokes have passed, you can go down."

Chen Gang only felt a flower in front of him, and then he felt a pain in his chest, and then he flew out backwards.

"puff"

In midair, Chen Gang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood!

"Chen Gang!"

Ma Yinghui cried out in grief, rushed towards the direction Chen Gang flew to, and stopped him with his right hand.

While retreating, he turned three circles in a row, and finally released the strength from Chen Gang's body.

"Master, I'm sorry, I let you down... poof!"

Chen Gang spit out another mouthful of blood, and his head crooked to death.

The audience was silent, and the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme!

Everyone came to congratulate the opening of the Majia Martial Arts Hall. As a result, people from Dongying came to slap in the face with people from Korea, and they were beaten twice in a row.

No matter how confident they are in Huaxia martial arts, they can't say anything at this moment.

In two consecutive games, President Ma lost at a huge disadvantage. What else can they say?

Ma Yinghui tested Chen Gang's breath, and after confirming that he was still alive, he handed him over to the apprentice beside him with a gloomy face: "Call an ambulance."

"It's Master!"

"It's 2:0, President Ma."

Wada Tiger Taro put his hands on his hips and laughed.

"This is just the beginning. It will soon be 3:0, 4:0, and 10:0. Don't doubt, this is the real gap between Taekwondo and Chinese martial arts."

Li Zaihe also said triumphantly.

"Zai He-kun, I think it is necessary for you to reorganize what you just said." Wada Hutaro said dissatisfiedly.

Li Zaihe slapped his forehead: "I was negligent, then I'll say it again, ahem... This is the real gap between Taekwondo, Karate and Chinese martial arts."

"Hmph, it's almost the same." Hetian Hutaro snorted coldly and said to Ma Yinghui, "Who is President Ma going to send in the third round?"

Ma Yinghui thought for a while with an ugly face, and finally walked to the ring: "I'm here for this game!"

It's already 2:0, and all the guests are disappointed with the Majia Martial Arts Hall. All he needs to do at this time is to use a hearty victory to revive his momentum!

"You come?"

Hetian Hutaro raised his eyebrows, and then said with a strange expression: "If you lose this one, there is no need to fight in the next seven games, right?"

"Hey, what Hetian-kun said, we want 10:0, not 3:0. Even if we beat Ma Yinghui in this game, we will continue to fight."

Li Zaihe said mockingly.

"Then the question is, who should we let in this game?" Wada Hutaro looked a little distressed.

Li Zaihe smiled, took a step forward and said, "Of course I am here, we Koreans are the best at fighting tough battles!"

Hetian Hutaro curled his lips: "Zihe-kun, for our friendship, let's not say such things first."

Li Zaihe raised his eyebrows, and then smiled casually: "Okay, then I'll go up."

When the voice fell, Li Zaihe was about to jump into the ring.

Unexpectedly, Wada Tiger Taro held him down and jumped into the ring first.

"Damn, it's very uncomfortable to be one step ahead..." Li Zaihe said angrily.

"President Ma, I'll give you a chance to admit defeat, lest you be knocked out by me later and embarrassed in front of your relatives and friends."

Hetian Hutaro looked at Ma Yinghui opposite with a smile and mocked.

Ma Yinghui snorted coldly: "Hetian Hutaro, I know how much you have. Want to beat me? Dreaming!"

"I won't cry if I don't see the coffin." Hetian Hutaro smiled contemptuously, and hooked his finger at Ma Yinghui: "Let's start, don't waste your time."

Ma Yinghui's expression froze, and he rushed towards Hetian Hutaro in the next instant.

In the blink of an eye, Ma Yinghui came to Hetian Hutaro, and then threw a punch: "Majiaquan Seventh Form - Cannonball!"

The bombing cannon is the most powerful punch in Majiaquan, and it is difficult for people of the same level to resist.

Wada Tiger Taro didn't seem to have reacted, and he didn't have any intention of attacking.

Just when Ma Yinghui's fist was about to hit Hetian Hutaro, a sneer appeared on Hetian Hutaro's face.

"Snapped"

A powerful big hand squeezed Ma Yinghui's fist!

"how can that be?!"

Ma Yinghui's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed!

"idiot!"

Wada Tiger Taro sneered, his hand burst with energy.

"boom"

Ma Yinghui only felt an irresistible force attacking, and after a sharp pain in his arm, his body flew out!

There was an uproar!