"Shut up, you are not qualified to insult the Chinese Kung Fu."

As the president of the National Strategy Club of Tianhai Medical University, Ma Tao is very cool and patriotic in daily life. Today, he heard Yamamoto Seiju insulting National Strategy again and again. How should he bear it? He has reached the point where he can't bear it anymore.

Facing Ma Tao's anger that rose to extremes, Yamamoto Shengji looked at the expression on Ma Tao's face with great pleasure, and said with a smile: "Isn't Chinese Kung Fu a garbage? If you have the ability, you can use Chinese Kung Fu to beat me, but I think this kind of thing will never happen."

"Bastard!" Ma Tao cursed with a thick throat, and his figure rushed towards Yamamoto Seiji, with a booming momentum like a crazy bull, and his emotions were slightly out of control.

Under the ring, Ye Chenfeng shook his head helplessly and thought to himself: "The president of the National Martial Arts Society is too impatient. The miscellaneous island country obviously wants to anger him! When two people of equal strength fight, the calm side will often win. It seems that the president of the National Martial Arts Society cannot win this competition today."

The male and female college students watching the game around saw Ma Tao who suddenly became extremely fierce on the ring, and the sound of cheering in their throats became louder. In their opinion, Ma Tao's momentum was rising and his chances of winning were higher.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, and insiders watch the tricks. These male and female college students are laymen, while Ye Chenfeng is an expert. The competition is not the fierce one who is powerful. If you can’t control your own emotions, then it is easy to reveal flaws during the competition, so that your opponent can take advantage of it.

As expected by Ye Chenfeng, Ma Tao showed a flaw in his anger. Yamamoto Holyu was waiting for this opportunity, jumping up in the air, and a strong side kick was kicked hard on Ma Tao's side face. Ma Tao's body shaking. Finally, he fell to the ground.

"I have said a long time ago that Chinese people are just talking nonsense. They are all vulnerable people. Now no one should object to what I say, right? Chinese Kung Fu is garbage." Yamamoto Satohiro said proudly.

"You can't insult the Chinese Kung Fu." Ma Tao, who had originally fallen to the ground and couldn't get up, stood up again tremblingly, and his body kept shaking left and right.

"Hmm?" Yamamoto Seiju didn't expect that Ma Tao could really stand up. After ate him a knife, a cheating and a side kick, there was absolutely no reason to stand up? Ma Tao's perseverance exceeded his imagination.

"Baga" Yamamoto Seihiro had a hint of dissatisfaction on his face and cursed: "Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yamamoto Seihiro started three steps, and then he kicked directly into the shaking Ma Tao's chest. The chest could not bear the huge force. A trace of blood spilled out of Ma Tao's mouth, and he was kicked out of the ring.

The male and female college students under the ring hurriedly surrounded Ma Tao. The irritable male student pointed at Yamamoto Seihiro on the ring and shouted: "Don't you know that this is just a competition? How could you make such a heavy hand?"

Yamamoto Seihiro responded with a smile: "He stood up and wanted to continue to compete with me. If you want to blame, you can only blame him for overestimating his abilities. What do you mean by calling me? If you have the ability, come up and compete with me. Don't be verbally whispering like a woman."

Upon hearing this, the irritable boy was speechless. Even Ma Tao, the president of the National Strategy Society, is not the opponent of the island country. If he goes up, he is purely seeking death. Although every young man has his own blood, this does not mean that they will be stupid. Do you still want to jump down even though you know that there is a cliff ahead?

Seeing the irritable boy speechless, Yamamoto Seiju became even more proud and laughed out loud: "Garbage, garbage, all of them are garbage. Not only Huaxia Kung Fu is garbage. Chinese people are garbage too."

"Did this island country's miscellaneous people deliberately make things unhappy? Do you dare to say that we Chinese are garbage? I can't swallow this tone."

"Yes, I can't help it. Even if I know that going to the ring is to find a share of abuse, I can't let him underestimate us Chinese. Then let me go up first and have a look at these messes!"

...

The male college students under the ring could bear it at first, but Yamamoto Seihiro said too much, making these male college students grit their teeth and jump down even though they knew there was a cliff ahead.

Seeing the arrogant look of Yamamoto Shengji, Zou Linlin couldn't bear it and wanted Ye Chenfeng to go up and teach him a lesson, but when she turned around, she found that Ye Chenfeng was not by her side.

"Huaxia is not a place where you can go wild. Say Huaxia Kung Fu is garbage? The Chinese are garbage? I'm afraid that your islanders are not even as good as garbage." Ye Chenfeng had appeared on the ring at some time. The voice in his throat was extremely indifferent. His body also had the blood of Huaxia. Although he was not a particularly patriotic person, Yamamoto Shengji was simply crazy and made Ye Chenfeng want to step on the other party hard under his feet.

"Who is he? Why did he get on the ring? Is he a student from our school? Or a teacher from our school?"

"His courage is worth encouraging, but he is a little too thin, right? I guess he can't hold on with a move under the hands of Shinji Yamamoto."

"Brother, don't worry, have a fight with this island country. We will help you with your medical expenses."

...

After seeing Ye Chenfeng suddenly appearing on the ring, a few college students under the ring were admired by Ye Chenfeng's courage. He agreed that Ye Chenfeng could not beat Yamamoto Shengjiu.

The college students who saw Ye Chenfeng dunk in the gymnasium with one hand and dunk the entire basket apart were full of expectations, and they were looking forward to Ye Chenfeng creating a miracle again.

"Grassroot handsome guy, come on, I believe you can win and be cheerful for our Chinese people."

"Grassroot handsome guy, I believe you won't let us down. You are the most powerful man I have ever seen."

...

Those college students who had never seen Ye Chenfeng's methods suddenly heard many girls cheering for Ye Chenfeng, and their hearts were filled with questions. Could it be that the man who looked like a niche on the ring or the storied figures of Tianhai Medical University? Otherwise, how could it lead to so many girls cheering?

Yamamoto Shengji stared at Ye Chenfeng who suddenly appeared in front of him and said disdainfully: "I really didn't expect that Chinese people are not only garbage, but their heads are not very good? Do you want me to kick you down? Or do you climb down obediently now?"

"You're talking a lot of nonsense, but you'll know who's the trash later?"

Ye Chenfeng's voice was cold, and as soon as he finished speaking, his figure moved. In the blink of an eye, when Yamamoto Seijiu had not reacted, he appeared in front of Yamamoto Seijiu and punched the other party's lower abdomen with a sharp punch.

As soon as he felt pain in his lower abdomen, Shinji Yamamoto's body bent into a "bow". Ye Chenfeng did not stop and kicked Shinji Yamamoto's chin again. Shinji Yamamoto's body flipped 360 degrees in the air, and then, with a "bang", his body fell heavily on the ring.

Ye Chenfeng stepped on Yamamoto Shengji's face, and the soles of the shoe were constantly grinding: "Now you know who is the garbage? In fact, your face is not qualified to polish the soles of my shoe, but today I have made an exception."

Yamamoto Seihiro's head was still dizzy! He didn't react at all. What happened? He just felt that his head was being stepped on and there were bursts of tingling pain on his cheeks.

The old man in the island country who had been slightly closed under the ring opened his eyes. After seeing a scene on the ring, he couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth. On the ring, Shengji Yamamoto, who was stepping under Ye Chenfeng on the ground was the apprentice of the old man in his island country in his sixties. Seeing that his disciple was abused like this, it would be strange that he, as a master, had no emotional changes in his heart!
Chapter completed!