In the end, the bet was ten million. The Koreans thought that they would win, so they had no scruples and wanted to bet 100 million.
After knowing the bet, Chen Zhen smiled and thought to himself that he had picked up another ten million for nothing. The Koreans were really used to being arrogant. They even bet ten million for opening a Taekwondo gym. They were really stupid and rich.
Xiangbei University.
The martial arts arena that could accommodate 3,000 people was now filled with nearly 4,000 to 5,000 people. At this moment, the inside was brightly lit because the two parties competing were Zhu Qiming, the president of Xiangbei University's Sports Association, and Li Zhuyong, the vice president of the Only, the Best Taekwondo Gym.
Why was it always this deputy director Lee Ju-yong who was fighting? It was because in order for the owner of the Taekwondo Gym, Park Jihoon, to go up, the challenger had to defeat the deputy head before he could go up. However, since the establishment of the Taekwondo Gym, no one had been able to defeat Lee Ju-yong in a challenge. Instead, many challengers had either broken their arms or legs.
Although Zhu Qiming was only the president of the sports association of Xiangbei University, he had represented Xiangbei in the National Youth Martial Arts Competition and won the second prize. Therefore, the competition between Zhu Qiming and Li Zhuyong attracted the attention of almost all the students of Xiangbei High School. However, the stadium was too small to accommodate more people. Most of the people stood outside the stadium and watched the big screen.
Zhu Qiming and Li Zhuyong's competition wasn't a round of exchange, but a mutual exchange. Other than not holding any weapons in their hands, they could even use any method.
Almost everyone on the field was cheering for Zhu Qiming. However, everyone knew that the most critical moment was coming. Because every time Zhuyong Li competed with others, he would suddenly take down his opponent around twenty minutes, and now twenty minutes was almost up.
Originally, he thought that although a mere Korean had defeated many experts from Xiangbei, he was still a Korean after all, so Zhu Qiming did not take it to heart. However, when they started fighting, he realized that not only was Li Zhuyong agile, he was also proficient in Chinese boxing. The most hateful thing was that these Koreans claimed to be their things.
The more Zhu Qiming fought, the more frightened he became. He had already taken a few punches from Li Zhuyong. Although his strong body didn't have much of an impact for the time being, only he knew that he had only kicked Li Zhuyong and didn't cause any damage.
The reason why Zhu Qiming was shocked was because his master had once told him that the highest cultivation level in the martial arts world was the Saint King. Although he had practiced martial arts for more than ten years, he had not even reached the lowest level of elemental energy martial artist. At most, he had only touched the edge of high-level martial arts.
Even his master himself had only barely touched the threshold of an essence force martial artist, but he was unable to advance any further. True martial arts experts came from ancient martial arts families and some hidden sects. However, these ancient martial arts families generally did not appear in the world. They only pursued martial arts and the extreme, so it was very difficult for ordinary people to meet them.
If there was a day when someone could block his Stormy Storm Fist, it meant that that person had already touched the threshold of an Origin Energy martial artist, and he was absolutely not that person's match.
Now that Zhu Qiming's Storm Fist had finished, and his Korean opponent was still as steady as Mount Tai, Zhu Qiming immediately remembered his master's words. He knew that things were not good and immediately wanted to return to defense.
But at this moment, Li Zhuyong suddenly split into two, and in the moment Zhu Qiming hesitated, Li Zhuyong had already kicked Zhu Qiming's chest.
The pain from his broken ribs made Zhu Qiming forget the fact that he had been kicked out of the competition stage. However, he immediately realized that he had lost. He had been defeated by a deputy head, and even the head had not come out. At this moment, he no longer cared about the pain in his ribs. All he cared about was shame. The stick had stolen something from his ancestor and defeated him in the end.
The noisy venue suddenly fell silent. Zhu Qiming represented the highest level of martial arts in Xiangbei, but he couldn't even defeat a deputy head. How could the thousands of people present endure this? The reason why Zhu Qiming didn't make a move until today was because he had just returned from Beijing yesterday. However, he did not expect to be defeated the moment he returned.
Ma Wanshan, the vice president of the Xiangbei Martial Arts Association and also the head of the Xiangbei University Student Union, said sadly," Send Qiming to the hospital quickly. We admit defeat in this match…"
The venue was filled with boos, and many people had already begun to leave the venue.
At this moment, a group of people appeared at the entrance.
"Head Li, we meet again.”The leader of the group said. This person was Guan Zehao.
"Hahahaha, welcome to the challenge. Our Han Quan is not afraid of challenges, but we are afraid of not having a challenge.”Li Zhuyong laughed arrogantly. He hoped to challenge as many as possible. Only when there were more challenges would their Taekwondo Club become more and more famous.
"What? There are still people who want to challenge me? If he continued to stay and support them, he would beat them until they understood what true Chinese martial arts were.”
"Yes, yes, stay and continue to cheer for our people…"
"If you want to stay, then stay. I've had enough of this kind of devastation.”
"Yeah, let's go. Why stay? We should still cheer for the Koreans.”
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