When Hong Siyong was carried off the competition stage, everyone in the Chinese martial arts gym was extremely angry.
But what can they say? Their skills are not as good as others. If they quarrel with the people in the karate gym again, they will only be more embarrassed.
"Alas -" sighs came from the audience. Most of the audience present were Chinese. They felt very uncomfortable seeing the Chinese martial arts being bullied and humiliated in this way.
Everyone felt like there was a stone pressing on their hearts and they were all out of breath.
Is it possible that our great country, China's national martial arts, should be oppressed in this way?
On the other hand, the disciples and owners of foreign martial arts schools were smiling wildly and with contempt on their faces.
Nowadays, there is only one person left in the Chinese martial arts martial arts school, Zhang Family Wing Chun. However, in the eyes of everyone, this Wing Chun disciple is embarrassed in his big job.
Therefore, everyone felt that it would be better for Lu Xuan to simply give up and admit defeat to avoid being embarrassed again.
Zhang Dongyun thought the same thing. His throat was crawling, and he wanted to say something, but he saw Lu Xuan suddenly take a step, and then walked towards the competition stage - when all the Chinese felt that their heads were shrouded by a dark cloud, they saw the Chinese martial arts The last participating disciple in the gym walked towards the competition stage.
"What does he want to do?"
"Are you going to take the initiative to admit defeat?"
"It must be so!"
"——" For a while, the voices of discussion sounded.
With a serious smile on Lu Xuan's face, he walked towards the competition stage step by step, ignoring the gossip in his ears.
"Sure enough, it can't be reused. It's time to admit defeat!"
"It's better to admit defeat to avoid embarrassment!"
"——" All the Chinese people were sarcastic and sarcastic, while the people from the foreign martial arts schools looked at Lu Xuan with a sinister smile on their faces as they walked onto the competition stage.
Maeda Xingyong's eyes fell on Lu Xuan, he smiled playfully and said: "What?
Are you going to take the stage and announce your resignation? "
Lu Xuan glanced at him and said lukewarmly: "I came on stage to compete."
"Well!"
Maeda Xingyong was stunned for a moment, frowned and said: "Do you want to challenge me directly?"
Lu Xuan shook his head: "No!"
"I'm sorry you don't have the guts!"
"Ha ha!"
Maeda Xingyong laughed arrogantly.
"What on earth does this guy want to do? He thinks we Chinese are not embarrassed enough!"
"You coward, what are you doing on stage if you don't have the guts? Get off here!"
"——" What Lu Xuan said immediately aroused public indignation, and there were endless shouts and curses.
After a while, I heard Lu Xuan ask: "Including you, how many people are there from your other martial arts schools?"
Maeda Xingyong was stunned, a cold look flashed in his eyes, what on earth does this kid want to do?
"Including me, there are ten people left, and you are the only one left in your Chinese martial arts school," Maeda Xingyong replied.
"very good!"
Lu Xuan nodded: "Let them come together, I want to fight ten!"
"--"quiet! Deathly silence! Lu Xuan's words were definitely like a cannonball falling on the square, which shocked everyone into silence and made everyone feel like their brains had been struck by lightning.
Zhang Dongyun and Zhang Yunzhi were also dumbfounded.
And Zhang Yunzhi suddenly thought that at the beginning of the group competition, Uncle Lu said that he would fight ten. He originally thought that Uncle Lu would brag to the sky, but he did not expect that Uncle Lu would actually do this.
If one fights ten, is he crazy or stupid?
President Hong couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up suddenly with a look of disbelief on his face.
Even though he is a martial arts master, he definitely does not have the strength to challenge ten martial arts masters.
Everyone in the foreign martial arts gym who originally had a sinister smile on their faces froze, and the muscles on their faces twitched violently.
How dare this kid! How dare you praise Haikou like this? He probably doesn't know how to write the word "death".
When everyone was shocked, Lu Xuan curled his lips and said: "The arena competition is nothing more than competing for the title of first place. I defeated the other ten contestants and won the first place directly. This is not a violation, right? .”
"——" He didn't say anything, but once he spoke, he shocked everyone again.
If it is true as Lu Xuan said, he can defeat ten other martial arts martial arts disciples and directly come out on top. Of course, this is not against the rules. What if he loses?
Losing will disrupt the order of the game and prevent the game from proceeding smoothly.
"Haha——" After Maeda Xingyong was shocked, he laughed: "Interesting, really interesting. If you want to die, tell me earlier, and I can help you by myself."
"Don't think too highly of yourself and take me too lightly. You will never know what kind of existence I am!"
Lu Xuan glanced at Maeda Xingyong and said coldly.
"Buzz!"
A cold gaze, like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge exposed, made Maeda Xingyong's heart tremble and he couldn't help but take a step back.
Especially Lu Xuan's words shocked everyone.
This is what kind of strong self-confidence you need to have such a momentum that dominates the world! It's just Lu Xuan's words that made Zhang Dongyun's heart skip a beat. Could it be that Brother Lu wants to--Lu Xuan is a strong martial artist, and he is also a transcendent being. His power is definitely not comparable to that of national martial arts. If he uses his inner strength, , this sentence can certainly become a reality.
However, there are rules in the arena competition that do not allow the use of internal energy.
Is Brother Lu going to ignore the rules of the competition?
In this way, even if he defeated ten people from foreign martial arts schools, it would still be difficult to convince others.
