(PS: Toxic, please be careful.)
"Huh, Coach Ma, don't be too crazy. If you are too careful, your tongue will flash." Park Chengxi said angrily.
"I can't help it. When I see an opponent who looks like trash, I can't help but tell the truth. It's no problem. I won't embarrass you too much, right?" Mark smiled.
"How brave! Then I will help you. Come with ten black belts and beat him to death with me!" Park Chengxi was finally angered. His ugly face turned red with anger.
"We should have taken action a long time ago. Villains don't have to talk so much nonsense. I wonder if villains die from talking too much?" Mark said contemptuously.
"You are the villain, and your whole family is a villain!" Park Chengxi said angrily. He could actually understand Mark's words.
"Haha, they are just barbarians. They are arrogant in the Xia Kingdom and are waiting for their arms and legs to be broken. Come on, before the competition, sign the certificate of life and death. I am in a good mood today and I am going to kill a few sticks!" Mark shouted. When he saw sticks and Japanese, he became angry and wanted to kill a few of them. I have long forgotten the character of a gentleman.
"Here, Master Park, who of you are going to compete in the martial arts competition? First sign the certificate of life and death. If someone dies in the martial arts competition later, don't mess around. Dig a hole and bury yourself. Don't cause trouble to others." Ding Ming shouted. He seems to be abnormal. Not only is he no longer a girl, but he is also quite a man, a bit like that Beijing guy.
As soon as he said this, some of the older black belts who had planned to participate actually withdrew.
"Master Park, I feel sick in my stomach. I need to go to the hospital. Goodbye." He covered his stomach with a stick and ran away without waiting for Park Chengxi to reply.
"I have a stomachache too." The other two sticks said in unison. After they finished speaking, they ran away.
"I...I have a toothache." Another stick ran away after saying that. He covered his face, and no one recognized who he was for a moment.
In an instant, the four black belts around Park Sung-seok had already run away.
The remaining few were ready to move, and they also wanted to run away.
But they have lost the opportunity.
Because Park Sung-seok was staring at them eagerly.
They felt that if they moved, they would be kicked away by Park Sung-seok.
"You also want to run away?" Park Sung-suk said in Korean.
"I don't dare." The remaining stick said hurriedly in Korean.
"Hmph, those who ran away just now were expelled from the Korsa Taekwondo Hall and reported to their family. They will be a shame to their family." Park Sung-suk still said in Korean.
"Master Pu, the person who left just now is from a big family. His surname is Li. Will he also be expelled from the Taekwondo gym? Do we also need to inform his family?" Pu Zhengsen asked in a low voice. He also spoke Korean.
"No need for that, there won't be any cowards in the big family who run away from the battlefield. That Mr. Li must have an upset stomach." Park Chengxi said matter-of-factly.
"Master, Mr. Li doesn't have a stomachache. He has the toothache just now." Pu Zhengsen whispered.
"Well, a toothache is not a disease. The pain is... unbearable! This is a common saying in the Xia Kingdom, which shows that Mr. Li is indeed not a person who shrinks from battle. He is really sick." Park Chengxi said seriously.
"Yes, that must be the case." Pu Zhengsen also said seriously.
In the arena. Mark was a little depressed. Although he had a Korean teacher, his Korean teacher didn't teach seriously and only dragged him to the bedroom. He was willing to cooperate. As a result, he didn't understand Korean well and couldn't understand what Park Sung-suk and the others were saying.
Ding Ming became impatient and shouted: "Do you guys sign the life and death certificate? Why are you whispering in Korean? Do you think I can't understand Korean? I have been in Bangzi Country before, and I understand Korean. Do you want me to translate it for you?"
"No need, we will sign the life and death certificate immediately." Park Chengxi said hurriedly. He motioned to the people behind him to quickly sign the certificate of life and death. He was really afraid that his cover-up would be seen through.
It's just that most of the people present can speak Korean. They have heard what Park Sung-seok said, and they looked at Park Sung-seok and Park Jung-sen with contempt.
"The Bangzi of Bangzi Country are really a bunch of hypocritical guys. They shouldn't live in this world." Ding Ming secretly despised them.
In the arena.
Mark alone.
Park Sung-suk and other eleven people.
There are also two referees, one is Bangziguo Li Changsheng and the other is Yang Maolin.
The arena, which was not small at first, seemed a little crowded for a while.
"Coach Ma, do you want to move to a bigger place? It's a bit crowded here." Yang Maolin asked. He was afraid that the arena was too small and that Mark would not have room to maneuver around and would be easily surrounded by sticks.
"No, we must compete in this ring." Before Mark could reply, another stick referee Li Changsheng shouted. He also comes from a big family in Bangzi Country.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter where you are. Anyway, these pieces of garbage can't last three minutes." Mark said arrogantly.
"Coach Ma, don't be careless." Yang Maolin wanted to give a few more reminders.
"Okay, both sides are ready, the competition will begin immediately!" Li Changsheng shouted.
Mark gave Yang Maolin a look that reassured you.
"The competition begins!" Li Changsheng and Yang Maolin both shouted in Mandarin. None of them used Korean.
"Surround him and beat him to death!" Park Chengxi took the lead and rushed towards Mark. The ten black belts behind him also rushed towards Mark with their claws and teeth, as if Mark would be overwhelmed by them in the next moment.
"Haha" Mark sneered, while using Baguazhang's moving pile and turning palm skills, he walked along the arc, and in an instant, he turned behind Park Chengxi and the others.
"Ah, ah." Two screams sounded, two sticks hugged the legs, fell to the ground, and screamed. When they were passing by, Mark kicked and broke a leg.
At that moment, Mark could kill them, but Mark still held back. Even if he was in a situation of life and death, he could not kill people casually. After all, he is from a country of etiquette and has many restrictions.
"Okay!" Ding Ming shouted under the ring as if to vent his anger. Mark was fighting against eleven people alone. Although he was excited, he was always on guard, fearing that Mark would fail in his pretense and be tortured instead.
Mark's feet didn't stop, he took another arc step.
"Ah, ah..." Two more sticks screamed and fell to the ground in the ring. When Mark passed by them again, he broke a leg.
"Awesome! Teacher, you are so awesome!" Ding Ming continued to shout wildly.
"good!"
"awesome!"
"Awesome!"
"Is that Baguazhang? A martial art? It's so powerful!"
"Who is he? Which martial arts gym is the coach?"
"I'm afraid this is a real master, not one of those fake masters!"
"Why haven't I met such a master before? I want to become a disciple!"
"Finally I saw the master come out!"
"What's going on? They've been holding training classes."
...
The Taekwondo students couldn't help but cheer for Mark, kept asking for news about Mark, and wanted to learn from him.
In the arena.
Mark kept moving.
He kept stepping along the arc. He never faced the enemy head-on, and the attacks of the sticks were not effective at all. They were crowded, and he was kicked a few times by his own people from time to time. Park Sung-sik screamed in anger, but he also To no avail.
"Ah, ah, ah..." Some of the stickmen kept having their legs kicked off. After they fell to the ground, they had no time to get up, and they were stepped on several times by their own people.
Three minutes later.
Only Mark and Park Sung-suk were still standing on the ring. The others were lying on the ground, hugging their legs, howling and screaming, and some were trampled by their own people until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.
Others were disfigured because they had undergone plastic surgery, were stepped on by their own people, or had their lines opened, or collapsed.
