(PS: Toxic, please be careful.)
"Carry this garbage (lese) down!" Park Sung-seok shouted angrily. He also agreed with Mark's statement that his men were all rubbish.
"There's no need for the referee. You all go down and don't get in the way." Park Sung-seok didn't even need the referee. When he kicked sideways just now, he was blocked by Li Changsheng and almost kicked Li Changsheng away.
After a while.
There were only two people left in the ring, and there was no referee.
Mark and Park Sung-seok stared at each other. However, they did not feel sympathy for each other and could not help themselves.
"Coach Ma, you are a master, how about we draw a tie today?" Park Sung-seok suppressed his anger and shouted.
"Not so good? I'm here to kick off the gym today. I want to smash your sign and I want you to close the gym." Mark said lightly.
"Huh, wishful thinking, even if I lose, our Korsa will not close the school." Park Chengxi said angrily.
"Villain, stop talking nonsense and die immediately!" Mark shouted. He moved forward in an arc and attacked.
"I'll kick you to death!" Park Sung-seok's eyes revealed this.
"Hey, hey, hey..." he shouted, kicking his legs a series of times.
Mark was in no rush to defeat Park Sung-suk. He was circling Park Sung-seok, but of course he wasn't trying to stun Park Sung-seok.
This martial arts competition was his first time using Baguazhang in actual combat. He just used Park Chengxi to practice Baguazhang and brush up on his proficiency.
When facing an opponent in Baguazhang, one pays attention to avoiding the real and attacking the weak, passing the direction of the opponent's fierce attack, and striking suddenly and harshly from the side.
I saw Mark touching Park Sung-suk from time to time. He actually should have knocked Park Sung-seok down with one blow, but he didn't use the force. He didn't want to seriously injure Park Sung-seok early, he wanted to have fun for a while.
"This is a bit bullying." Ding Ming said to himself. He saw clearly under the ring that Mark could defeat Park Sung-seok at any time, but Mark didn't do that and just kept touching Park Sung-seok.
"When did the teacher get such a hobby? If he wants to touch a man, he can touch me. Why would he touch that ugly guy?" Ding Ming was inexplicably jealous.
"Mr. Ding, are you the owner of the freshman gym, right?" A student wearing a taekwondo uniform walked up to Ding Ming and asked in a low voice.
"Yes, I am." Ding Ming responded casually. He was still looking at Mark on the ring, and he wanted to tell Mark later that if he wanted to touch a man in the future, he could touch him. He can donate his physical body without any money.
"Mr. Ding, I want to sign up for Coach Ma's training class." The student said.
"Okay, you can go back to the freshman gym to sign up, but we are going to increase the price." Ding Ming said casually.
"Okay, Mr. Ding. I wonder if Coach Ma will accept an apprentice?" the student continued to ask.
"No!" Ding Ming said directly. He knew that Mark did not accept apprentices. There were many people who wanted to be Mark's disciples before, but Mark rejected them outright.
"Mr. Ding, I am very sincere. The apprenticeship fee is at least this amount." The student raised his index finger and made a gesture.
Ding Ming took a look and asked, "One hundred thousand?"
"No, one million." The student whispered.
"Oh? You seem to be quite rich? What's your name?" Ding Ming asked curiously.
"My name is Mo Shan, inexplicable Mo, mountain of mountains." Mo Shan said hurriedly. He is tall and handsome, about twenty-eight or nine years old, with fair skin. He is a completely handsome young man. You can tell at first glance that he is very feminine.
"Okay, I'll remember it. You can come to see me in the freshman gym tomorrow and we can have a good chat." Ding Ming looked at Mo Shan and smiled. He likes rich people.
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Ding." Mo Shan said politely.
In the arena.
Mark is still gaining experience and keeps touching Park Sung-seok.
"Mr. Ding, do you know what Coach Ma is doing?" Mo Shan asked.
"Coach Ma, this is the end of it. In fact, Park Sung-suk should have given up long ago." Ding Ming said. He didn't dare say that Mark had any special hobbies.
"Coach Ma really talks about martial arts. He can obviously defeat Park Sung-seok, but he just doesn't work hard. He is just pointing out Park Sung-seok's shortcomings. Otherwise, Park Sung-seok would have suffered internal injuries." Mo Shan said with admiration.
"That's right! Our coach Ma is the one who values martial ethics the most. He is both moral and artistic and highly respected. He always sticks to his point and will never seriously injure anyone. He values martial ethics the most." Ding Ming said with a smile.
At this time.
In the ring, Mark felt that time was almost up.
He intended to end the fight.
He followed the arc, dodged Park Sung-seok's kick, and reached Park Sung-seok's side.
He suddenly shot out a palm, hitting Park Chengxi's left thigh.
There was a "click" and it broke. Park Sung-seok's left leg was broken. He was just about to admit defeat.
I saw Mark strike again. He slapped Park Chengxi on the face and shouted back Park Chengxi's words of surrender.
"Crack" sounded again, and Park Sung-seok's right arm was broken.
"Ah..." Park Chengxi was about to scream.
"Pah!" Mark slapped him back again.
"Crack!" Park Sung-seok's left arm was also broken.
"Crack!" There was another sound, and Park Sung-seok's right leg was also broken.
Mark stopped his attack and took a step back.
"Ah..." Park Sung-seok finally screamed, "I give up!"
"Master Park, are you okay?" Referee Li Changsheng hurriedly ran onto the ring.
"Ah, ah, ah, my legs and arms are broken, ah..." Park Sung-suk lay on the ground and cried.
"Ah? It's all broken? Then why don't you admit defeat?" Li Changsheng asked in shock.
"I...I..." Park Sung-sik was so sad and angry that he fainted without breathing. It wasn't that he didn't want to admit defeat, it was because he was slapped back. He was wronged.
"Quick, call an ambulance!" Li Changsheng shouted hurriedly.
"The ambulance is waiting outside. Come on, doctor, our owner's legs and arms are broken. Come in with a stretcher!"
Doctors, nurses, and students wearing taekwondo uniforms suddenly became confused.
"Well, Coach Ma is very aggressive!" Mo Shan said in surprise. They were just talking about Mark's martial virtues, but Mark immediately broke Park Sung-seok's limbs.
"Yes, it must be that Park Sung-seok refused to admit defeat. Coach Ma was too strong for a moment and couldn't stop, so he broke Park Sung-seok's legs and arms." Ding Ming explained.
"Well, that's right, that's it. The stubborn ones should be taught a lesson to save them trouble." Mo Shan agreed.
Yang Maolin walked to the ring with Kersa's sign and said, "Coach Ma, do you want to smash this sign?"
"Smash it!" Mark said casually. He took the sign of Khulsa and shouted: "Today, I am going to smash this sign. Who is against it and who is in favor?"
The chaotic scene below suddenly became silent.
The students in the Taekwondo Hall lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.
The doctors and nurses quietly carried Park Sung-seok away.
Pu Zhengsen followed silently, seemingly not hearing what Mark shouted.
The stickmen in Bangzi Country also remained silent.
"Since no one objects, then by default you agree."
"I'll fight..." Mark screamed strangely, and he flew up and kicked Korsa's sign to pieces. He felt that Brother Long's strange scream was very powerful. That strange scream spread Xia Guo's kung fu to the outside world and became famous all over the world. Every country has a new word "Kung Fu". This is cultural communication, right?
"Xia Guo Kung Fu is the most powerful!" Mark shouted angrily.
"Xia Guo Kung Fu is the best!"
"Xia Guo's kung fu is unrivaled in the world!"
"Coach Ma is mighty!"
"I want to quit Taekwondo!"
"I want to learn Xia Guo Kung Fu!"
...
The Xia Guo Taekwondo students present took off their clothes one after another and stepped on them severely.
Some girls took it off without hesitation...
