Beauty's Supreme Expert

With a sudden change in tone, Jin Xiuquan said sarcastically, "In our great Taekwondo, no matter who comes, they will not be a match for you."    

"Director Jin's words are reasonable, so I'll sit and watch your performance."    

Hearing Jin Xiuquan's arrogant words, Yu Jun's eyes flashed with killing intent.    

The purpose of their visit this time was to deal with the Dragon Tiger Fist Hall, not to compare who was stronger.    

In the eyes of the military, Taekwondo was trash.    

After they finished off the Long Tiger Fist School, it would be the time to take action against the Hongtai Taekwondo School.    

The same thought also emerged in Jin Xiu's mind.    

"Director Cui, go and spar with Director Sun. Let them see the power of our Taekwondo."    

Jin Xiuquan nodded to the man beside him. He sneered: "Taekwondo is far from something that the Chinese martial arts guys can compare with."    

"Chinese martial arts is a joke in front of our Taekwondo."    

Cui Zhangfeng stood out and kicked the air a few times. "Director Sun, are you okay? If not, I can let you have a leg."    

"Korean thing."    

Taking a deep breath, Sun Lianghu waved his hand and said, "Come on, let me know your boxing style."    

"You're still pretending even when you're about to die? How long can you last under my foot?"    

Seeing that Sun Lianghu was still so arrogant, Cui Zhangfeng kicked out: "This kick is good enough for you."    

Bang.    

Sun Lianghu felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his arms were hit by a truck, then he staggered.    

He hurriedly used his right leg to stabilize the ground, preventing himself from falling backwards.    

Under the current situation, he could not retreat. The moment he did, his momentum would be gone.    

However, because of this, the weight of his entire body landed on his right leg. The wounds that had just been bandaged immediately started to bleed.    

"Director Sun, you only have this kind of strength."    

Looking at Sun Lianghu clenching his teeth, Cui Zhangfeng laughed, "So what if you can block my kick? How long can you hold on for?"    

"Cut the crap, I definitely won't take a step back."    

Sun Lianghu was sweating profusely from the pain, but he couldn't utter a sound. "You Taekwondo guys are nothing special, but your boast is really loud."    

"Sun Lianghu, you're courting death."    

Seeing that Sun Lianghu was still trying to be brave, Cui Zhangfeng flew over and raised his leg again.    

Rumble …    

Sun Lianghu blocked the attack once again. However, just when he wanted to heave a sigh of relief.    

Cui Zhangfeng's kicks came one after another. He spun 360 degrees in the air and his kicks also followed suit.    

Bang.    

"Sun Lianghu, this is our Taekwondo's continuous kicks."    

The first kick was blocked by Sun Lianghu, but the other two kicks landed on Sun Lianghu's chest.    

With a "wow", Sun Lianghu, who was kicked twice, continuously retreated and spat out a mouthful of blood.    

"Director."    

"Director."    

When the eight students saw this scene, they rushed forward to support Sun Lianghu.    

However, before he could get close, a series of kicks came flying over.    

"A bunch of trash. This is your Chinese martial arts."    

In just two minutes, all eight students were kicked to the ground by Cui Zhangfeng.    

Miserable screams filled the air.    

"Did you see it clearly? This is your Dragon Tiger Fist Palace."    

After doing all of the Dragon Tiger Fist Pavilion by himself, Cui Zhangfeng laughed out loud: "With just this bit of skill, you don't even have the qualifications to lift our Taekwondo shoes."