My martial arts master is too crazy, 3000 million black fans

Chapter 265 Little pickle martial arts world, kneel for me!

Gao Meng shook his head, "Let's forget it. This guy is so scared that he still beats him. Forget it, beat his dirty hands."

After that, Gao Meng looked at the little pickles around him and said, "Don't run away, come up here and keep fighting."

"Keep fighting!"

"Aren't you very good at Taekwondo? What are you afraid of? Don't be afraid, be brave!"

Gao Meng shouted loudly.

It’s okay if he doesn’t shout, but he will run further if he shouts.

These little pickles were already filled with fear. God knows what they had just experienced.

In their eyes, Jiang Yang is no longer a human being, but a devil.

It's a demon descended from hell.

too frightening.

Not a little pickle with fear in his heart.

When Jiang Yang's bandits rushed towards them, each of them felt like a prehistoric beast was rushing towards them with its bloody mouth wide open.

Be timid before fighting.

"What's going on with you guys?"

Jiang Yang spoke, "The first kendo gym was like this, and you guys are still like this at the second taekwondo gym. They are all a bunch of rubbish."

After a pause, Jiang Yang continued, "I thought your Taekwondo gym would be better, at least there would be a few who can fight.

How can we say that Taekwondo is a martial art that your Han country is proud of? It is a martial art created by your own people.

You have always boasted that you are the best in the world in Taekwondo, using empty gloves on your feet, and defeating Tang Dynasty Kung Fu. Don't you say that we, Tang Dynasty Kung Fu, can't fight, and that we use our fists and embroider our legs? "

Jiang Yang's questions were like a small hammer hitting the hearts of people in the Pickle Gate.

"Why is this? Why is your taekwondo also rubbish!"

"I'm very disappointed. Really, I'm very disappointed. I came to your country this time to exchange martial arts. I hope to meet masters and compete with masters instead of bullying you weak little trash. I'm really I don’t want to bully you.”

'Instead of bullying you weak little trash, I really don't want to bully you. '

The boss's voice came from the computer.

Wang Yu was the first to laugh, "Pfft... Haha, boss, you are so funny, you're going to make me laugh to death!"

"Haha!" Chen Peng beside him was also laughing, "Little pickles are going to be so angry. How do you think they don't want to bully you?"

The boss was still talking, "Can you understand the feeling of being lonely as a master...well, you don't understand."

Jiang Yang sighed.

"Forget it, I won't talk about you either, you really hate iron but can't make steel.

gone.

We left and went to the third house.

They are a bunch of little brats, and there is no sense of achievement in beating them. "

"It's pretty boring, just such a bunch of little trash."

"Let's go, let's go, there's nothing to see anymore, let's go."

A group of people shouted and walked out.

Li Lei, who was walking at the end, looked back and saw that the reporters were still in a daze. "Journalists, we are leaving. Hurry up and follow us."

The reporters were in an uproar before they reacted.

Only then did he recover from the shock.

too frightening.

The Gangster is so scary, really scary.

Why is it so scary?Why are there such powerful people?
One person can beat hundreds of Taekwondo masters and run away with their heads covered. Isn't such a person scary?Isn't it scary?

"Big devil, big devil, big devil." A male reporter wearing glasses chanted repeatedly.

Previously, he learned on the Internet that Nihong netizens called Jiang Yang the "big devil", and he thought it was an exaggeration of Nihong netizens.

At this moment, he understood that Neon Man was not exaggerating at all.

The gangster is really a big devil.

Seoul National University Cheongbukan, this is a mixed martial arts gym.

Curator Han Taiwen is a mixed martial arts master with rich experience. He has won one gold belt and two silver belts in the Ultimate Fighting Championship.

Such a strong man, a master of fighting, looked shocked at this moment.

To his left and right, dozens of fighting students behind him looked at the live TV screen with shocked expressions.

The Jiangyang thief is like a demon, sweeping away all the Taekwondo masters.

It was so powerful that it shocked them.

"It's terrible." A young combat student in his early 20s muttered to himself in shock.

"How could there be such a terrifying person?" Another fighter student's eyelids twitched in shock.

Jiang Yang's thieves were terrifying beyond their imagination.

"Teacher, what should we do?" A student with a good-natured face spoke with worry in his eyes.

The map released by Gang Yang Bandit shows that their martial arts gym is also on it, and according to the order of the map, they should be the fourth one.

It's their turn next time.

A gangster is coming to kick him out.

How to do?
Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at the teacher, their curator.

Han Taiwen's expression was solemn, and he was equally worried.

He knew in his heart that he was far from the opponent of Jiangyang Thief.

What should I do if such a powerful opponent comes to challenge me?
After thinking about it for a while, Han Taiwen said, "The matter has come to this, and we have no choice. When the time comes, I will face it alone, teacher, and you should not interfere."

"Teacher, can you deal with the gangsters alone?" A student asked worriedly.

"The Jiangyang Thief is too cruel. Teacher, we can't let you face it alone."

"I am willing to work with you, teacher."

"Teacher, I am willing too."

"We stand with you, teacher."

Dozens of students, including coaches, expressed their intention to stand with the curator and face the powerful enemy together.

It's a bit spine-chilling.

Han Taiwen showed a pleased expression, but still shook his head, "Even if you are included, we are no match for Jiangyang Thief, and even if we win together, it will be disgraceful. On the contrary, losing will be even more embarrassing. Then we will really become a It's a joke, and I can't lift my head up for the rest of my life."

The implication is that he alone bears the responsibility.

His personal defeat is only for his personal honor. At least it will not affect the coaches and students. At least it is not the worst result.

……

After Jiang Yang and his team came out, they got into the car and continued to the next goal.

The team grew along the way, and more reporters joined.

arrived at the destination.

The third martial arts gym was a wrestling martial arts gym, also on the top floor of a shopping mall, with many onlookers watching.

This unique kick-off match has already attracted the attention of the whole network in Han Kingdom.

Many TV stations in Seoul live broadcasted the event, and more than tens of millions of people watched it.

"Give way, please give way." Gao Meng shouted. Too many people were blocking the front. After the crowd gave way, he walked to the gate of the wrestling hall.

The door was closed tightly.

Isn't the door open?

You can see through the glass door that there seems to be no one inside... no, there is someone, someone is seen moving around.

Gao Meng shouted, "Is there anyone there?"

The people inside didn't respond, maybe they didn't hear.

Gao fiercely slapped the glass door
After a few shots, a young man came over and opened the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Kick the pavilion..."

Just as he was talking, a woman who looked like a female assistant came out and hurriedly ran out. She held a notice in her hand and posted it on the glass door with several large characters written on it: temporarily closed.

"What do you mean by suspending business?"

Gao Meng didn't answer, "Call your curator to come out."

"I'm sorry, sir, our gym is closed today." The female assistant replied.

"Hey, it's interesting. When is it closed? It's closed at this time. Don't tell me it's a coincidence?" Gao Meng sneered.

The female assistant had an unnatural expression on her face and said, "Sorry, we are temporarily closed this morning for internal renovations."

"Is the interior being renovated?" Gao Meng looked inside, "Don't lie, you are renovating. Are you afraid that we are here to kick off the restaurant and you don't dare to open the door?"

While talking, the mobile phones of several members of the team rang. Bai Xiaoni took out her mobile phone and checked it. There was new news in the work group.

is a video.

Clicking, a martial arts gym appeared in the video. It was this gym. There were a lot of people watching the excitement gathered at the entrance of the gym. Then a few people came out and took all the promotional signs placed at the door. Go in and close the door.

The video was sent by Xia Ming and he replied with a message, "This is a video someone took 10 minutes ago. This gym is still open."

Ha ha!

Bai Xiaoni smiled, "Master, let me show you something good."

Show your cell phone to the master.

Jiang Yang looked at it and smiled.

"Fuck, the door really closed when we came." Gao Meng complained, and he saw it too.

"Let the netizens take a look."

Li Lei turned on the video in the group, moved his mobile phone closer to the live camera, and showed it to the netizens in the live broadcast room.

"Family, take a look at this video. It's really funny. On our way here, this wrestling gym was so frightened that it closed early and found some excuse to suspend business. It was an excuse for interior decoration. It's so funny."

"Haha, I'm afraid of being beaten."

"Is it such rubbish?"

"I don't dare to challenge anymore."

"Haha, I'm so cowardly."

"This is so cowardly that I don't even dare to fight!"

"Scared out of my wits."

"It's so funny, that's just the courage of Little Pickle."

Netizens laughed.

Show it to reporters, too.

Bai Xiaoni took her cell phone to show to the reporters behind her.

Let them take a look and appreciate it, this is their martial arts gym in the cold country.

Such courage.

Just this virtue.

"What's going on?" The reporter behind him asked curiously, not knowing yet.

"It seems like they knew the gangsters were coming and closed the store early."

"Oh no?"

"It shouldn't be possible." Several reporters didn't believe it. They didn't believe that their martial arts gym in Han State had such courage.

Are you so afraid of gangsters?

However, the facts are in front of us.

Someone also took a video showing that the door was still open a few minutes ago.

There is no excuse for this.

What's more, you said that there was no decoration at all inside, but there were clearly people inside, including students.

No need to doubt it, just be afraid.

Dare not open the door to fight.

That's a bit of a shame.

A reporter returned the phone to Bai Xiaoni after watching the video.

His expression was like eating shit.

I really have nothing to say.

Some reporters covered their faces.

"What a waste!" some were cursing.

"Alas!" A reporter shook his head and sighed, "The gangsters are so powerful. It's understandable to be afraid."

Another reporter next to him immediately retorted, "How can you understand this? Even if the gangster is very powerful and cannot be beaten, he can't be cowardly like this, right?" He said with an angry expression.

"What a waste!" Another reporter next to him became angry.

"Hahahaha!"

At this time, Gao Meng laughed, and his laughter attracted the attention of reporters.

"Journalists, you have all seen it, right?
A bunch of cowards.

Don't blame us for looking down on you. It's because you don't live up to your expectations and don't want to lose face, so don't blame others for stepping on you. "

Li Lei interjected, "Actually, just admit defeat, what's the point of making excuses, right?
Wouldn't it be okay to be more honest? "

"They also want to save face."

Gao Meng and Li Lei glanced at each other.

The next second, the two of them laughed in unison, "Hahahaha!" They laughed so loudly.

Many pickles blushed at the scene of laughter.

Really embarrassing.

suffocated.

Never been so frustrated as today.

"Let's go, let's go. It's okay here. Let's go to the next one."

The next target is the fourth Seoul National University Cheongbukan.

The atmosphere is heavy.

Director Han Taiwen stood in a practice room, waiting for Jiangyang Dao to come to his door.

There are more than a dozen coaches around, and no one speaks.

"Director, the gangsters are here." A student ran over from the office outside.

"Did you come so fast?" Han Taiwen was confused. Didn't he just go to the third house?

"The third one is closed."

"What do you mean by closing the door?" Han Taiwen didn't understand.

"They knew that gangsters came to the house and took pictures, so they made a temporary excuse and said it was for interior decoration."

"What?" Han Taiwen raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

The student nodded, "I also took a video of it. It was still open ten minutes ago."

"Trash." Han Taiwen immediately became angry. "

It's too embarrassing to close the door and not dare to challenge.

So humiliating.

"What kind of martial arts gym is this? We've lost all our faces!"

"How can this be done? You have to fight even if you can't fight. What does it mean to surrender before you fight?"

"Is the curator of that store from Han State?"

The atmosphere among more than a dozen coaches became tense.

This is really angry.

This is not an embarrassment to themselves, but an embarrassment to everyone.

It was the curator Han Taiwen who calmed down his emotions first. Anger was of no use. He could only be himself.

The gangster is coming soon.

He needs to stay calm and be at his best.

Even if you fail, you can't lose too ugly.

You can't lose the face of the cold country martial arts.

You can't give in even if you die.

Han Taiwen swore secretly in his heart.

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

"Curator, Jiangyang Thief and the others have arrived at Seoul National University, and they will be in our martial arts hall soon." The student came to inform again.

Han Taiwen clenched his fists.

The atmosphere was tense.

A few more minutes passed before the sound of footsteps came from outside.

Here we come, the thief is here.

Yes, a large group came in.

There was a large group of reporters behind him.

The person walking at the front was none other than Jiang Yang.

Han Taiwen had a complicated expression in his eyes.

It was such an ordinary-looking man from the Tang Dynasty that caused the Qingwu Academy to encounter its first and biggest crisis after it had been established for more than 10 years.

"Which of you is the curator?"

When Jiang Yang spoke, his eyes fell on Han Taiwen.

"That's me." Han Taiwen said.

"Your Excellency appears to be ready."

"Please." Han Taiwen made a clasped fist gesture.

The coach behind him automatically moved out of the way.

Jiang Yang waved his hand, and the crowd behind him also retreated.

"Come on, Director Han!" a reporter in the crowd shouted.

Get to know Korean Thai.

He is also a well-known figure in the entertainment industry.

"Curator Han, right? I hope you don't let me down." Jiang Yang said, "I've kicked out three martial arts gyms, and they're all a bunch of rubbish. I hope you have something different that can bring me a little surprise. "

Han Taiwen did not reply, but assumed a fighting posture.Then he took a step forward, and then stepped forward.

He was very cautious and slowly approached the Jiangyang thief step by step.

The fight was about to begin, and the surrounding area became quiet.

When the distance was less than one meter, Han Taiwen suddenly kicked his foot and hit Jiang Yang's neck with a whip kick.

"it is good!"

“The curator is great!”

The coach behind him was excited, thinking that the curator had won, thinking that he would KO the opponent with one kick... Oh, wait a minute.Something is wrong.

The Jiangyang thief received a heavy kick on the neck, but it was as if nothing had happened.

He also twisted his neck.

"Too weak, your kick is too weak."

"Admiralty?"

Han Taiwen showed a solemn expression.

He recognized the opponent and used the Golden Bell Shield Hard Qigong. The kick just now was like kicking a stone pillar.

The other party was unscathed, but his feet hurt a little.

Of course, Han Taiwen checked the information about Jiang Yang Dao and found out that he had practiced a very powerful hard qigong.

Claimed to be invulnerable.

The so-called invulnerability is just an exaggeration. Fighters from all over the world have luck skills training methods. It's just that the fists are harder and the body's ability to resist blows is stronger.

No one can be truly invulnerable, and Han Taiwen has never seen one.

But now Han Taiwen knew it, and he saw that the opponent's hard Qigong had indeed reached the level of invulnerability.

Not an exaggeration at all.

"Again, I believe you haven't shown your strength yet, show your whole body's strength." Jiang Yang hooked his hands.

Take a breath.

Han Taiwen took a step forward and kicked out his right leg fiercely.

"Snapped!"

This kick was heavier than before.

It wasn't over yet, and then he punched several times in succession.

However, the other party did not move, but he himself was shocked and took several steps back.

"how is this possible?"

Han Taiwen couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.

The dozen or so coaches behind him were dumbfounded.

The reporters were dumbfounded.

In front of the TV, a little pickle who was watching KBS live broadcast was also dumbfounded. Seeing this scene, he imagined the same scene in his mind. Yesterday, the TV Muay Thai champion also kicked the gangster in the neck.

At that time, Jiang Yang's thief was fine.

I thought the muay thai champion didn't eat, he was too weak to be worthy of the name.

Only at this moment did I realize that the Muay Thai King was not too weak and the Gangster was too powerful. His Golden Bell Hard Qigong was too powerful.

Invulnerable.

"This is the Admiralty."

The pickles at the scene also thought of everything.

A reporter gasped.

Invulnerable, how can we fight?
The opponent won't dodge or dodge, and even if you try to hit him, you won't be able to hit him.

"You are still too weak." Jiang Yang showed a disappointed expression, "I shouldn't have had hope in your martial arts. This is my fault."

"Your fist is not strong enough. Now it's my turn to show you whether my fist is strong enough.

Take my first punch first. "

After the words fell, Jiang Yang made a big stride, closing the distance with Han Taiwen, and punched him in the face.

What a great speed.

Director Jin only had time to protect his face with both hands.

"afraid!"

Punch him on the arm.

The blow sent him flying backward several meters. When he was about to fall, two Jiang Liu hurriedly supported the curator.

"Wow!"

A reporter's eyes and pupils dilated, and curator Han was sent flying backwards with just one punch.

How powerful is this punch.

Han Taiwen's expression changed, and he endured the pain in his arm. He knew that his left arm was broken.

The opponent's punch was so powerful.

Invincible.

With this punch, Han Taiwen knew that he was far from the opponent in strength.

"Punch 2."

When the sound reached his ears, Han Taiwen quickly dodged.

But the opponent's punch was faster, and Han Taiwen only had time to block it with his uninjured right hand.

"Bang!" Another punch sent him back several meters and fell to the ground.

"Director." Several coaches exclaimed loudly.

Han Taiwen struggled to stand up.

Enduring the pain by force.

The right hand was also broken.

Two punches broke both of his hands.

"Is it okay?" Jiang Yang smiled.

Several coaches were about to step forward to help, but were stopped by Han Taiwen.

"Don't come up."

Han Taiwen was sweating, and his hands were placed unnaturally.

"His hands." A reporter noticed his hands.

"Director, your hands?" Some coaches noticed and exclaimed.

"Your hands are already broken, do you still need to be beaten?"

Jiang Yang asked again.

"I'm not down yet."

"Oh, is that so?" Jiang Yang smiled, "Then take my third punch."

A fist as big as a sandbag struck.

Han Taiwen wanted to raise his head and hands, but he couldn't raise his hands no matter what.

"Bang!" A punch hit him in the face.

Vomiting blood, Han Taiwen staggered back.

"Are you still fighting?"

Jiang Yang was about to throw his fourth punch but then pulled back, still smiling and asking.

"Surrender, you." Gao Meng shouted at the side.

"Director, don't fight." A coach shouted, worried that the director would continue to hit him if he was so seriously injured.

Han Taiwen's mouth was bleeding, and he looked back at the coach, "We in Qingwu Hall have never surrendered. We can only die standing and never surrender."

He said that he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his arm.

"It's impossible for the Jiangyang thief to want me to surrender. You can defeat me..."

Before he finished speaking, the fourth punch had already come, and his eyes went dark.

Han Taiwen's left eye was bruised.

Got punched.

It's not over yet, the fifth punch.

Dark again, right eye bruised.

"Aren't you going to surrender?" Jiang Yang smiled slightly.

"I will never surrender, I will never surrender..."

"Bang!" He punched him directly in the face, interrupting Han Taiwen's roar.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!" followed by a few more punches.

With each punch, Han Taiwen screamed and took a step back.

When he closed his fist, Han Taiwen was already on the verge of falling.

His face was bruised and swollen, looking like a pig's head.

Miserable.

"One last question for you, do you want to surrender?"

"Wow!" Han Taiwen spit out a mouthful of blood, and spit out two teeth.

"Do not……"

Another punch.

In the end, the punch stopped in front of Han Taiwen's nose and did not hit.

Han Taiwen slowly fell to the ground.

"curator!"

"curator!"

"curator!"

Several cries of grief.

"Woooooooooo... Director!" a coach cried.

The reporters all around showed tragic expressions.

Several female reporters were wiping their tears and crying.

So sad.

Han Taiwen would rather die than surrender. Even if he was beaten into a pig head, he did not give in or surrender.

How tragic.

"He's quite a man." Li Lei muttered.

"What's the matter? It's not that his strength is too bad." Gao Meng said contemptuously.

"Let's go to the next stop. Let's leave." Jiang Yang spoke and was about to turn around and leave.

"Big thief." A coach looked at him angrily.

Ok?
Jiang Yang looked puzzled. Does this little pickle want to be beaten?

"Jiangyang Thief!"

Another coach, no, five or six coaches glared at him.

He clenched his fists.

Not convinced?

"You all retreat." Han Taiwen's weak voice came.

"Director, the Jiangyang thief beat you like this, we can't let him go."

"We can't let it go like this, we'll fight him!"

"Fight!"

The coaches were furious.

They were angry that the curator was beaten so badly.

I can't wait to fight against Jiang Yang's thief, even if I can't beat him, I still have to fight.

Han Taiwen looked really miserable, with his face swollen like a steamed bun.

My eyes were bruised and I couldn't open them.

Still vomiting blood in the mouth, how many teeth are gone?
"I lost."

Han Taiwen struggled to speak, "If you lose, you lose."

"Director Han." Jiang Yang said, "Although your strength is not very good, you still have some backbone.

Unlike other people, he has no strength and no backbone, his whole body is covered with soft bones, but his mouth is the hardest.

You're pretty good at this.

It's an honor for you to be defeated by me.

Okay, farewell. "

After all, turn around and leave.

"Wow!" It was a student who cried, and burst into tears.

"Ahhh!"

In front of the computer, a little Kimchi stood up and clenched his fists, "Big Bandit Jiangyang is too abominable and arrogant, please, please come out and defeat him, please!"

"Damn it!"

"Is there no one who can beat him?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Well done, Director Han."

"We men from the cold country should have this kind of blood."

"A good-blooded man!"

"Even if you lose, you are still honored."

"Even if we fail, we can't let the people of Tang country look down upon us. Compared to the previous martial arts schools, it's really rubbish."

"Come on, Director Han, we all support you."

Countless little pickles posted barrages.

Judging from the content of the barrage they posted, it seems that the morale was inspired by Director Han's blood.

Lishan Road, Seoul, Haidong Kendo Hall.

"Director Han Jin is a man!"

"I admire Director Han!"

"A bloody man."

"The Jiangyang bandit is too arrogant, wantonly trampling on our dignity."

In a classroom at Haidong Kendo Hall, forty or fifty Kendo Hall students and coaches were watching the live broadcast.

Seeing Director Han collapsed, he was filled with grief and indignation.

At this time, one of them stood up, this was their curator Li Chichang.

"You have all seen that Director Han did not give in before he fell down. This is the samurai spirit of our cold country! It is the example of our martial arts practitioners." While speaking, Li Chichang stared at Han who fell on the ground in the live broadcast. curator.

He and curator Han are good friends, and he was saddened and angry when he saw what happened to his friend.

"Senior Han is our role model, Director. We will fight against the gangsters until the end!" A kendo gym instructor said angrily.

"Shopping to the end, we will fight to the end with Jiangyang Bandit."

"Director, we will never back down."

All the coaches shouted in unison, with great momentum.

"Shopping to the end."

Li Chichang also shouted loudly, looking excited.

Then, Li Chichang looked at a disciple and said, "Get ready and record a video of me challenging Jiang Jiangyang."

"Teacher, do you want to challenge the Jiang Yang gangster?" The disciple was surprised.

Li Chichang looked serious, "Jiangyang Thief doesn't pay attention to our cold country martial arts at all, and is unscrupulous. Someone must come forward to challenge him, and we are duty bound."

The disciple understood and immediately went to get the shooting equipment.

In fact, Li Chichang didn't say a word. He couldn't escape anyway. His kendo gym was also on the list of 20, so he couldn't escape.

Since you can't avoid it, you might as well take the initiative to challenge it.

Here, Jiang Yang and his group left the Seoul National University Cheongbu Hall.

A large group of reporters behind him looked tragic.

Director Han's experience made them sad and happy.

The sadness and indignation is so tragic. Director Han was beaten so badly. What is gratifying is Director Han's unyielding spirit.

There is no shame in Hanguo martial arts.

Glory to defeat.

The reporters got into the car and just sat down when one of the female reporters received a message on her mobile phone and clicked on it. It was a video, "I am Lee Ji-chang, the director of the Haedong Kendo Hall in Yeosan-do, Seoul. You are a gangster from Tang Elementary School." You are arrogant and domineering, and you have repeatedly insulted our martial arts in the Han Kingdom, which is intolerable. I, Li Chichang, formally challenge you, and I will wait for you here."

A row of kendo gym members behind Li Chichang shouted in unison. "Haidong Kendo, defeat the Jiangyang thief!"

The reporter showed a happy expression, raised his head and shouted loudly into the car, "Everyone, please watch the news. Master Li Chichang of Haidong Kendo has posted a video challenging the gangster."

Many reporters have also received the news and are watching the video.

"Li Chichang is the master of Haidong Kendo and a master of swordsmanship. It's great that he takes the initiative to challenge Jiangyang Dao."

"Okay, thumbs up for Master Li Chichang."

"We still have masters in kendo in the Han Kingdom, and Li Chichang is definitely a master."

The reporters talked a lot, showed excited expressions, and their morale soared.

It seems that he has seen the hope of defeating the Jiangyang thief.

The Jiangyang team in the front bus also saw the video.

"Master, Li Chichang from Haidong Sword Dojo is challenging you, do you see?" Xia Weiwei asked the master's opinion as she spoke.

"Challenge me, right? I accept." Jiang Yang nodded happily.

"Then we have to turn left ahead."

Jiang Yang nodded.

Xia Weiwei took out a walkie-talkie and shouted to the convoy, "Pay attention to the left turn in front of us and go to Lishan Road Haidong Kendo Hall instead."

The convoy turned left.

Head towards Haedong Kendo Hall on Lishan Road.

We arrived after driving for nearly 30 minutes.

The Kaidong Kendo Hall is located in a six-story single-family building.

Entering inside, we went up to the third floor, where we found an empty practice room.

Li Chichang led hundreds of kendo gym students to line up neatly.

When they saw the gangsters coming in, they all shouted in unison:
"Haidong Kendo!"

"Haidong Kendo!"

"Haidong Kendo!"

Full of momentum.

None of them showed any fear when looking at Jiangyang's thieves, but instead showed expressions of generosity and sacrifice.

Jiang Yang's eyes fell on Li Chichang, who was in his early 30s and wore a white kendo uniform.

Holding a bamboo sword.

Extraordinary temperament.

(End of this chapter)