Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

"Ah-da!" As he performed the action, Ma Jieke subconsciously let out a battle cry.

Although this kick was certainly less powerful than Bruce Lee's, it still had about 80% of the force.

Choi Dong-ho, who was originally known for his speed, was caught off guard and was kicked in the chest, flying backward like a sandbag.

Bang! The strong body crashed heavily into the octagonal cage, coughing up blood as he landed, his teeth grinding together, his eyes filled with terrifying murderous intent.

"Oh!" Commentator Kevin and guest Quillin stood up almost simultaneously and exclaimed in uncontrollable surprise.

"Oh my god!" Kevin's roar echoed throughout the arena as he leaned forward and frantically slammed his hands on the commentary table: "An unbelievable side kick! The movement was barely visible to the naked eye. The counterattack isn't over yet! Abao is pressing his advantage and continuing to pressure his opponent!"

"Hook Kick!"

"Spin kick!"

"Double Flying Kick!"

"Abao launched a lightning-fast attack, striking with lightning speed, unstoppable!"

"Cui Donghao was nailed to the iron cage. He was roaring and angry, but he was powerless to fight back."

"At this moment, the South Korean tiger is like a ravaged kitten, while Po is a giant bear descending from the sky, frantically destroying everything in his opponent's path without a trace of pity or respite."

"Peach blossoms cast shadows as divine swords fly, the azure sea surges as jade flutes play—experience the charm of Chinese kung fu!"

At the end of the narration, Kevin even recited two lines of poetry in broken Chinese, from Jin Yong's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Seeing that the [Relentless Combo] had already stacked to 25 layers, Ma Jieke decided to finish the battle in one go.

Just as he was enjoying himself immensely, a sudden ringtone entered his ears.

"Stop! Stop!"

At the same time, the referee quickly stepped forward to stop them, but did not get too close, for fear of being swept by the various whirlwind kicks.

"Shit! At such a crucial moment, Choi Dong-ho's coach actually called a timeout. This is worse than killing me."

"If my memory serves me right, this is the first time Choi Dong-ho has used a pause. I wonder if he can find a solution in just two minutes."

"The bell saved your baby." Looking at the already injured Cui Donghao, Ma Jie spat on the ground disdainfully and hurried back to the cage to rest.

"Quick, coconut water." Max nervously handed him the drink, the cap already unscrewed.

Ma Jieke took it and gulped down two mouthfuls to quickly replenish his fluids and electrolytes.

"Well done, Jack! Your moves just now were exactly like Bruce Lee's. Could you teach me a couple of moves later?"

"I've loved watching kung fu movies since I was a kid. I've watched all of Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan's movies more than ten times."

Jimmy was as happy as a little fanboy. Although he didn't know how Ma Jie did it, as long as he was handsome, that was all that mattered. Why think so much?

"Jimmy, you're disrupting his rhythm." Max decisively pulled him away, calmly saying, "Listen, Jack, your opponent is already terrified of you. No matter how he changes his tactics, the chances of him turning the tide are slim. All you need to do is maintain this momentum and unleash your fighting talent to the fullest, understand?"

"Understood. I'll finish him off as soon as the match starts."

Seeing the countdown ticking away, Ma Jieke had no choice but to finish quickly.

Sava stood at a distance, not coming over to say any encouraging words. This boxer, randomly discovered from the streets, was incredibly strong, completely beyond the scope of carbon-based life forms.

Is the popular online joke that everyone in China knows kung fu true? Otherwise, how do you explain everything that's happening right now?

There's a saying circulating in the North American server: if you want to fight an Asian on the street, you'd better find out their nationality first, otherwise you might be facing a martial arts master.

As the stopwatch ticked down to two minutes, the bell to restart the game didn't ring.

Meanwhile, the medical technicians on the opposing side were still providing emergency treatment to Choi Dong-ho, applying a strange, gel-like substance to his body.

Max, furious, ran straight to the referee's table to protest: "Sir, what are you doing? Halftime is over, why hasn't the game started yet?"

The referee coldly pointed to the timer on the table, which showed 30 seconds remaining: "Excuse me, ma'am, our time will be the official time."

"You...you're deliberately stalling for time, giving him more time to recover!"

The other person didn't respond, but instead picked up a yellow card from the referee's table and looked at her arrogantly.

Just like in a football match, if you accumulate two yellow cards, you'll be sent off.

Max has a fiery temper and was about to flip the table when Sava and Jimmy arrived in time to stop him.

"You corrupt referee! I'll fuck your whole family to pieces, you bunch of sons of bitches and bastards!"

With a sweet smile and her middle finger raised high, she was dragged away by the two of them.

The three referees each held up a red card. "Go ahead and yell, we'll just pretend we didn't hear it."

As a result, she would have to leave the bench, and her only unused timeout would naturally be canceled.

Ma Jieke was very annoyed that he had been deliberately delayed by half a minute.

So as soon as the bell rang, he decided to attack in his Lee Sin form.

He immediately unleashed a powerful kick, hoping to kill the stray dog ​​with the explosive force of the Dragon Tail Sweep.

Similar to Quilin's thinking, playing a game is about winning, which is perfectly understandable.

But you rely on your strength to beat your opponents to a pulp in order to gain popularity. Are you even human?

As before, when facing Ma Jie, who was possessed by Bruce Lee, Choi Dong-ho could only take the beating.

The kick landed squarely on him.

As a result, something unexpected happened.

When the outside of the foot struck, it felt as if the kick had landed on a giant mudfish. The explosive force that was originally concentrated on one point was instantly neutralized by this mysterious power.

Dude, in just two and a half minutes, you've transformed into a superhuman with the Smooth-Smooth Fruit?

Choi Dong-ho looked at him with a sly grin, and immediately went into counter-attack mode, unleashing a series of high sweeps, side kicks, and flying kicks, showcasing the wide-range advantage of Taekwondo to the fullest.

Ma Jie tried to defend and counterattack several times, but when his fists hit him, they would just slip out and not cause any real damage.

As a result, they were gradually forced to the edge of the cage, where they could only rely on sliding steps and interceptions for technical defense.

"Timeout! Foul!" (Pause! Foul!)

Max, who was experienced in combat, quickly noticed something was amiss and immediately raised his arms and shouted to attract the referee's attention.

As a result, the referees acted as if they had been bribed, and didn't even look in her direction.

Enraged, Max turned to the commentators and shouted, "Vaseline! Korean player Choi Dong-ho has applied Vaseline to his body! Such a filthy and despicable act! Are you all blind?"

"My fighter is being treated unfairly! Stop the fight immediately, right now!"

Seeing Max's crazy behavior, special guest Quillin Nelson wanted to say something, but old Kevin secretly stepped on his foot, implying that he should mind his own business.