Driving Maybach and carrying Suzuki naiko to the school infirmary, the injured Muchen is being bandaged by a doctor at the moment, especially the four women of Liu Yueyu who sent Muchen to see her bloody arm, they can't help feeling a trace of nausea!

Strangely, the four women looked at the shocking scene, but mu Chen was stunned and stifled the pain.

"This girl is tough!" like Mu Chen, she has some big demons in her character. She can't help but say something that makes everyone look black.

With the help of the demon, Mu Chen sat in the co pilot position of Maybach, while Suzuki naiko and the demon sat in the back seat. As for the Lamborghini that originally belonged to Mu Chen, Liu Yueyu and them can only drive for the time being.

"Do you want to go to the martial arts competition in the morning?" looking at Suzuki naiko, who has gradually returned to normal, Zhao Sanjin asked playfully.

"Why don't you go?" Suzuki Naizi said with a chill and anger. "These people have a clear division of labor. They challenge me in the community, but they send someone to kidnap me. It's just a group of animals."

In the cultural museum, the fight between the societies has already begun. According to the rules of the competition, the first group battle is a direct scuffle between six people selected by each of the three societies. Whoever can finally stand on the challenge arena will win.

It's a good thing that Zhao Sanjin didn't come to play like this. Otherwise, they can't watch it. Damn it, chaos is created specifically for doing things. If anyone doesn't like it, they will fight directly.

This is not true. The Chinese martial arts association is such a living example. The six people on stage were beaten by the joint efforts of Taekwondo and karate in less than two minutes.

Even if the audience seemed a little indignant, it didn't help. Who made the rules in advance?

After Zhao Sanjin and his party arrived at the audience, a row of people directly occupied half of the seats. Looking at the terrible fight in the challenge arena, Zhao Sanjin more often turned his eyes to the bishop of Taekwondo opposite.

In his early twenties, he was really young. The black belt around his waist seemed to be deliberately showing his strength. Like Zhao Sanjin, the bishop opposite stared at Zhao Sanjin.

Especially after seeing Suzuki naiko on the side, the Bishop's face was obviously surprised. Although it was quickly restrained, it was still captured by Zhao Sanjin.

The final winner of the group war unexpectedly belongs to the karate players.

"Chinese Kung Fu is simply vulnerable. It's just fancy boxing and embroidered legs. Only karate in our island country is the standard configuration of a strong man!" it seems that winning a group war gave the karate coach confidence, and immediately stood up and shouted.

Zhao Sanjin can only scoff at the karate coach's rhetoric. Embracing his arms means watching a play, because Zhao Sanjin has found that the Taekwondo bishop opposite seems to be unable to sit still!

"Waste, don't you sit down and shut up?" sure enough, after Zhao Sanjin's idea fell, the bishop of Taekwondo had pointed to the karate coach and yelled.

This sudden change made the karate coach couldn't help but be a little stunned. He looked at his opponent playfully and said with a sneer: "is this a performance that can't afford to lose?"

"One of them is Qingzhu Yamashita, a junior who entered the school the year before last. He has taken over karate since he entered the school. So far, he has not lost more than three games. The other is Suzuki chuanlang, an exchange student from the island country I told you, who took over Taekwondo strongly."

Looking at Zhao Sanjin's appearance of some interest, naiko Suzuki carefully introduced the identity of the two of them to Zhao Sanjin, which surprised Zhao Sanjin: "this exchange student has a surname with you?"

"Yes!" Suzuki smiled bitterly and said, "that's why I want to understand his identity."

"Oh?" Zhao Sanjin was more interested. At the first sight of Suzuki chuanlang, Zhao Sanjin felt that he had a strong killing intention in his eyes, but it didn't seem to be aimed at Zhao Sanjin and his people.

Now it's not clear whether Suzuki is an enemy or a friend. However, how can we make it clear about the engagement?

"It's easy to hit you!" facing the irony of green bamboo at the foot of the mountain, Suzuki chuanlang didn't mind at all. On the contrary, he boasted and attracted the whole audience.

"Interesting!" green bamboo at the foot of the mountain felt more and more cold in his eyes. He slowly came out of his seat and sneered: "in that case, how about we fight first? If we win the king and lose the enemy, we will dissolve the Taekwondo society or get out of the cultural center?"

"I have the same intention!" Suzuki chuanlang smiled and nodded, happily and fearlessly, and said in a relaxed tone: "if you can stand for three minutes, even if I lose, as for the requirements, that is to be a man in the future and don't lose my karate face!"

"Good!"

Although Suzuki chuanlang's overbearing declaration of war attracted an uproar, it was as if they hadn't heard of it. They just moved closer to the center of the challenge arena!