i'm a superstar

Chapter 57 Curator, are you okay!how do you feel?
There seemed to be a strong fighting spirit suddenly overflowing from the scene, and the watching crowd jumped up immediately, and saw two figures standing opposite each other, one sluggish and restful, while the other was waiting for the battle, with a solemn expression, ready to go.

The next moment, only a loud shout was heard, and Andrew moved, strode forward, and rushed out at extreme speed.

drink!There was another groan, he bounced his feet to the ground, jumped up high, and then attacked Zhang Han's chest with one leg.

call!At the sound of the wind, Zhang Han remained motionless, his eyes narrowed, and his eyes locked on the sudden attacking kick.

puff!Calcium carbide sparks, he suddenly moved, and his hands stretched out with lightning, shockingly, he forcibly blocked the swift and imminent kick.

next moment!Zhang Han moved, a playful smile escaped from the corner of his mouth, and he lifted his arms violently, and Andrew flew away amidst an exclamation.

puff!This kick was so strong that Andrew soared into the air, flew a long distance, and slammed his back hard on the ground.

ah!Andrew screamed out, almost fell so hard that his eyes went black for a while.

"How? Mr. Andrew!"

Seeing only one round, the eighth-degree black belt in Taekwondo was beaten to the ground, and it was difficult to get up for a long time. Zhang Han almost burst into laughter, not without irony.

"Beautiful fists and embroidered legs!" He sighed inwardly, "You're looking for death, you think you're making a movie! Come up and play high kicks for me!"

Zhang Han knows that the real martial arts competition is not a performance, the most taboo thing is to leave the ground with your feet off the ground. Martial arts actual combat is not a martial arts novel. , basically must fail.

"Are you still coming?"

Zhang Han said, but he was thinking to himself, this guy still has an eighth-degree black belt!Why can't I help but beat him up so much.

But at this time, the scene was a little dead silent. This group of students never imagined that the curator, who was usually high in their eyes, would be so vulnerable!

"Zhang, you are too violent, I like it, I have decided not to practice Taekwondo, it is too LOW!"

Balotelli laughed and said, his eyes are so wonderful, for a while Zhang Han stood quietly and proudly, and for a while he looked at Andrew who couldn't stand him.

This was a great loss of face. Andrew lay on the ground, his body shaking, his face flushed from holding back, feeling that his self-esteem had been greatly humiliated, so he raised his head awkwardly and pulled him up from the ground.

This time, at the start of the second round, Andrew didn't dare to be careless. In fact, Zhang Han's shots were not too heavy. After all, it was a competition, not a life-and-death struggle, so he still held back his hands.

Andrew was not an idiot either. He made a mistake of underestimating the enemy, and immediately knew that he had met a formidable enemy and a real martial arts master. Therefore, he did not dare to underestimate the enemy.

He shouted, jumped up and down, moved flexibly, and launched an attack on Zhang Han who was standing still.

The figure flickered, the foot made a wrong step, the Korean gave an illusory side kick, and then punched Zhang Han under his armpit, which was a left uppercut.

Pong!
Two explosions sounded at the same time, but Zhang Han stood motionless as a mountain. He received a heavy punch from his opponent, but at the same time kicked him out. Then, tragedy happened.

Amidst the screams, Andrew, who had been kicked in the abdomen, flew out again.

He flew several meters away and fell hard to the ground, but this time it was a little different, it was the dog lying on the ground.

However, fortunately, there was a mat on the field, otherwise it would be a genius not to be seriously injured by the fall.

"Another move! Did the coach get sick today? Why can't he help himself?"

A female student stuck out her tongue and said, "Why does it feel like it hurts?" She shrank back, as if she was the one who was beaten.

"Curator, are you okay! How do you feel?"

All the coaches stepped forward one after another, helped Andrew up, and asked in their mouths. They were a little excited and seemed to be irritated.

And at this moment, Andrew was determined to die. He originally thought about lying on the ground and pretending to be unconscious, but because he was ashamed and thrown to his grandma's house, he could simply be lazy, but he couldn't die because of these incomprehensible people. The coach under him became hungry.

"That guy is simply a pervert, okay? The muscles all over his body are like iron blocks, and his left hand was almost broken."

"Such a powerful explosive power and amazing reaction speed, how can you fight like this!"

Andrew was about to cry, this guy is a humanoid tank, enough to crush himself, he wants to beat you, he thought to himself, but for the sake of the dignity of Taekwondo, he could only hold on.

Another round of fighting broke out, which was extremely fierce, but Zhang Han fought very simply and rudely, he didn't even bother to move his position, just punch for punch, kick for kick, but Andrew almost wanted to die when he beat him straight .

"Forget it! Andrew! This is the end of today's competition!"

Big Ibrahimovic's face was ugly, after all, both of them were his friends, if something happened, it would be extremely ugly on his face.

Andrew was so excited that he was about to cry, Zlatan!I love you so much, why did you come here? This is his heartfelt voice at this moment.

"How do you feel? My friend!" Zhang Han snickered in his heart, but he still strode over and said with a warm smile.

"I want to challenge you, please accept my challenge!"

But I never thought that the Korean coaches quit at that time, standing upright one by one, and said to Zhang Han with eyes full of anger.

"Retire! Mr. Zhang Han, you are a real master of martial arts. It is really admirable for you to be able to compete with a master like you."

Andrew said respectfully.

"Discussion! Discussion! I was also lucky, and I got a tie with the curator, which made everyone laugh."

Of course Zhang Han could see that Andrew still looked down on him in his bones, so he smiled sincerely, helped him up, and continued: "How about we fight for a few more rounds, and today we meet each other, I really played very well It's fun."

"What? Come again!" Hearing Zhang Han's pure English, Andrew almost went limp and fell to the ground.

"Zhang, forget it! Let's compete another day, we haven't practiced yet today!" Big Ibrahimovic gave Zhang Han a wink, and seemed to understand at this moment that those people are the real tough guys and the real friends worth making.

The crowd dispersed, and Zhang Han finally understood why Ibrahimovic had so many unimaginable shots when Zheng'er Bajing started his taekwondo training.

Although compared to formal martial arts, Taekwondo may be regarded as a beautiful boxing and embroidered legs, but it's just good-looking, but when it comes to the use of legs, it is definitely top-notch.

Of course, Ibrahimovic planned to fight him, but it is difficult to think of it now, even Andrew, who has a black belt of eighth degree, can only be abused, he should save it!
However, Big Ibrahimovic is a six-dan master after all, and it is more than enough to teach Zhang Han and Balotelli the basic movements.

Therefore, Zhang Han and Balotelli practiced the basic kicking movements with Ibrahimovic.

"Congratulations, master! The scorpion tail wagging skill is activated, and at the same time, I get a system training master - Zlatan Ibrahimovic!"

At this moment, Anna's soft voice suddenly sounded in his head, and Zhang Han was overjoyed when he heard it. The purpose of this training was finally achieved, and he obtained Ibrahimovic's scorpion tail wagging skill.

(End of this chapter)