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Early July.

The Qinghua final exam is basically over.

Many students have left school, but the campus is still lively with people coming and going.

Chen Muze and Ruth were walking along the avenue.

"It's holiday, why don't you go back and see your family?" Chen Muze asked Ruth casually.

"I think it's more important to be by your side." Ruth smiled brightly, causing many boys to peep at her.

stunner!

Even though Chen Muze faced Ruth every day, he still sighed secretly.

If this girl traveled back to ancient times, she would definitely be a disaster that would prevent the king from going to court early in the future.

"The Taekwondo Club is performing in Zicao, go and see it!" A boy excitedly called to several classmates.

Zi Cao.

The full name is Bauhinia Playground.

Qinghua University also has two other large playgrounds, namely Dongda Sports Ground and Xida Sports Ground, referred to as Dongcao and Xicao.

Dongcao is close to professional sports venues and often holds events, such as school sports meets.

Xicao is surrounded by a barbed wire fence and has poor openness.

Therefore, Zicao is the favorite playground for Qinghua students. Band performances and club activities are mostly held in Zicao.

"Taekwondo, want to see it?"

Ruth asked Chen Muche.

"it is good."

Chen Muche readily agreed.

The two of them followed the flow of people into the Bauhinia playground.

A platform over one meter high was set up in the middle of the playground.

On the stage, four men and four women were wearing white training uniforms and barefoot. They were shouting, punching and kicking, and their movements were neat and powerful.

The cheers continued.

But the white cloth strips with the Taegeuk flag tied on the foreheads of the eight heads looked a bit abrupt and even dazzling.

Chen Muze frowned at this and thought: It should be an international student from country H.

The eight-person warm-up performance lasted three minutes, and then bowed to the hundreds of people in the audience.

The crowd applauded.

The host came on stage, said a few opening remarks, and finally said loudly: "I would like to invite the honorary head coach of the Taekwondo Club and the Taekwondo master from H country, Mr. Park Jung-woo, to come on stage and speak."

A tough man wearing martial arts uniforms appeared on the stage, with a black belt tied around his waist.

"Is this person very powerful?" Ruth asked Chen Muze in a low voice.

Chen Muze glanced at Park Zhengyu's belt and said: "A seventh-degree black belt, he can barely be considered a real Taekwondo master."

Only those with a seventh-degree black belt or above are recognized as strong in Taekwondo.

Park Zhengyu faced the hundreds of men and women who were watching with arrogance and said: "I am honored to be hired by Qinghua University as the honorary head coach of the Taekwondo Club. It shows that Qinghua University attaches great importance to Taekwondo, the most powerful Eastern Kung Fu."

Although Pu Zhengyu's Chinese pronunciation was a little stiff, he spoke fairly fluently. Some students in the audience were irritated by the second half of his sentence.

Some students curled their lips.

Some students frowned.

In front of many Chinese students, Park Zhengyu described Taekwondo as the most powerful oriental kung fu. Where did he place Chinese kung fu?

"Chinese Kung Fu is more performative, like an acrobatic performance, while our H Taekwondo is more practical, so I say it is the most powerful Eastern Kung Fu."

Park Zhengyu added another sentence.

The audience booed.

The host standing aside was also a little embarrassed.

The dozen or so Taekwondo club men and women with cloth strips on their heads gathered on one side of the stage, frowning and looking around at the restless crowd.

There was anger in Park Zhengyu's eyes, and he said loudly: "If anyone thinks that what I said is wrong, you can go on stage to challenge me and knock me down. Then I take back what I said before."

The crowd of onlookers was even more noisy.

"It's raining, stop looking!"

A boy yelled.

People looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds were indeed spreading in the sky, covering most of the sky, and raindrops were falling.

"gone!"

"gone!"

Cries came and went.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Chen Muze and Ruth also turned to leave.

At this juncture, a boy stepped forward and said, "I will compete with you!"

The men and women who had dispersed stopped one after another and looked in search of the sound.

The boys came on stage and faced Park Jung Woo.

"you are?"

Park Zhengyu looked at the burly boy coldly.

"Chinese kung fu lovers!" the boy said, slapping his chest.

Many people in the audience applauded.

Park Zhengyu showed disdain, raised his right hand, and curled his fingers at the boy.

"The wonderful discussion has begun, I hope both parties will stop clicking..." The host quickly interrupted with a smile, which was a tactful reminder to Park Zhengyu not to be too harsh.

"Let me show you what is the most powerful Kung Fu in the East!" The boy was young and energetic, before he finished speaking, he rushed towards Pu Zhengyu.

In an instant, the boy struck out with three punches and two kicks, with swift and fierce moves.

This boy's kung fu skills are not bad.

The students in the audience applauded.

Chen Muze not only did not applaud, but also frowned slightly. Others could not see the boy's strength, but he could.

This boy is definitely no match for Park Zhengyu. If he fights him on impulse or because of his youth, he is asking for humiliation and even discredits Chinese Kung Fu in disguise.

Park Zhengyu easily blocked a series of attacks from the boy with one hand, and the force of the counterattack caused by the last block made the boy fall back.

Park Zhengyu counterattacked and performed a standard tornado kick, which in Taekwondo terminology is called a 360-degree turning kick.

The boy who was retreating hurriedly raised his hand to block the blow, but the explosive power of Park Zhengyu's blow was beyond the boy's imagination.

The boy flew out diagonally and fell to the audience.

When Chen Muze saw the boy falling towards his position, he took action to catch the boy.

More than a dozen men and women in the Taekwondo club ignored the people around them and jumped to their feet and cheered, while hundreds of students who had previously applauded the boys fell silent.

At this moment, the boy who was being supported by Chen Muze had a pale face and clenched his teeth, seemingly enduring the pain.

Chen Muze gently pinched the boy's right forearm.

The boy cried out, the severe pain spurring him to tears.

"Your right arm is broken, don't move around." Chen Muze slowly put down the boy's right arm as he spoke, and then asked him to sit on the ground.

"I'm going to call the doctor."

A girl left in a hurry while talking.

First, call the medical staff to fix the fracture of the boy's right arm before going to the hospital. This can avoid secondary injuries when he is sent to the hospital.

"Isn't it too harsh?"

Chen Muze stared coldly at Park Zhengyu who was standing on the stage.

"I didn't expect him to be so fragile and that Chinese Kung Fu was so weak." Park Zhengyu spread his hands, seemingly helpless.

Instead of apologizing, they continued to provoke.

Many students glared at Park Jung Woo.

In the eyes of Park Zhengyu and the men and women in the Taekwondo Club, these angry Chinese students present could not afford to lose.

They are proud and contemptuous of the four to five hundred Chinese students.

"I hurt you on purpose, but you have this attitude, bastard!" a girl said angrily, and threw the half-drunk milk tea in her hand at Park Zhengyu.

Park Zhengyu turned around and threw his high whip leg, kicking the paper cup of milk tea into pieces. The half cup of milk tea turned into countless water droplets, flying down to the crowd in the audience.

"Hit him!"

"beat!"

Many students lost control of their emotions and wanted to throw things on the stage.

"Calm down everyone!"

Chen Muze shouted, and the invisible pressure spread with his voice. Hundreds of students were trembling with fear and instantly calmed down.

The shouting, cursing, and noise also stopped abruptly.

"Apologize!"

Chen Muche stared at Park Zhengyu.

"He is too weak, why should I apologize?" Park Zhengyu looked down on Chen Muze with condescension and pride, and said: "It's ridiculous for a strong person to apologize to a weak person."