Restart your life and dominate the global economy

Chen Muze's strength was beyond human comprehension. He only stretched out two fingers to hold the giant sword that was slashing towards his throat.

The ancient sword that turned into a shadow immediately froze and revealed its true form.

The young man in white tried his best to use his killing move, but could not make any further progress. He had no choice but to draw his sword, but he could not draw it out.

The giant tower in his hand seemed to be welded to death between Chen Muze's fingers.

"Too weak."

Chen Muze smiled casually.

The already impatient young man in white shouted loudly when he was stimulated. He pulled the hilt of the sword hard, used the force to fly up into the air, bent his knees and slammed into Chen Muze's chest.

Chen Muze curled his lips in disapproval and raised the hand holding the giant sword high. Yin Ziheng, whose knees had not yet touched the man's body, flew more than ten meters with the giant sword that he was holding tightly.

He fell towards the young man in white in the crowd, stepped on the top of a boy's head with his toes, and then flew back to the stage with the help of his strength.

The two faced off again.

The young man in white no longer had the pride and calmness he had when he first faced Chen Muze. Holding a long sword in his hand, he gritted his teeth and glared at Chen Muze.

At this time, Park Zhengyu came back to his senses and rubbed his eyes to confirm whether the incredible scenes he just saw were hallucinations.

"Head coach, this, is this real Chinese Kung Fu?"

An international student from country H in the Taekwondo Club asked Park Jung Woo stammeringly.

Park Zhengyu was speechless.

Another international student from country H subconsciously said: "Not necessarily, it may be the lost kung fu of our country H in ancient times."

shameless!

Standing with a group of men and women from the Taekwondo club, the publicity committee member of the Federation of Students who served as the host of the event couldn't help but curse.

On the stage, the young man in white gritted his teeth and gathered strength.

"Junior brother..." the old man said, trying to persuade him to stop fighting. The difference in strength was too great, and continuing to fight would only lead to more humiliation.

"Shut up, you don't have to worry about it!" The young man in white roared uncontrollably.

Ever since I was a child, I have never been bullied like this. It is really unbearable.

He raised his sword and rushed towards Chen Muze again, and flew out again. This time he failed to use the force to fly back to the stage and fell to the ground unable to get up.

"what……"

The young man in white roared and continued to rush onto the stage.

He rushed up and fell down again and again until the young man in white was exhausted.

The old man was heartbroken when he saw his junior brother who was bleeding from the mouth and nose and couldn't get up. He wanted to help him.

The young man in white gritted his teeth and pushed the old man away stubbornly.

Chen Muze stood in the audience and looked at the young man in white coldly.

The confidence and pride of the young man in white were replaced by humiliation and resentment. He didn't think about anything but wanted to kill Chen Muze.

However, he was at the end of his strength and was unable to fight anymore. He got up several times, but finally fell to the ground, and the priceless giant sword fell aside.

Chen Muze stepped down from the stage, walked slowly to the young man in white, bent down to pick up the giant sword, turned over and over to examine the legendary magic weapon, and said it was a pity.

"Don't be so arrogant about your mother, you're going to kill me if you dare!" The young man in white glared at Chen Muche. He was teased, ridiculed and had his dignity trampled on. To him, life was worse than death.

"A man can bend and stretch, but people like you often die young." As Chen Muze spoke, the tip of the giant sword in his hand pressed against the carotid artery of the young man in white.

"Don't!"

The old man was anxious, and his steps were like walking through mud, but extremely fast. He grabbed Chen Muze's sword with one hand, and stretched out his other hand, pressing it towards Chen Muze's heart.

Cloud-dispelling hand.

Martial arts that have been lost for three hundred years.

The momentum is feminine and the force is strong.

Coupled with the fact that the old man was in a hurry and used his lifelong cultivation to perform it, it was a shocking blow.

Chen Muze still didn't dodge or move, and he faced this powerful Yun Pai hand that could crack open monuments and rocks, and he was unharmed.

Then he puffed up his chest slightly, and the old man who had no time to stop was sent flying, flying over the heads of the crowd and falling to the ground.

The man and woman standing in the rain turned around in shock to look at the old man who flew out.

The old man flew more than thirty meters.

To them, it's unbelievable.

The old man, whose internal organs were injured by the Gang Qi, felt his blood surging. He couldn't help but spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and got up with difficulty, but he did not hate Chen Muze because he knew very well that Chen Muze was merciful.

"Take him away."

Chen Muze raised his hand and threw the giant sword.

The long sword flew in the rain and fell into the old man's hand.

The old man, who thought he would lose this sword, couldn't help but be grateful to Chen Muche, bowed deeply and said: "Actually, my junior brother and I are here to invite you..."

"Is this a please?"

Chen Muze was happy, then turned to look at the people in the Taekwondo Club.

More than a dozen men and women suddenly became nervous. Park Zhengyu's expression was the most exciting, with fear, shock, and embarrassment intertwined on his face.

"Chinese Kung Fu is the most powerful Kung Fu in the world." Chen Muze said tepidly.

On the other side, medical staff arrived with umbrellas and fixed the right forearm of the boy who was initially injured.

"Go apologize."

Chen Muze almost ordered Park Zhengyu.

Park Zhengyu stood up after a slight hesitation, came to the boy who was injured by him, and said perfunctorily, "I'm sorry."

"Do you think his apology is sincere?"

Chen Muze asked the men and women present loudly.

"no!"

Hundreds of people said in unison.

Only a few international students from country H remained silent.

Pu Zhengyu had no choice but to bow and said: "I'm sorry!"

"No, it's nothing. As long as you realize that our Chinese Kung Fu is the strongest, it's OK." The injured boy was very generous.

In Chen Muche's opinion, this boy and even most Chinese people are too kind-hearted under the influence of Confucian civilization.

In this world of the jungle, it is often the kind people who are bullied.

"You belittled Chinese Kung Fu before, and then apologize to every Chinese here." Chen Muze ordered Pu Zhengyu again.

"Apologize!"

"Apologize!"

"Apologize!"

Four to five hundred people shouted.

Pu Zhengyu's face turned extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth, turned around and said to Chen Muze: "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated."

"We are Big H citizens!"

A boy from the Taekwondo club spoke up and stood firmly beside Park Zhengyu.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen men and women from the Taekwondo Club and other international students from Country H, twenty or thirty people gathered around Park Zhengyu and glared at Chen Muze.

They believed that no matter how powerful Chen Muze's kung fu was, it was impossible to kill them.

The Chinese students present had to admit that the urinary behavior of the H people was really helpless.

"Then don't blame me for being cruel."

Chen Muze's cold gaze swept across the twenty or thirty people headed by Pu Zhengyu.

Ruth, who had an umbrella at some point, walked to Chen Muze and shielded Chen Muze from the raindrops.

Chen Muze glanced at Ruth with a smile.

Ruth held Chen Muze's arm and did not persuade Chen Muze to calm down, but stood firmly with Chen Muze.

The person she loves, no matter what he does, even if he is the enemy of the whole world, she will stay with him wholeheartedly.

Chen Muze slowly raised his right hand, level with his chest, with the palm facing up as if to grab something. With him as the center, within a radius of almost five meters, the raindrops falling from the sky converged on his right hand, and soon condensed into a ball as big as a football. water polo.