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Taekwondo ranks are divided into 1st to 9th dan and honorary 10th dan, and the belt color is uniformly black. ♦♦  ♦♦

For example, the minimum threshold for being a coach is a black belt. Those professional athletes and Taekwondo masters are also black belts, so this rank is very deep.

Black belts of 1st to 3rd dan are called deputy teachers, 4th to 6th dan are called teachers, and only those who are 4th dan or above and reach the age of 21 are eligible to apply for international coaches, international referees, and are eligible to serve as the director or head coach of a dojo.

7th to 8th dan are called teachers, and 9th to 10th dan are called teachers.

However, this thing is not that the higher the rank, the more powerful it is, because after reaching the first rank, you need to wait for a year to take the second rank exam. Similarly, you need to stay in the second rank for two years to take the third rank exam, and stay in the third rank for three years. In this way, the higher the rank, the older you are basically.

Therefore, the high rank of Taekwondo black belt is basically not related to strength, but more like a symbol of honor.

The Korean who came on the field at this time is a black belt of the third dan, which means that he has been a black belt for at least three years.

Wang Ming is 182cm tall and weighs 78kg. He is a relatively muscular person, but the Korean is still half a head taller than him, and is estimated to be 1.9 meters tall.

This is also a rare type of physical talent among Koreans.

Because both sides practice different fighting styles, there are not too many rules and restrictions. Except for some basic restrictions such as not hitting vital points and not continuing to attack after knocking down the opponent, the rest depends on free play, so there is naturally no weight limit.

Not long after the fight started, Wang Ming felt tired. It is obvious that these Koreans came prepared.

Let's not compare the fighting skills of the two for the time being. In terms of body alone, he has a considerable disadvantage.

The Korean's legs are longer than his. Taekwondo is best at leg attacks, so he can't get close to him after a few sweeps and kicks, and can only passively take the beating.

After being kicked several times, he finally found a close opportunity and suddenly hit the Korean man's abdomen twice, making him sweat.

But he himself was left wide open and was kicked hard. He fell to the ground and basically lost his ability to fight.

After finding that he had no hope of winning, this was the only way he could think of in a short period of time.

Otherwise, he would be slowly worn out by the opponent and lose his ability to fight, while the opponent would basically have no effect except for losing a little physical strength and could continue to fight.

The first match was decided. Li Yuanhao, who was sitting in the middle of the crowd, had his eyelids drooped slightly, and obviously had no desire to comment.

After a short break, the Taekwondo Hall still sent the tall black belt third-degree player to fight.

And Hunyuan Martial Arts Hall directly sent their head coach, Wu Song.

There was no way. If he kept hiding and replaced someone else, the result would be the same as before, or even worse. It would be embarrassing to be beaten twice by a Taekwondo coach with no reputation.

Although the final result of this challenge may not be ideal, it cannot be too ugly.

As soon as Wu Song came on the court, he performed very fiercely. Perhaps it was because of tactical needs, or perhaps it was because he wanted to save some face for the martial arts hall. He basically adopted a fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries.

Such a fight finally attracted Li Yuanhao's attention. He looked up for a few times, but after a moment he shook his head and said:

"Too many moves and routines, not enough speed and strength!"

After a full round of three minutes, the tall Taekwondo player wiped the sweat from his head with a grin, and finally waved his hand to choose to give up.

He is just a coach, who gets a salary every month, and he will not fight with Wu Song.

What's more, he is just a leader, and there are two more behind him, so he doesn't need to be the only one.

Hunyuan Martial Arts Hall finally won back a round, which also eased the atmosphere on the scene a lot.

But this was only a superficial easing. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the main force of the Hunyuan Martial Arts School had been sent out, and they had consumed a lot of physical strength, but they had not yet touched the bottom of the opponent.

"Brother, let me play in the next game. The battle just now also made me excited."

A boy who looked quite young, even a little like an underage boy behind Li Yuanhao, jumped up from the ground excitedly and planned to play.

Originally, the next player arranged by the Taekwondo Hall was not him, but as soon as he opened his mouth, none of the other Taekwondo Hall leaders dared to refute, but turned their eyes to Li Yuanhao.

Li Yuanhao looked at his junior brother helplessly and whispered:

"If you want to play, then go and have fun, but remember not to get too excited and don't hit too hard."

The reason why he was not worried about the possibility of his junior brother losing was because they were not in the same training system at all.

Although they practiced the same thing as the people in the Taekwondo gym, one was mainly for performance, recruiting students and selling classes, while they were mainly for the athlete system, competition and confrontation.

As professional Taekwondo athletes, although they were not well-known players, they were a pure dimensionality reduction attack against the group of martial arts gym owners.

Although this junior brother was only seventeen years old, he had received systematic training for nearly ten years, and he could not think of how to lose.

But from this point, it is enough to see that these Koreans have no martial ethics at all. They all run martial arts schools, and you just bring professional players to challenge them.

Wu Song looked at the extremely excited Taekwondo player in front of him. Although he was young and his height and body were even worse than his, the pressure he could feel was no less than before.

For some reason, when he saw this player, he was reminded of Li Ang.

Choi Jung-gi hooked his finger at him, signaling him to take action first.

Wu Song was also not vague. He knew that his chances of attack might not be many. He took a step forward and swung his big arm with a snap, but this time he missed.

Choi Jung-gi just took a step back and just got stuck in the limit of his attack.

Just this one time, he immediately felt the gap.

This is the sense of distance of professional players. Many amateur players may not be able to touch the corner of the professional players' clothes after a bunch of cuckold punches.

It seems that he is very interested in the palm that Wu Song just used, and Choi Jung-gi signaled him to attack again.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

But the result was the same. Choi Jung-gi dodged the attacks nimbly.

"Hey! Jung-gi, stop playing around and end the fight."

Li Yuanhao couldn't stand it anymore and urged him.