I practiced in the United States

After Li Yuanhao urged him, Choi Jung-gi also started to attack actively.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

Three consecutive kicks, Choi Jung-gi kicked Wu Song's legs, waist, and head.

And the speed of each kick was just right, just stuck in the interval where Wu Song could not dodge, but had time to defend.

Although the weight of this young Korean was much smaller than that of the previous one, Wu Song could feel that each kick was heavier than that of the previous one, and his strength showed no signs of weakening, and was even increasing.

If he hadn't worn protective gear, Wu Song estimated that the skin on his thigh would have started to bleed.

Wu Song, who had been in a passive attack, finally found an opportunity. After resisting his kick, he hugged his thigh directly, and with his other foot, he kicked him heavily to the ground.

"You foul!"

Choi Jung-gi was lying on the ground, and after he subconsciously said it in Korean, he remembered that this was not a Taekwondo match, and this behavior was not a foul at all.

In formal competitions, players can only use their feet below the ankle joint to attack or their fists to attack head-on.

Grabbing, hugging, pushing, etc. are all fouls.

So this time, Wu Song also seized the opportunity that he had always been accustomed to fighting within the rules, and suddenly attacked, achieving unexpected results.

Li Yuanhao frowned slightly when he looked at the little junior brother who fell to the ground. In fact, he did not intend to let the little junior brother participate in the challenge from the beginning. Although this kind of battle with chaotic rules is helpful for his combat awareness, it is harmful in formal competition technology.

This fall to the ground with a dirty face also angered Cui Zhongji.

If he really gets serious, Wu Song is indeed not as good as him in terms of hard power. Whether it is the strength of the attack, the flexibility of dodging, or the speed of the movement, he is stronger than him. He can hold on for so long, purely because of his combat experience and willpower.

"Bang!"

Cui Zhongji ended the battle with a gorgeous flying 360° rotating side kick when Wu Song was stiff after being kicked.

Wu Song lay on the ring, breathing heavily. It would be a relief for him to end it as soon as possible.

"Do you have anyone else in your martial arts school?"

After seeing Wu Song's strength, the manager of the Taekwondo gym estimated that it was unlikely that there would be anyone stronger than him in this martial arts gym.

He ran out proudly to ask in a pickled English.

"Of course there are people. We have the most capable coach, but he is not here now."

"Yes, if Coach Li was here, would you still be so arrogant now?"

Wu Song, who was slumped in the chair, shook his head slightly. Other coaches didn't know, but he knew that Li Ang had been fired from his own martial arts gym.

If it were him, it would be unlikely that he would come back to help under such circumstances.

The people on the opposite side were totally disdainful of this statement and laughed at it:

"Who doesn't talk big? If he was strong enough, he wouldn't have to hide today."

"I say, can a contestant who is not present be called a contestant?"

"You'd better send a coach up quickly, otherwise I will regard you as admitting defeat."

At this moment, Yan Tianqi, who disappeared quietly at some point, also came over while wiping his sweat and trotting.

"We do have another coach in our martial arts hall, but he was delayed by something and will be here soon."

In fact, when the first coach was at a disadvantage, he completely gave up the fantasy of winning and slipped out to make a phone call.

But the good news is that Li Ang is in the city and not too far from here, but the bad news is that Li Ang doesn't fall for it.

"Hey, Director Yan, you don't have to use moral kidnapping on me, right? This is America, who would tell you that?"

Li Ang on the other end of the phone was speechless about the apology, the pity, and the Chinese martial arts that cannot lose to the Koreans.

If he had resigned on his own, he would have helped him if he had time now, after all, Mr. Hua had coached him several times, and he had used several bottles of medicinal wine.

But since he was fired, it means that the personal relationship between them has been severed. Although there is no hatred, it is definitely not a relationship that can be called for help with a phone call.

Seeing that he was about to open the video, kneeling down to him was useless, Yan Tianqi was as anxious as a person with diarrhea and couldn't find a toilet.

In a hurry, he suddenly thought of the videos and live broadcasts of Li Ang that he had watched recently. Last time, he laughed at Li Ang for only wanting to make money.

"Master Li, I am willing to pay you an appearance fee. At most, we will fight one or two games today."

Wouldn't you have said this earlier? It's useless to do so many old things. It's a waste of time, Li Ang thought to himself, and asked:

"How much do you want?"

Yan Tianqi was happy, thinking that there was indeed a chance, and immediately quoted:

"Five thousand, how about five thousand dollars?"

But there was no response from the other end of the phone for three or four seconds. He gritted his teeth and increased the number to ten thousand.

"Ten thousand dollars, just two games, and it will be over soon, how about it?"

"Okay, I'll take it and I'll be there right away."

Li Ang was originally calculating in his mind, if he could finish the fight in five minutes with a five thousand dollar appearance fee, how much would his hourly wage be, and then add in the gas cost for driving there, whether this remuneration could match his current worth.

Who knew that within a few seconds, the price would double.

He knew that if he bargained again, the number could be raised, but that would be a bit of a robbery, so it was not necessary.

"Honey, are you going out? But my food is coming soon."

The person who spoke was Katina, who was sitting opposite him with her hands on her face.

Originally, he was going to go home after shopping, but he happened to run into Katina who was also shopping, and the two of them happened to have lunch together.

Li Ang called the waiter and asked:

"How long will it take for our dishes to be served?"

"Hello, sir. It will take about 20 minutes. There are a lot of people here at noon today. I am really sorry."

"Twenty minutes."

Li Ang estimated in his mind, then turned to Katina and said:

"I will go out to earn some extra money. Don't worry, I will be back before the dishes are served."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

In the quiet martial arts hall, the Koreans looked at the time impatiently and asked:

"How long will it take for your coach to come? Our time is very precious."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the martial arts hall suddenly rang with the roar of a sports car from far to near.