My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

Huaxia's martial arts is also the originator of Asian martial arts. Now these students, who learn martial arts, can still be bullied by taekwondo learners. This is too miserable.

"Then go and have a look."

Anyway, there is plenty of time now, so it doesn't hurt to go and have a look.

Under the leadership of Xu Zixuan, the three of them walked towards the Guoshu club.

Not long after the three of them left, Meng Yu ran over out of breath, and asked a younger brother, "Where are they?"

"He went in the direction of the Guoshu Club." A younger brother said.

"Guoshu Club?"

Meng Yu was startled when he heard the words, and then sneered: "Let's go to the Guoshu club."

As soon as the three of Ye Chen and the others walked into the gate of the Guoshu Club, they heard a burst of mocking from inside.

"Is there no one in your Guoshu Club who can fight?"

A young man in a white Taoist uniform stood on the stage, looked at the members of the Guoshu Club who were lying on the ground with disdain, and said with disdain: "It seems that your Chinese martial arts are just like this? It's not as good as ours in Korea." Taekwondo is very powerful."

Xu Zixuan frowned slightly when she heard the words, and said coldly, "Who is this, what a big tone."

"That's right, it's too arrogant."

Although she doesn't know martial arts, anyone who hears outsiders laughing at Huaxia's martial arts will be angry.

"This is a foreign aid invited by the Taekwondo Club. It is said that it is at the level of a black belt. It is extremely arrogant."

A boy next to them said casually, looked back subconsciously, and immediately stayed where he was.

All the students watching the ring competition stared angrily at the arrogant boy on the stage.

"Jin Zhehao, don't be too arrogant."

"It's really deceiving, President Li, hurry up and teach him a lesson, let him know how good we are."

Amidst the shouts of the crowd, a burly boy with a square face stepped onto the ring.

"Are you the president of the Guoshu Club?"

Jin Zhehao looked at Li Meng with disdain and said.

"That's right, I am Li Meng, the president of the Guoshu Society." Li Meng said.

"A mere martial art club dares to stand shoulder to shoulder with my taekwondo club. When I defeat you, it will let others know that my taekwondo is the most powerful kung fu."

There was an arrogant smile on Jin Zhehao's face, his expression was extremely arrogant.

Li Meng's face changed slightly, he was not a good-tempered person, and immediately snorted angrily: "You are not afraid of Feng Da's tongue flashing, no one can speak big words, I am afraid that you don't have the strength."

Jin Zhehao's face darkened, he snorted coldly, and made a gesture of raising his hands.

Li Meng's expression was also a little dignified, with a vigilant look on his face. This Korean is quite strong, and he also needs to be careful in dealing with it. Things like gutter overturning must not happen to him.

Otherwise, the reputation of his Guoshu club will be ruined, and he cannot bear this responsibility.

With a loud shout, Jin Zhehao took the lead and kicked Li Meng with one step.

Li Meng backed away slightly to avoid the blow, then flung himself up and threw a punch, and the two fought back and forth.

"Ye Chen, who do you think will win?"

Xu Zixuan's heart skipped a beat when she saw it, she touched Ye Chen beside her, and asked in a low voice.

"As expected, President Li should win."

Ye Chen glanced at them casually, and he knew their strength.

The strength of that South Korean stick is inferior to that of Li Meng, but the South Korean stick is good at attacking, and Li Meng plays a little conservatively, so the two of them will fight back and forth.

But obviously that stick is a little arrogant, wanting to end the battle as soon as possible, the action is to fight faster and faster,

The more they fought, the more fierce they became.

But he will make mistakes soon, and his basic skills are not as solid as Li Meng's, so he will easily be seized by his opponent.

At this moment, there was an exclamation from the surrounding students. Li Meng caught Jin Zhehao's mistake and punched him to the ground.

"My Huaxia's martial arts are not something that people like you can insult at will."

Li Meng sneered and said lightly.

"President Li won."

"Sure enough, you are worthy of being the president of the Guoshu club, it's awesome."

The students onlookers cheered, Li Meng smiled slightly, and was about to turn around and step off the stage.

Jin Zhehao's face was gloomy, and he stared at Li Meng fiercely, with a venomous look in his eyes, taking advantage of the moment Li Meng turned around, he stood up instantly, and punched Li Meng in the back.

"Be careful." Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

Li Meng was stunned for a moment, turned around in some doubts, and felt a strong wind instantly, Jin Zhehao, who had fallen on the ground, appeared in front of him and punched him.

Li Meng's expression changed, but he couldn't react anymore, and was punched in the chest.

Li Meng's blood fluctuated with this punch, and he couldn't help taking a few steps back.

A stern look flashed in Jin Zhehao's eyes, he jumped up suddenly, and kicked Li Meng in the chest.

With a bang, Li Meng's body was kicked off the ring, and a bloodstain appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't that what national art is all about?"

Jin Zhehao sneered and said disdainfully.

"Despicable and shameless, you actually attacked."

"Where did this sinister villain come from?"

There was a burst of cursing from the crowd, especially the members of the Guoshu Club, all of them stared at Jin Zhehao with red eyes.

"Skills are not as good as people's. There is so much nonsense. What kind of national art is your martial arts. Compared with our Taekwondo, it is far behind."

Jin Zhehao sneered: "If you are not convinced, just go on stage, and I will accompany you at any time."

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

It's okay to ask them to cheer, go on stage and fight with Jin Zhehao?

President Li was overthrown by him, who dared to go up and get beaten.

"Despicable and shameless."

Li Meng's face was pale, and he coughed violently in anger, and there were bursts of severe pain in his chest.

Jin Zhehao's hands were very ruthless, and Li Meng was severely injured. It is estimated that he will not recover if he does not lie on the bed for a few days.

"President, don't move, take a good rest."

The member of the Guoshu Club who supported him said anxiously.

"No, if a Korean picks up our club, how can I explain to my predecessors that my club's reputation for so many years cannot be ruined by me."

Li Meng gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and stood up.

"President, you are injured so badly, you are no match for him if you go up."

A member of the Guoshu club said anxiously.

"President, why don't I go up."

One member gritted his teeth and said.

"No, your strength is too far behind him. You are not his opponent at all. Only I can compete."

Li Meng took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"It seems that the people in your martial arts club are all crooked, why don't you all join my taekwondo club, this martial arts is so weak, it doesn't matter if you don't practice it."

Jin Zhehao's attitude was extremely arrogant, and he looked at the members of the martial arts club with disdain.

Li Meng gritted his teeth, and was about to force himself to go up, but Ye Chen couldn't stand it anymore, and a faint voice came over.

"The art of the barbarians is trying to compare with my Chinese national art? The light of the firefly, dare to compete with the bright moon?" (To be continued)