The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

Tang Zheng's next attack was so fast that it was dizzying. I saw shadows of fists flying, and Kyle's chest, abdomen, and head were hit one after another, and the sound of pain breaking could be heard endlessly. Legacy dead net Pisu's

Finally, with a loud bang, Kyle hit the hood of a car, the hood dented rapidly, and white smoke rose.

At this moment, the screams suddenly sounded, and those foreign fighters shot towards Tang Zheng as if springs were installed on the soles of their feet, glaring angrily: "How dare you hurt someone?"

Everyone is an expert, so there is no need to check. They also know how serious Kyle's injury is. This person has really been abolished. In the future, his combat effectiveness will not be as good as that of ordinary people, and he is very likely to be disabled.

Tang Zheng stood proudly, under the watchful eyes of tigers and all the enemies around him, he didn't show the slightest timidity. Instead, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Do you want to fight right here? I'll accompany you."

Several boxers were eager to try, but they didn't dare to attack rashly. Just now, Tang Zheng's lightning attack had made them understand that Tang Zheng was by no means flamboyant, but had truly powerful strength.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, Yu Zhankui came out, and a large number of journalists also rushed out after hearing the news.

Seeing this tense situation, the reporters were quite excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. They raised their cameras one after another and pointed at the parties involved.

Yu Zhankui's face was gloomy, and he scanned a book of "reading" novels full of scars. He glanced at Kyle, who was dying, and then turned his head to stare at Tang Zheng, his eyes almost bursting into flames.

He didn't expect that Tang Zheng would be so bold, dare to strike in front of so many people, and strike so hard, directly destroying Kyle.

"Tang Zheng, do you know what you are doing?" Yu Zhankui had already planned that no matter how Tang Zheng responded, the Martial Arts Association would save face, but Tang Zheng disrupted the rhythm.

Tang Zheng said frankly: "Of course I know that this person not only speaks rudely, insults our country and our people, but also dares to do something to our compatriots. Does he think this is a hundred years ago? Huaxia let them bully?"

Tang Zheng's words were resounding, and immediately aroused the sympathy of many people, who all shouted loudly: "We will not allow them to bully us, if they dare to bully us, we will beat them all over the place and drive them back to his grandma's house."

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense. These are distinguished guests specially invited by our martial arts association to participate in the martial arts conference, and they are extremely qualified people. How could it be like what you said." Yu Zhankui spared no effort to defend the Westerners.

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We didn't say anything at all, it was all because of this person who shot wantonly and injured Kyle. He must be held responsible and severely punished. "Westerners are not stupid, and immediately echoed.

Seeing the other party's clumsy praise, Tang Zheng laughed disdainfully: "Don't you feel ashamed and blushing when you lie like this under the eyes of everyone?"

"Yes, it's too shameless. We are not blind and deaf. We will never forget what you did just now. We will always remember your insult to this country and people."

The crowd was excited, and this scene was recorded by the camera, and Tang Zheng's loud questioning was unreservedly recorded.

When Yu Zhankui saw this, his heart trembled. If this matter goes wrong, then his interests will be lost, and all previous efforts will be in vain, so he shouted in a deep voice: "Shut up, we are a guest from afar, we Huaxia We are a hospitable nation, how can we neglect the guests like this, quickly help Mr. Kyle down for treatment, as for the responsibility of some people, we must be severely investigated."

As he spoke, he gave Tang Zheng a hard look.

Tang Zheng wasn't afraid at all, he wasn't the former Wuxia Amen, he wasn't someone who could be manipulated by others.

"Guests, please come in first, I will handle this matter." Yu Zhankui said cautiously to the Westerners.

The Westerners snorted coldly one after another, they also knew how to use the slope to get off the donkey, so they gave Tang Zheng an unfriendly look, walked away, and entered the hotel.

"Haha, these people are also cowards. Brother Kung Fu is so good, they don't even dare to fart." Everyone said in relief.

"That is, this is the land of Huaxia, how can they be allowed to show off their might."

"This is of course thanks to Brother Kung Fu. Unlike some people, who only know how to fight in the nest, when they meet foreigners, they are as respectful as their own sons."

The public's speeches were like steel needles piercing into Yu Zhankui's heart. His heart seemed to be bleeding, his face fluctuated, and finally he said with a livid face, "Tang Zheng, you must be responsible for your actions."

"Hehe, of course I will be responsible. Let me tell you, I am here this time to defeat the boxers you have invited, and let them know the profoundness of Chinese martial arts." Tang Zheng said solemnly.

A smug look flashed in the depths of Yu Zhankui's eyes, and he said to himself that you have bowed to the martial arts association, and you are not here to participate in this martial arts conference.

Tang Zheng didn't bow his head, the Martial Arts Association was so cunning that they threatened the Martial Arts Conference, if Tang Zheng didn't participate, he couldn't compete with these fighters.

Although he participated in the martial arts conference, it seemed that the martial arts association overwhelmed Tang Zheng for the time being, but it was not the case, because the scale of this martial arts conference was particularly large, and it not only attracted domestic but also international attention.

The finals of the martial arts conference will be broadcast live to the whole world on the Internet. This is an excellent opportunity. Since Tang Zheng wants to justify the name of Chinese martial arts to the world, he should use this opportunity to show it to the whole world. Huaxia's martial arts are powerful, and he wants to defeat all opponents in an upright manner.

At that time, Huaxia Wushu will be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the soul of Wushu will be injected into the hearts of Huaxia people again, and the insidious purpose of the Wushu Association will be self-defeating.

Therefore, Tang Zheng is just a temporary slipper, and is striving for greater benefits in the future.

"Wait a while, isn't it the deadline for registration for the martial arts conference? I want to register too." Tang Zheng said.

"Hmph, don't be kicked out in the knockout round by then. That's when you'll be really ashamed, and you can talk about how profound you are." Yu Zhankui said sarcastically.

Tang Zheng didn't take it seriously, and strode into the hotel. Yu Zhankui followed in desperation. The other reporters were all excited. They had already thought about the title and content of tomorrow's report. This martial arts conference will definitely detonate everyone. eyeballs.

Tang Zheng completed the registration matters, and then sat in the auditorium in the hall, while the few Westerners sat directly on top of the guests, showing a rebellious look under the spotlight.

In addition, several radiant leaders of the Wushu Association and the heads of several sects were also sitting in the guest seats. These people were regular visitors of previous Wulin conferences, but this time all of them showed displeasure on their faces, as if they were a little absent-minded , especially the eyes that looked at those Westerners were full of fear.

Obviously, they also understand that their flamboyant fists and embroidered legs are no match for these people. Many people don't understand why Yu Zhankui made this martial arts conference so grand and invited the most powerful fighters from all over the world. Isn't this intentional for them? Embarrassed?

But Yu Zhankui has an official status, and the martial arts conference is a semi-official competition. Of course, Yu Zhankui made the final decision. Even if other people have different opinions, they can only keep it.

The auditorium gradually filled up with people, and many of them were the onlookers just now, giving Tang Zheng a thumbs up one after another, cheering them on.

Sitting next to him, Li Xiaotian said in a low voice: "You are so majestic just now, you have completely suppressed the aura of that group of people."

Tang Zheng said indifferently: "Don't underestimate these Westerners. In fact, their strength is not bad. Although I knocked Kyle down with a series of attacks just now, I can also feel the strength of the opponent's body."

After a pause, he sighed and continued: "Actually, to be honest, foreigners are physically stronger than many Chinese, which leads to their great strength, and their boxing skills are relatively simple, not as many as domestic ones." In martial arts routines, they pay more attention to external attack power rather than internal strength. This is another way of cultivation, but after successful cultivation, the strength should not be underestimated."

Li Xiaotian nodded: "I haven't had much contact with these Westerners, but what you said is not unreasonable. Just now I can see that there are indeed masters in the opponent's team. Although they don't have such strong internal energy fluctuations, their combat effectiveness Absolutely not to be underestimated, your cultivation is equivalent to an acquired martial artist, so be careful."

Li Xiaotian didn't know that Tang Zheng had broken through to the bigu realm, which was equivalent to a congenital martial artist, but Tang Zheng didn't explain, just nodded slightly to show that he understood.

There was another noise at the door, and I saw another group of people walking in. It's just that these people are not Western faces, but Eastern faces like the Chinese people.

But obviously, these are not Chinese people, but people from several countries around China. Their land area cannot be compared with China, but many countries are very developed.

Especially for martial arts, the martial arts of many countries were even passed down from China hundreds of thousands of years ago, and then passed on and improved to achieve the current situation.

Therefore, many of them are in the same line as Chinese martial arts, and many of them pay more attention to the cultivation of internal strength, which is completely different from Western boxing.

Tang Zheng swept his eyes and noticed a person in the team. This person was very thin, without a trace of excess flesh on his body, and his physique was not tall, only 1.7 meters. His face was dark, but his eyes were glowing fiercely.

Tang Zheng noticed his legs, and when he walked, he was strong and powerful, and every step seemed to be measured, no more, no less.

"This person is Songba." Tang Zheng said.

Li Xiaotian also noticed this person, and nodded secretly: "As expected, he is the number one Muay Thai master. Although he looks only in his thirties, his cultivation level is definitely not low. He is a very strong opponent for you."

"Don't patronize him, look at the other people around him, I don't think it's simple either." Tang Zheng's eyes locked on the other oriental faces.