The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

"The young master of the Rockefeller family, he will come to this land soon to witness the success of our plan." Wells explained.

Yu Zhankui's eyes gradually brightened. This young master is the future helm of the Rockefeller family. If he can take advantage of this opportunity to build a good relationship with him, not only him, but also his descendants will benefit a lot.

"Mr. Wells, please rest assured that our plan is flawless and will definitely succeed."

Wells said with a mysterious smile: "Let us wait and see."

When Tang Zheng returned to school, he knew that people on the Internet were arguing against him, and he laughed it off. This situation had already been expected by him.

But what surprised him was that even Qi Shaowen seemed to have heard about the turmoil he caused, and specifically talked to him to cheer him up: "Tang Zheng, Chinese martial arts are part of our country's traditional culture. In fact, our archaeologists are also Inheriting and carrying forward traditional culture, what you have done this time is similar to what we have done, so you must work hard and let the world see our national quintessence."

Tang Zheng was slightly surprised, and immediately nodded in response, saying: "Professor Qi, I'm busy with martial arts competitions these days, I'm afraid the school courses will be delayed a lot."

Qi Shaowen smiled disapprovingly and said, "What are these lessons? You just need to make up for it in the future with your strength. After you finish the martial arts competition, I will take you to the south of Yunnan."

"Oh, what are you going to [a] [Bendu] novel xstxt to do in southern Yunnan?"

"I heard that there are new archaeological discoveries over there. Our archeology major often has the opportunity to practice on-site, but freshmen don't have this project, but you are my apprentice. Of course, I can't let go of such a good opportunity. Come with me when the time comes." Qi Shaowen explained.

Tang Zheng nodded in response, but didn't think about what new archaeological discoveries there were.

The next day, the promotion match started. It was still the National Stadium. There were only 20 fighters left to participate in the competition. Half of them would be eliminated in this fight, leaving only ten fighters.

This competition is more intense, and foreign players will also participate, so most of the stadiums are full, and there is a death phenomenon because of the knockout round, although the police finally defined it as a heart attack. It still made this martial arts conference a bit bloody.

When Tang Zheng walked into the gymnasium, there were two distinct shouts from the crowd, one was to support him, and the other was to insult him, especially the disciple of the deceased yesterday who wanted to rush up and give him a punch .

Tang Zheng ignored it,

Quietly walked to the waiting room of the backcourt players, Li Xiaotian and Ye Dingdang followed him, the combination of the two beauties made him even more eye-catching and firmly caught everyone's attention.

"These people really don't know right from wrong. You were obviously wronged, but there are still so many people blaming you and insulting you." Ye Dingdang said angrily.

"The mouth grows on other people, can you stop them?" Li Xiaotian retorted.

Ye Dingdang stared, "If you dare to scold Tang Zheng, I will not let him go."

Tang Zheng patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "Don't be so sensitive, they said, I won't lose a piece of flesh, it doesn't matter."

The promotion match uses lottery to determine the opponent. There are eight contestants in Huaxia, six in the Western Empire, three in the island country, two in Korea, and one in Siam. There are a total of twenty contestants.

At the end of the lottery, Tang Zheng drew a Korean man named Park Jintae, who was very delicate and a bit of a pussy.

Park Jintai glanced at him, snorted disdainfully, and walked to the ring.

There were ten matches in total in this promotion match, and the Martial Arts Association had prepared ten arenas at one time, and the ownership subject stepped onto the arena at one time.

The audience cheered immediately, many people called Brother Kung Fu's name, Tang Zheng undoubtedly became the focus of attention.

The other Huaxia players showed shame. This game was also their home game, but they didn't have the slightest sense of presence, especially when they saw the players standing on the other side, their legs trembled.

The Martial Arts Association gave them a death order, and they must survive this promotion match, otherwise they will lose face. But he and the other party are obviously not at the same level of opponents, how can they survive?

Many people felt bitter and wished to abstain directly, but under the eyes of the audience of thousands of people, abstaining might be drowned by saliva.

Only bite the bullet and go on.

Ding Dong sounded a golden gong, and the promotion match began.

The crowd suddenly quieted down and held their breath. The atmosphere on the field instantly became oppressive, making people feel tense involuntarily.

The reporters pointed their spears and short cannons at the ring, clearly recording every moment, while the relevant personnel of the martial arts association sat on the rostrum, watching the match condescendingly, especially Yu Zhankui with a sullen face, looking between the rings After scanning, Tang Zheng was finally locked on, with resentment flickering in his eyes.

"Tang Zheng, I'll let you dance around for a few days first. Hmph, this time you actually got Park Jintae. He is a master of Taekwondo. Even if you can win, you will definitely suffer a big loss."

Most of the audience's attention was attracted by Tang Zheng's arena. After all, this Korean man doesn't look like a flamboyant man. He must have real skills. It is not that simple to win.

boom!

There was only a muffled sound, and a contestant on one of the rings had already flown out of the ring and hit the ground, utterly embarrassed, wailing, unable to move.

This person is a Chinese, and the opponent is a Westerner. He only used ten moves, and the opponent lost the game like lightning.

There were bursts of exclamations and gasps from the auditorium. This Westerner is too powerful, and the two sides are not of the same order of magnitude at all.

At the same time, the fighting power of other Westerners also exploded instantly. This time, the eight Huaxia people. Four of them fought against Westerners, the other two fought with Islanders, one fought with Siamese Songba, and finally Tang Zheng. Played against Korean Park Jintae.

So when the Westerners launched an attack, other people also launched an attack one after another, only to see figures flying around in the ring, screams one after another.

These screams came from Huaxia's population, because apart from Tang Zheng, the gap between the others and their opponents was too great.

One of them was grabbed by a Westerner, and his fists were raining down on him. The man had no strength to fight back, but the Westerner did not stop, and attacked recklessly, until the Chinese man fainted limply at last. Lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, the Westerners stopped.

These kinds of dramas were staged one after another. These Westerners were superior and wanted to wash and humiliate the Chinese players. Even after the Chinese players voluntarily surrendered, the opponents continued to beat them hard.

It was like slaps in the face one by one, loudly slapped on the faces of all Chinese people, and many audience members blushed with shame.

"Don't push it too much. The man begged for mercy, but he still didn't stop."

"Yes, this is bullying coming to your door. It's really like killing people."

Yu Zhankui looked at the ring with a blank expression on his face, seeing the Huaxia players fall one by one, his heart blossomed with joy.

Let the fighting be more brutal and violent, let all the Chinese people lose face and break their spirits.

This is the result of his deliberate arrangement, that is, to play and deal with these Huaxia players in front of thousands of spectators, so that the Huaxia people will lose face.

"Waste, a bunch of waste, what kind of broken martial arts, it's worthless at all, it's useless at all, it can't even take a few punches." The sound of cursing and ridicule came from the audience.

This caused some players who were still struggling to collapse instantly, and were randomly ravaged by their opponents like mud.

The islanders, Koreans, and Siamese were a little more restrained than the Westerners, but each of them had a sharp attack, and they knocked down their opponents in a few moves and won.

Therefore, under the lightning-fast momentum, the match came to an end, and the winners and losers had already been decided in the seven arenas. This was the arena of seven Chinese people. The Chinese people were all defeated, and only Arrogant foreigner.

In the remaining three arenas, apart from Tang Zheng, there were two other battles between the islanders and the Westerners. The contestants in these two arenas were evenly matched, and the fights were very exciting, inseparable.

And the arena where the only Chinese person is particularly eye-catching, everyone turned their attention to it. Tang Zheng naturally saw that the Huaxia people were almost wiped out, and now he was the only one left.

Park Jintai on the opposite side had been waiting for the opportunity to make a move. Seeing Tang Zheng's composure, he felt a little apprehensive, and he didn't dare to make a hasty move.

Tang Zheng saw that his compatriots were defeated one by one, and there were bursts of roars from the audience: "Idiots, a bunch of idiots, shame, shame."

"Is this Huaxia Wushu? I said Huaxia Wushu is Huaxia Wushu. This finally proves a point."

"It's really too chilling for me to believe in Chinese martial arts."

The hearts of many in the audience were bleeding.

"The audience no longer has confidence, so I'm going to show them the real Chinese martial arts." Tang Zheng's heart moved, and his body moved accordingly, rolling towards Park Jintai like a tornado.

Seeing Tang Zheng making a move, Pu Jintai also roared and kicked with a long leg, making a sound of piercing through the air.

Tang Zheng directly ignored the opponent's counterattack, and jumped up, condescending, and Pu Jintai also jumped up, the wind blew his hair, revealing his handsome face, which was quite a show.

Whoosh!

Tang Zheng kicked towards the opponent with a simple kick, and Park Jintai also kicked to block.

Boom!

With a crisp sound, Park Jintai felt as if he had been hit by a meteorite, his legs were bleeding, and his long legs were bent at a strange angle.

And his body flew up like catkins, flew out of the ring, flew several meters away before landing heavily, his head hit the ground, and passed out directly.

With just one move, Tang Zheng killed hundreds of taekwondo masters who were not bad in the eyes of others. Suddenly, everyone looked at him in disbelief.

[Author's digression]: I have a stomachache today, that's why I made it so late, otherwise it could have been updated earlier like yesterday.