Chapter 64 I'm going to hit ten

  "The second round of the Korea-China folk martial arts challenge match is about to begin in 10 minutes! As everyone knows, China's martial arts originated from Korea's Taekwondo. It can be said that the moves of various Chinese schools still retain the shadow of Taekwondo. Since the time of Emperor Yan and Huang, Korean culture has had a profound impact on the lives of people living in the Yellow River basin...

  Just 10 minutes before the match officially began, a host wearing a black suit and with a head full of hair gel jumped onto the stage, where he shamelessly started to indulge in self-admiration."

  It has to be said, a person who is shameless will be invincible in the world. Looking at his situation, he told such lies that even he himself believed them. I sat below the stage and sighed softly, "Ah, lying to the point where you even deceive yourself, this is indeed the highest state of lying!"

  "Get out of here!" A Chinese overseas student finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted loudly as he threw the mixed rice in his hand, along with the lunch box, at the host!

  "Chinese people get out of China, Baekdu Mountain is our Shimdang!" Along with this box of fried rice hitting the host in the face, the Korean students opposite were not happy. Can't help but admit that they indeed came prepared, as soon as the banner was unfolded, they shouted in unison!

  "Mount Baekdu? When did we ever occupy Mount Baekdu?" I saw Xiao Zhenhua, who was beside me, preparing to stand up and argue with the Korean, so I pulled him back and asked.

  "It's our Changbai Mountain, but it's called something else here in Korea! How shameless can you be!" Xiao Zhenhua said indignantly.

  "This is ridiculous, Sejong is my grandson Simida!" I looked at the group of bastards with their noses up in the air and felt annoyed, then stood on a chair and shouted loudly.

  "You... " I have to say, I have the demeanor of a cold field emperor. With this loud shout, the entire gymnasium suddenly fell silent. Xiao Zhenghua wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and pulled me down from the chair, pointing at me for half a day, but you didn't come up with anything brilliant.

  "You, you, what's wrong with you!" I looked at Xiao Zhenhua with great dissatisfaction as he suddenly became cowardly!

  "You're in big trouble! It might even affect diplomatic relations." Xiao Zhenhua whispered urgently in my ear.

  "This kind of person, I don't think it makes a big difference whether we interact or not. They've already scolded me, what can they do to me?" I shrugged my shoulders and said to Xiao Zhenhua with a seemingly disdainful attitude.

  "Bring out the guy who dares to insult Sejong the Great!" As I looked at the Koreans in front of me, who were all outraged, I finally realized the position that Sejong held in their hearts.

  "What a big deal, is it the Mountain Big King? Want to fight in groups? Come on, come on!" At this critical moment, all the Chinese students present stood in front of me and confronted those Koreans. I knew they were protecting me, although we had never met before. But at that time, we only had one common name - "Chinese"!

  "Isn't this a bit too much? Little Butterfly, didn't you say one-on-one? Why does it look like they're preparing for a gang fight?" Just then, two girls walked in from outside the gym. One of them had her hair tied up in double ponytails and wore black leggings, a white blouse with blue flowers and a high-collared jacket, and a pair of high-top sneakers. The innocent-looking girl asked the other girl beside her.

  "How was I supposed to know? Didn't we lose a game last time? I thought you were good at martial arts, so I wanted you to help us win one back!" The plump girl with a bobbed haircut, wearing a down jacket and rubber-soled shoes, pouted and replied from the side.

  "Stop making a fuss, you, you, and that one! Who's going to fight today? If you're going to fight, hurry up. This girl is worth tens of millions per minute, I don't have time to waste with you here!" Just as the sports stadium was in an uproar, the girl named Shuangshuang jumped onto the stage in a few strides, patted the microphone in front of her, and loudly shouted at those Koreans.

  It turns out that this little girl can really hold her ground. After she shouted, the Korean guy didn't bother to argue about who was King Sejong's grandfather anymore and turned around to continue preparing for the competition. Of course, he had been holding back his anger and was thinking of a way to regain face!

  "Director, why did those Chinese send a girl to fight?" A member of the Taekwondo club asked their director in confusion, thinking that fighting and brawling were things that men should do.

  "Hmph, last time they had their people broken three ribs by us, this time sending a woman out is thinking we'll show mercy? Wait, you guys are so...". Then the president with a buzz cut smiled slyly and beckoned his trusted aides to come closer. After some whispering, I saw a group of people sneering as they walked towards the outside of the gymnasium.

  "Now, let me introduce the contestants from both sides! The representative of China is......" The host who had been hit with a bowl of rice earlier climbed back onto the stage, holding the microphone and introducing the contestants while cautiously glancing at the Chinese people below.

  "The representative of the Chinese side is, Miss Hou Shuangshuang!" An assistant-like person saw that the host was stunned and hurriedly walked up to remind him in his ear. After all, the representative of the Chinese side who came on stage was the one who had just volunteered to go up, not the one who signed up before, so it's normal for the host not to know her name! And I, when I heard the name Hou Shuangshuang, felt that it was so familiar!

  As the host announced the name of the Chinese representative, the Korean cheerleading team raised their hands in unison and made a disdainful gesture, while also making a hissing sound! The match hadn't even started yet, but they were already engaging in psychological warfare. It can be seen that they are indeed more professional than us in this aspect of cheerleading.

  "The representative of South Korea is, 7th dan black belt Mr. Park Il-sung!" The introducer's tone changed from being lukewarm to extremely enthusiastic when introducing the Korean representative. Along with his shouting, the Korean students sitting together in the stands started beating their drums and chanting "Boom boom boom! Boom boom! Daehanminguk!"

  "Give it to you, next!" At this time, the Koreans who had withdrawn from the gymnasium earlier carried a wooden board covered with white cloth and threw it onto the stage where Hou Shuangshuang was standing, shouting.

  Yes, a wooden board, a wooden board picked up from who-knows-where! On it were scribbled four ink-stained Chinese characters: "The Sick Man of East Asia!"

  As the four words that pierced the eyes were held aloft by Hou Shuangshuang, all the Chinese international students present fell silent. It was a humiliation, a humiliation that had once oppressed the hearts of all nationals.

  "The Chinese are not the sick men of East Asia!" Hou Shuangshuang slightly squatted down on her knees, and with a smooth motion, she threw the wooden board into the air. Then, with a loud thud, she jumped up and kicked the board with a whip-like leg. After the board was kicked into powder and the wood shavings fell onto the stage, she gently raised one arm, stretched out her index finger, and shook it lightly at all the Koreans in the audience below.

  "I'm going to hit ten!" Before the Koreans at the bottom of the stage could react, Hou Shuangshuang withdrew her arm and crossed it over her chest, her eyes slightly lowered as she said to them.

  "You, what did you just say?" The host who had just dodged to the side walked up to Hou Shuangshuang with a quivering voice and asked.

  "I say, I want to hit ten of you!" The little girl grabbed the host's arm holding the mic and brought it to her mouth. Looking at the silent Koreans below the stage, she spoke to them one word at a time, pointing at a Korean with her finger for each word.

  "Arrogant Chinese woman, President, let me go teach her a lesson first. Let her know that the men of the Republic of Korea are not to be insulted at will!" A member wearing a Taoist robe and tied with a black belt stood up and challenged the pale-faced president.

  "Not you, this one is mine." Park Il-sung, who had already warmed up his body, stretched out his hand to stop the fellow countryman who was asking for a fight, stood up and exercised his joints, making a cracking sound, and said to him.

  "No need for these hypocritical formalities, let's get straight to it!" Just as Piao Yisheng was about to make his entrance into the arena and show off some Korean courtesy, Hou Shuangshuang raised her hand to stop him and said.

  "Take this!" Park Il-sung, taking advantage of Hou Shuangshuang's momentary distraction, let out a loud shout and delivered a swift kick to her neck artery. If this sneak attack succeeded, Hou Shuangshuang would definitely pass out.

  "Shaoyang!" Hou Shuangshuang's feet tapped rapidly as she advanced, launching a counterattack against Pu Yisheng. The moment the sharp cry of "Shaoyang" left her lips, I stood up from my chair. No wonder I felt familiar when the host introduced her name earlier - it wasn't until now, when she used this Shaoyang move, that I was certain she was Shi Ying's disciple. It's indeed true that you can search for someone in a crowd of thousands, only to find them in the most unexpected place!

  "Bang bang!" Two loud crashing sounds came, and then I saw Pu Yi kneeling down on the stage, with big drops of sweat dripping from his head. And at his ankles, a pool of fresh blood flowed out. In just one move, Hou Shuangshuang's Shaoyang had torn his Achilles tendon, it seemed that he would never be able to play happily with his friends again!

  "Next!" Hou Shuangshuang slowly withdrew her hands, which had been formed into a sword shape, and pointed her chin at the Koreans below the stage who were full of shock and horror, saying loudly.

  "Watch out!" Just as a Taekwondo member who couldn't hold back his anger in his heart jumped onto the stage, before he could even introduce himself. Hou Shuangshuang quickly flashed behind him and elbowed him in the lower back, shouting "Ah!". Then, that person first stood still, wetting his pants with a splashing sound, before falling forward to the ground, unconscious!

  Hou Shuang's strike directly sealed off the opponent's spinal nerves, causing them to lose sensation in their lower body and become incontinent. It seems that my junior sister not only wants to defeat her opponent but also plant a seed of shame in their heart.

  One after another, two opponents were defeated. Next, no matter how the little sister provoked on stage, no one was hot-headed enough to go up and fight back.

  "Is there another match next week? Don't bother, let's just finish it today!" After the people carried that brother who peed his pants away to the hospital, Xiaoshi Mei patted her hands and said to those Koreans who were retreating with their equipment.

  "It's no use, we give up!" At this point, the president was also helpless and bowed to Xiaojie with a gloomy face.

  "The profound heritage of China's thousands of years is not something you can understand. People, after all, need to save face. Remember that?" The young nun stood on the stage and loudly said to those Koreans who were retreating in dejection.