I'm just a handyman.

After signing the martial arts contract into effect, the next step was the start of the actual match.

According to the initial agreement, the match was a three-on-three format, and as long as one of the parties won more than two matches, they would be the winners.

The national martial arts team's combatants were Chen Qiaoling, who was at the early Xuan level, Zhou Xiaoshan, who was at the mid Xuan level, and Fang Ming, who was at the early Earth level.

Undoubtedly, the burden of fighting against Jin Chuan Ming naturally fell on the strongest Fang Ming.

However, Chen Qiaoling had requested Shen Zhan's help, so naturally, she wanted Shen Zhan to fight in her place. She knew Shen Zhan's strength, and at this time, she was about to explain everything to Teacher Wu, allowing Shen Zhan to face Jin Chuanming.

Before she could open her mouth, Jin Chuanming stood up, walked to the center of the field, and smiled contemptuously at the national arts team members, "@$%..."

The national arts team members frowned, the other party was speaking in H, the same as a bird's call, which was unintelligible.

"What is this grandson gibbering about?"

"I don't know what kind of medicine is in his gourd, but it's certainly no good!"

Jin Chuan Ming waved his hand after he finished speaking, and the interpreter with glasses from the party once again came to the front with a hefty smile.

With his chin raised and a very arrogant attitude, he sneered, "Just now, Senior Brother Jin Chuan Ming said that there is no need to be so troublesome as three against three, no matter who comes out to fight from your national martial arts team, he will continue one by one. Of course, the three of you can also go together, that would also make it easier to settle you all at once!"

At that moment, the members of the National Arts Team all exploded with anger, the other party was nakedly despising the National Arts Team!

"Mud, this Jin Chuan Ming has a big mouth! Too damn arrogant!"

"Hmph! Daring to show such contempt for our National Arts Team, he must be made to pay the price!"

Zhou Xiaoshan immediately snorted coldly, jumped up and came to the center of the field, angrily pointing at Jin Chuanming, loudly shouting, "H country stickman, don't be crazy, I, Zhou Xiaoshan, will meet you!"

Jin Chuan Ming smiled disdainfully, raised a finger and gently waved it, his mouth said in slurred Chinese, "You are not qualified!"

Whew!

Without saying a word, Zhou Xiaoshan immediately swung his fist across the room. Jin Chuan Ming's figure did not move, but only slightly raised his left leg forward and kicked Zhou Xiaoshan away.

The latter didn't even have time to make a move before he was kicked out and fell towards the edge of the field. Jin Chuan Ming's kick was very domineering, and after Zhou Xiaoshan fell to the ground, he immediately spat out blood, suffering internal injuries.

The members of the national martial arts team all revealed horrified looks, although through the network video, they had seen Jin Chuanming's power. But they didn't expect to strike so swiftly. Zhou Xiaoshan, who was in the middle of the Xuan level, was actually powerless in front of him.

Just a kick to send him flying, and even more ruthless, this kick almost had to let him lie in bed for two or three months not dare to get off the ground!

The national martial arts team was shocked, but at the same time, they were also more annoyed. Jin Chuan Ming had clearly exceeded the bottom line of the martial arts competition, striking without mercy, this was the rhythm of deliberately crippling the national arts team!

"Senior Brother Zhou, Senior Brother Zhou ..."

Many of the National Arts Team personnel rushed over to help Zhou Xiaoshan up, looking coldly at the mocking Jin Chuanming with an angry gaze.

"¥%@..."

Jin Chuan Ming gibbered some more bird language, and the interpreter with glasses stepped forward to explain, "Senior Brother Jin said that trashy goods like this don't deserve to fight him!"

"Asshole!"

The other National Martial Arts team members all burst out in rage, hating them with a passion, but they could only hold it in and sulk. Even Senior Brother Zhou, who had mid Xuan level strength, was unable to defeat the other party with a single move, let alone them.

Fang Ming snorted coldly and walked towards the center of the field, looking coldly at Jin Chuan Ming.

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bsp; "Jin Chuan Ming, let me take a lesson in your Taekwondo!"

Fang Ming, the early stage of the strength of the ground level erupted, the momentum steeply gathered rise, quickly forward, tiger step dragon leap, straight at Jin Chuan Ming's face swung and went.

Jin Chuan Ming let out a cold smile and quickly ran to meet the attack. When he was two meters away from Fang Ming, he jumped up, and a fierce downward chop hit Fang Ming's shoulder.

Ka Zee!

Fang Ming cried out in pain, and everyone heard the sound of bones breaking.

With this downward chop, Jin Chuanming had directly wasted one of Fang Ming's arms. Fang Ming half-kneeled on the ground, unable to struggle as he was pressed down on his shoulder by Jin Chuan Ming's foot.

"Same trashy goods!" Jin Chuan Ming sneered at Fang Ming in his raw Chinese language, and at the same time, he quickly kicked out, hitting Fang Ming squarely in the chest.

This time, the National Arts Team personnel once again heard an even louder and clearer sound of a broken sternum, and Fang Ming's body slid out ten meters against the ground, hitting the seats on the edge of the basketball court before stopping his body.

Fang Ming was bleeding profusely, Jin Chuan Ming's final kick had almost killed him, and even if he didn't die, it had ruined his martial arts.

"Senior Brother Fang!"

All the members of the national martial arts team had bloodshot eyes, and after helping Fang Ming up, they looked at Jin Chuanming and hated that they couldn't go up and bite him to death.

Teacher Wu, as well as all the members of the national martial arts team, while they were angry, they also had to admit one thing, Jin Chuanming was really too strong, their national martial arts team, this time they lost!

Although they were very unwilling, this was an objective fact that could not be changed!

All the people pain in the heart, chest pounding anger, this battle is not only their national martial arts team lost, but also means that in this fight, Chinese martial arts lost to the H country taekwondo!

There are still thousands of students at the door, waiting for them to beat the H-country stick and destroy their arrogance. But now with this result, how can they have the face to meet the students outside the door!

That interpreter with glasses, once again gloating, came to the center of the field and revealed a smug smile towards the national arts team.

"Do any of you still want to fight? If you're not convinced, come and fight again! Hmph, your national arts team is trash, simply unbeatable!"

"Mard, I'll fight you!"

All the personnel of the National Arts Team were on the same page, all of them were going to rush up and fight to the death.

"Stop right there!" Teacher Wu shouted, even though his heart was dripping blood at the moment, he couldn't just watch these students of his go to their deaths for nothing.

Phew!

Teacher Wu let out a long breath, desperately trying to subdue his inner grief and anger, breathlessly opening his mouth, saying, "Our national arts team ..."

Before Mr. Wu could say the word "lose" out loud, Shen Zhan gently shouted, "Wait!"

Everyone looked at Shen Yi in unison, not knowing why he opened his mouth at this time.

Only to see Shen Zhan walked to Mr. Wu's side without haste and smiled lightly, "Mr. Wu, although I'm not a member of the national martial arts team, I can't come and not contribute when I'm entrusted by others. Since I promised Qiao Ling, I will definitely not back down."

Shen Zhan ignored the crowd's astonished gazes, but gave Teacher Wu a smile of a little peace and quiet. "Teacher Wu, it's better to wait for me to finish competing with him before announcing the result."

As the words fell, Shen Yi walked slowly towards the center of the field.

That interpreter looked Shen Zhan up and down and asked in a cold voice, "What kind of person are you? You don't look like you are from the national arts team?"

Shen Zun sneered and glanced at that interpreter disdainfully, "I'm hired by the national arts team to do odd jobs, and by rights, I also belong to the national arts team. Now, I challenge Jin Chuanming!"